Demonic cultivator.
"You don't act arrogantly anymore, Wtf, I thought you were going to act like a bastard until the end."
MoShen smirked.
The purple Mist vanished the moment the sword made contact with Lu Mong's stomach. The area where the sword passed through is bleeding, and the short spear in Lu Mong's hands has fallen to the ground.
"Lu Mong!..."
"Grandson..."
"Young sir..."
Screams of disbelief filled MoShen's ears, causing him to smirk; he never expected the Lu family to be son sympathetic as they watched their son die at his hands.
Anyway, before anyone could intervene, MoShen drew his sword.
Lu Mong kneeled because the pain was very painful and uncomfortable, not as he had expected, he expected the advantage of this fight to be on his hands, he is supposed to inflict all this pain on MoShen, not the other way around, now his survival rate is so low, and he even began regretting ever wishing to fight once more after his elder brother saved him.
"You liked Weija, didn't you? Then go meet her in hell, but don't be surprised when you see her messing around with demons."
Lu Mong was enraged, but he had no power and could only wish MoShen was merciful, but MoShen is not merciful.
"Goodbye, jerk!"
With one hand, MoShen raised his sword.
"Don't even think about it..." Lu Gong said, frustrated, as he prepared to stand and assist his grandson. Lu Tian, too.
'I'm not going to let you guys stop me, Clone!'
He created ten clones of himself, each with their own intelligence, and when they saw Lu Tian and Lu Mong running to attack, they immediately launched into action.
Meanwhile, between MoShen and Lu Mong's battle, a sword hung in the air, held by the hand of a powerful evil lord. To the chagrin of the Lu family, the sword shot downward and landed perfectly on Lu Mong's neck line, impaling him instantly as blood gushed out and formed a pool.
MoShen cleaned the blood in Lu Mong clothes before confronting the Lu family, where he discovered that two of his clones had already been defeated and the other eight were fighting.
"Fuck you bastard, you're going to die for murdering my grandson, and I swear you won't be able to leave this place alive."
Lu Gong was enraged as he fought the clones who were stopping him, and Lu Tian was also fighting three of the clones at once. Although the clone has the advantage, they won't last long because their energy isn't as high as that of a peak martial emperor, and they only have the cultivation of a low stage martial emperor.
"You will pay for the death of our young master."
"Get him, everyone, and let's all attack him at the same time."
"Yes."
MoShen heard some people say, then turned around to see a large crowd of soldiers numbering nearly 200, fortunately the strongest of them are only in the middle stage of the martial king realm.
"He's demonic, he's demonic, we have to get rid of him!"
They were hyping themselves for death but couldn't tell because their eyes were so clouded by rage that they couldn't feel fear.
Soldiers rushed to where MoShen was standing, wielding various weapons such as a staff, dagger, halberd, saber, swords, and spears, much like ants to a discarded sugar.
MoShen prepared himself, but not before sending another ten clones out, eight to Lu Gong and Lu Tian and the other two for his defense while fighting the soldiers.
The soldiers charged with all their might, using their internal energy to fortify themselves and their weapons, whereas MoShen only used about 25% of his internal energy, but his power was still greater than the soldiers'.
Starting with the first spear user, MoShen used his sword to wipe the spear from his hand before cutting off his hands and impaling them in front of the others.
Jumping, parrying, swinging, dashing, impaling, and piercing are all examples of actions. This was all MoShen did for the next ten minutes; many of his enemies died on the ground, while others were severely injured.
Meanwhile, Lu Gong and Lu Tian have killed 12 of the clones, leaving only six alive.
MoShen has finished slaying the soldiers; all of them are already dead; the wounded soldiers have been finished by his clone.
[You eliminated 186 soldiers] [+930 EXP]
[System has leveled up]
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"If the Lu family won't let me leave, I'll have to take a qi-restoring pill to regain my lost energy."
MoShen took two Earth grade qi restoring pills and ate them. Immediately after swallowing, he felt a warm sensation in his stomach, indicating that his energy had been fully restored.
"Show me my current health status."
He hadn't checked the system in a long time, in fact. He didn't seem to need the system anymore as he grew stronger.
[Power: 18000/28000 (Bleeding)]
'Shop'
He hadn't opened the shop in a long time, and he was curious about the availability of a health pill.
[Shop]
[Pill] [Item] [Miscellaneous]
He had no idea the system had begun grouping his items. He told the system to go to the pill aspect of it now that he had seen it.
[Pills]
Earth grade rejuvenation pill. - 1 HSS.
Earth grade spirit concentration pill - 1 HSS.
Earth grade Qi establishment pill - 1.5 HSS.
Earth grade Meridian Nourishing pill - 2 HSS.
MoShen bought the rejuvenation pill and ate it right away, then confronted the battling men, who were both staring at him in awe as they saw the pill appear in his hands out of nowhere.
"You must die; I've known all along that you are a demonic cultivator; you don't have to live another minute."
"If you're a man, then come at me. You are as good as dead without your grandfather's intervention."
"Get started."
"No, I'm not that stupid; if you people assault me all at once, I've decided how to kill you all at once."
"Clones!"
This time, MoShen summoned 20 clones and sent them to where Lu Gong is to prevent him from coming to fight him.
'If he makes any moves, all of you can kill him.' MoShen issued his command to his clones and prepared to fight.