The pale boy opened his eyes, which were a mixture of blood and tears. Scarlet blood flowed back, and his muscles reshaped. In just a blink of an eye, the wounds bitten by the beast hounds were completely healed. He picked up the dust and bloodstained cane on the ground, gently knocked the dust on it, and his slender five fingers brushed across the cane made of unknown material, leaving a clear finger mark.

[Being bullied like this is really embarrassing. 】

The boy teased jokingly, but his tone was flat and a little stiff, just like a machine program, just mechanically executing the task of "saying this sentence" without any personal feelings.

Then, the corners of his mouth twitched, and he forced a big smile stiffly. The rapier in his staff clanged out of its sheath, and his arm twisted 180 degrees as if it was broken. His joints bent backwards, and he handed the sword to the exhausted Ying at an incredible angle. A young beast from the beast realm was unable to dodge and hit the blade head-on, with its head almost cut in half.

Luo Mu's arm was hit so hard that it didn't even shake. He shook his arm violently, and the dislocated arm was like a twisted long snake, and it returned to its original shape with a crackling sound. In the horrified eyes of Ying and Jellos, he smiled stiffly, swung his hand and swung the sword again, removing the entire back half of a beast hound.

[You guys step back, I'll come. ]

Luo Mu's voice was dull and sluggish, sounding like a rusty mechanical puppet parroting, but his words were full of unquestionable majesty and confidence that made it impossible to refute.

After saying that, he casually threw the piece of the cane that served as the scabbard of the rapier to Jellos, and holding the sword in his right hand, he slowly walked towards the king wolf that was roaring and howling among the hounds in the beast realm.

The Beast Realm hounds moved forward, and he also moved forward, and the two sides naturally passed each other.

But the beast hound on Luomu's right hand side didn't run many steps. Its body was like butter cut by a hot knife. A straight thin line was drawn from its mouth and nose, dividing its strange body into two parts.

Luo Mu's sword was raised in the air, like a weak willow in the remaining wind.

His left hand was tightly clasped on the throat of a beast hound, his slender fingers like eagle claws nailed into its steel-hard bones.

He knew that they were no longer his match.

A ostentatious smile bloomed on Luo Mu's pure face again, and the bone-corroding murderous intent seemed to have substance, spreading from his sword, fingers, hair, and every part of his body. Once it collided with the cold skylight, it disappeared into thin air.

He began to charge forward.

Luo Mu's charge was not a high-speed movement in a straight line, but a back-and-forth movement at the forefront of the attack of the Beast Realm hounds. He was the vanguard line of the Beast Realm hounds. If any hound dared to surpass him, a handsome young man like a fairy under the moon would appear beside it like a ghost and turn it into dust.

With every step he took forward, the Beast Realm hounds would take a step back. There were no fancy spells, only the strange whistling sound made by the sword cutting through the strong wind.

With one man and one sword, Luo Mu seemed to be pushing the pack of hounds from the Beast Realm back!

He does not bring death, he is death!

A desolate light flashed continuously, and the five strongest beast hounds fell silently out of the battlefield, but the silver light curtain still did not disperse, and it was still diffused in the air. It was the afterimage of the sword curtain formed due to the high speed after Luo Mu swung the sword.

At this moment, Luo Mu slashed at the Beast Realm Hound more than thirty times in less than a second. The extreme speed and violent collision made this strange thin sword of unknown origin tremble continuously, but Luo Mu's hand was still frighteningly steady.

Thirteen consecutive slashes with the broken sword! Luo Mu had only seen literary descriptions of this violent fighting style in novels in his previous life, but with the help of the system, he was able to completely replicate this violent attack that he didn't know if it really existed!

All the survivors looked at Luo Mu's receding back, looked at each other, and saw the same fear and shock in each other's eyes.

If the God of Death really exists, He should look like this...

The pitch-black king wolf could no longer sit still. It looked up to the sky and let out a soul-stirring howl. The dark wind and snow wrapped around its evil body. One after another, pitch-black wolf-shaped spirits emerged from the ground around it and roared fiercely at Luo Mu.

The king wolf felt threatened by Luo Mu. For some reason, with his heart full of filth, he did not dare to fight this tiny human - monster himself. He wanted to use the wolf spirit of the Running Wolf Leader to test it first.

Luo Mu swung the sword in his hand, and a round blood bead fell from the tip of the sword, shattering on the stone steps of the trial field with a crisp sound.

At this moment, Luo Mu and Wolf Spirit attacked at the same time!

A dim light flashed by, and was followed by a thin arc as bright as the moon, and then the whimpering of the wolf spirit and the shrill whistle like the cry of a ghost. In the blink of an eye, the rapier in Luo Mu's hand crushed the servants summoned by the wolf king.

Speaking from the perspective of status alone, the wolf spirit body summoned by the King Wolf is of true god-level, a soul body constructed by the power of the north wind controlled by Andrius. Although it is relatively thin, its strength and elemental power are both top-notch. It's just that its physical strength is inferior to that of the Beast Realm Hound, but it surpasses it in other aspects.

But in front of Luo Mu and that strange sword, status seemed meaningless. He just raised the sword, swung it, and then raised it again at a faster speed and swung it. Each sword was faster and more fierce than the last. In an inexplicable way, the elemental power was completely gathered in the sword and condensed without being released, but it could easily crush the wolf spirit's divine body.

Luo Mu's sword seemed to express satisfied approval, and it finally gave full recognition to its new master.

If anyone stands in my way, even if it is a god, I will kill him! Only with such faith and will can one master the cane and sword left by the fortune teller.

The name of the cane: Pillar, the name of the sword: Homecoming!

Luomuti continued to move forward with the sword, his eyes fixed on the wolf king not far away, as dead silent as two black buttons sewn in his empty eye sockets.

【Don't be afraid, I'm here to save you. 】

No one knew whether it was Luo Mu or some strange system that was speaking, not even Luo Mu himself. He only felt that endless power was surging through his limbs and bones, and endless knowledge was swirling in his consciousness. He drove this knowledge and power, wantonly splashing his desires and emotions.

It is sometimes not easy to distinguish between people controlling force and force controlling people.

The wolf king roared, its huge claws stretched out and retracted repeatedly. The two arguing voices in his mind reached a rare consensus on whether to fight Luo Mu:

The wolf king knew that he had made a big mistake and he absolutely could not hurt Luo Mu.

The cursed side was hesitant, as its intuition from the abyss told it that it might really die in this battle!

"Forget it, let's just leave it at that for now." Suddenly, Kong's voice rang out in the air, and his agile figure fell straight down from the air. When he landed, he just bent his knees slightly, and with a click, he stood on the ground simply and elegantly, just like walking down a flight of stairs. He waved his hand, and the wolf king came running over, shook his head, and sent Kong to his back.

"You are very good. I hope you can give me more surprises next time I see you." Kong looked at the stunned Luo Mu and said with a smile. His brisk voice seemed particularly abrupt and frightening in the large trial field where blood flowed like a river and corpses were scattered all over the ground.

Luo Mu remained indifferent, but his dull eyes moved from Wang Lang to Kong.

Others didn't speak either, some were too disdainful to speak, and some never had the chance to speak again.

Kong seemed to sense the weirdness of the atmosphere. He chuckled twice in boredom and casually grabbed the Apostle of the Abyss who was almost dying after being tortured by Lisa and the others.

"Everyone, see you later." With this arrogant shout, Wang Lang carried Kong into the air. The huge shadow passed over everyone's heads and finally disappeared without a trace.

Luo Mu still didn't react. He just stood there blankly, his dull, mirror-like eyes reflecting the dead bodies and living people all over the trial field.

He expected that those who survived were people with the Divine Eye, but he did not expect that those without the Divine Eye would die so miserably!

All this, just for the supreme principle of heaven?! Just for some bullshit disagreement?! In front of God, what is human life?! A pawn?

He is an outsider, and he loves this world so much. So he suddenly wants to cry.

So people saw that, under the moonlight that seemed to have been dyed scarlet after the death battle, the beautiful, pure, and rigid boy stood there stubbornly and refused to fall down. The corners of his mouth still had a weird clown-like smile.

But he was already in tears.

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