Chapter 329 "Want to Run? Have You Asked Me?"

On top of their heads, every saint who was lucky enough to survive was covered in blood, with a weak breath, disheveled hair, and in a very miserable state.

Especially the leader Gu Xuanji, whose clothes were torn and bloody, his chest was sunken, and countless bones were broken, looking miserable.

"Damn it! How could this happen..."

Gu Xuanji was terrified, his face was pale, and his whole body was cold, as if he had fallen into an ice cave that had existed for thousands of years.

His mouth twitched, his pupils contracted, and he couldn't believe that he would be defeated so thoroughly.

Although he had long expected that his opponent must be very strong, after all, the opponent was able to kill dozens of saints, which was enough to prove his terrifying degree.

But he never thought that the gap between him and the opponent would be so big, which was completely beyond his expectations!

This was not a contest of the same level at all!

They had previously speculated that Qin Mu's imperial power should have been assisted by some kind of imperial weapon, but now it seems that this is not the case at all.

Qin Mu's palm finally made Gu Xuanji understand that this was not due to the use of external objects or treasures.

He is a freak who truly possesses such terrifying combat power!

He killed more than a dozen saints with one move, which is more genuine than the real emperor!

How did this monster cultivate, how could he be so strong!

He couldn't figure it out, he really couldn't figure it out, they practiced hard for thousands of years, consuming endless resources and energy, and barely broke through to the saint realm.

And Qin Mu, with a bone age of only about twenty years, could slaughter more than ten saints by himself.

How did he cultivate this!

He could feel that Qin Mu had an unimaginable huge power hidden in his body, as deep and vast as the abyss and the sea.

The crisscrossing chains of laws wrapped around his body, as dazzling as stars.

Gu Xuanji's mind collapsed and he was almost crazy.

"Run!"

Suddenly, such a thought flashed through Gu Xuanji's mind.

Although he was arrogant, he was not stupid. At this time, he had determined that he was no match at all.

There was only one way to die if he stayed.

Gu Xuanji is worthy of being a saintly ancestor with a long life span. The moment he realized that the situation was not good, he decisively turned around and left, turning into a flash of light to escape.

At the moment he was about to escape.

"Want to run? Have you asked me?"

Qin Mu's voice slowly sounded in his ears.

Before he finished speaking, a pale jade-like palm suddenly stretched out and slapped him lightly.

It seemed extremely slow, but it was extremely weird, and the speed was incredible.

Before this palm approached, Gu Xuanji felt a huge pressure coming. His heart suddenly stopped, and the light under his feet suddenly stagnated, and he could no longer move half a step.

He turned his head with difficulty, and saw that the pale, clean and transparent palm had appeared in his eyes, only an inch away from him.

Boom!

The void exploded.

Under his horrified gaze, the palm suddenly clenched.

Then he squeezed it hard.

"No!!!"

A desperate roar resounded through the world.

Bang~

There was only a muffled sound, followed by a dull crash, like an eggshell breaking.

"Puff~"

In the horrified eyes of everyone, the supreme saint who was said to have been rampant in the world and had been in power for eight thousand years, was torn into pieces like a watermelon under this palm, and blood splattered!

One finger crushed it!

"Gudong~"

Looking at this scene, everyone's throat moved, swallowed saliva involuntarily, and felt their scalp tingling.

"Puff!"

Nangong Yunze was covered in blood, with blood hanging from the corners of his mouth. He staggered back a few steps, his face pale.

He stared at this scene with a dull look, and couldn't come back to his senses for a long time.

The other saints also looked like they were about to cry.

And Shen Moyan was pale as she controlled the formation she arranged outside Chang'an City. She didn't suffer too much damage on her body. I don't know if it was because Qin Mu took special care of her or because of the protection of the formation.

Anyway, she never expected that this formation was originally used to deal with the Qin soldiers in Chang'an City, but in the end it became a formation to protect her.

It's really ridiculous.

The palm just now was so terrible that they couldn't resist it at all.

If they didn't have extremely high realms and strength, they would have died under this blow, following the footsteps of the previous saint.

"Impossible!"

"How can you be so powerful!"

The many saints who were lucky enough to survive widened their eyes, full of shock and disbelief, and couldn't believe this fact at all.

Could he really be the emperor?

Even though they were in a life-and-death crisis now, this idea still emerged in the minds of the saints.

Because this conclusion was so shocking that they suspected they were dreaming.

"Who are you!"

A saint roared, filled with strong resentment and hatred.

"The Lord of Qin, Qin Mu." Qin Mu smiled.

He stood on the sky, his sleeves fluttering, his black hair dancing wildly, like a demon king who dominated life and death, looking down on all living things.

He looked down at this group of ants struggling to survive, his indifferent eyes revealed undisguised contempt and disdain.

To him, these saints were no different from chickens and dogs.

"No, you are definitely not that tyrant!"

"He can't be so powerful!"

A saint roared, furious.

Qin Mu shook his head slightly and said, "You are not only weak, but also stupid."

He stretched out his hand and flicked it.

Suddenly, a golden light burst out and penetrated the void.

The next moment,

Accompanied by a shrill howl, another saint's body suddenly exploded and completely disappeared from the world.

"I will fight you!"

The saint shouted madly, burning his spirit.

Boom!

The world shook, and the vast power burst out.

In an instant, the vitality of heaven and earth boiled violently, like boiling water.

Then a bright light burst out from his eyebrows, turning into a brilliant sun, blooming with billions of rays of light.

A magnificent sacred breath spread out, with a majestic momentum, suppressing the heavens.

It seemed that some kind of god had revived and descended to the mortal world, with unpredictable majesty.

"Hmm?"

Qin Mu raised his eyebrows and looked at the saint with interest.

The next moment, the saint was emitting golden light all over his body, like a god, holding a huge sword and slashing at him.

This huge sword is a quasi-emperor weapon, which contains terrifying power. As soon as it was sacrificed, it caused the heaven and earth to resonate, and thunders slashed out, and the destructive aura was filled.

Although this saint was already exhausted, the power of this quasi-emperor weapon was still enough to shock people.

"Divine Sword Jue!"

He shouted, holding the huge sword and slashing down.

The void trembled.

A brilliant golden sword energy tore through the sky and slashed towards Qin Mu fiercely.

Wherever the sword pointed, the sky and the earth dimmed.

However, facing this earth-shaking attack, Qin Mu did not dodge or avoid.