Starting from the imperial palace guards, his clones spread all over the world

Mo Dao Kuang sobered up more than halfway upon hearing this.

What he feared most was someone asking him to display his martial arts.

It would have been fine if it were in front of ordinary people.

But in front of experts like Qin Shuanglu and Zhang Ba, Mo Dao Kuang would expose his secret as soon as he showed anything.

Immediately, Mo Dao Kuang said coldly:

"My saber technique is not suitable for display."

"Because once the saber is drawn, it will kill!"

"Are you sure you want to see it?"

As soon as these words came out, the whole place fell silent.

Everyone felt a strong sense of oppression in their hearts, and the atmosphere became tense.

If the Great Wanderer was angered by this, the consequences would be severe!

Zhang Ba also hesitated.

His guess was just a guess.

If he guessed wrong, judging from the Great Wanderer's meaning, he would probably die a violent death on the spot.

But Zhang Ba was still a little unconvinced and stubbornly wanted to continue speaking.

Suddenly—

Qin Shuanglu suddenly grabbed a wine glass and smashed it hard at Zhang Ba.

At the same time, he pointed at Zhang Ba and scolded angrily:

"Nonsense!"

"If you can't speak, then shut up. No one thinks you're mute!"

But Qin Shuanglu thought even deeper.

In this kind of matter, it's better to believe it than not to believe it.

If it's fake, then Qin Shuanglu won't lose much.

If it's real, then Qin Shuanglu might lose his life!

He naturally understood which was more important.

Upon hearing this, Zhang Ba hurriedly stretched out his hand and slapped himself twice:

"Master Qin is right, this one was being too talkative!"

"This one will slap myself!"

Of course, Zhang Ba didn't dare to disobey Qin Shuanglu's meaning.

He slapped himself hard several times on both sides of his face.

Qin Shuanglu also raised his wine glass to Mo Dao Kuang, wanting to say something to ease the situation.

At this moment.

Mo Dao Kuang suddenly said in a deep voice:

"How can cutting off the tongue be enough?"

"In my opinion, cutting off the head would be more like it."

The whole place once again fell into dead silence.

Terror instantly appeared on Zhang Ba's face.

Qin Shuanglu also stared at Mo Dao Kuang nervously, guessing Mo Dao Kuang's true intentions.

Suddenly.

Mo Dao Kuang laughed loudly:

"Just kidding, just kidding."

"Let's punish myself with three cups."

Mo Dao Kuang was able to build such a great reputation because he naturally mastered the art of fooling people to perfection.

He had long seen that Zhang Ba and Qin Shuanglu were in awe of his reputation.

So he used this trick to not only easily defuse the crisis of being asked to display his martial arts but also scared Zhang Ba a little, so that he would never dare to mention this matter again.

Sure enough.

Qin Shuanglu and Zhang Ba both breathed a sigh of relief.

Especially Zhang Ba, who wiped his cold sweat and hurriedly apologized:

"It's because I'm clumsy with my words and speak without restraint."

"I really deserve to die, I really deserve to die, I'll punish myself—"

Zhang Ba's words were not finished.

Suddenly, the sound of iron chains rang out!

Immediately afterward.

A black object fell from the sky.

Before everyone could react, the heavy object had already been placed on Zhang Ba's head.

The next moment.

"Whoosh!"

The heavy object was pulled away by the iron chain and disappeared into the night sky.

And Zhang Ba, who was originally standing there, had actually lost his head.

His headless corpse sprayed blood and crashed heavily to the ground.

"Bang!"

The sound of the corpse landing finally awakened the petrified guests.

The wine glasses in their hands almost fell to the ground.

"Kill… someone's been killed!"

Some guests even cried out in alarm.

Zhang Ba, who had killed countless people, just… died?

Even dying at Qin Mansion's grand banquet.

Who was so bold?

Everyone subconsciously looked at Mo Dao Kuang.

Didn't Mo Dao Kuang say before that Zhang Ba should have his head cut off as an apology?

Now, the prediction had come true.

What was the relationship between all of this and Mo Dao Kuang?

Qin Shuanglu took a deep breath and subconsciously moved two steps away from Mo Dao Kuang.

"Great Wanderer, what does this mean?"

He placed his hands on the vajra pestle at his waist and questioned in a deep voice.

Even Qin Shuanglu couldn't help but regard the Great Wanderer as the murderer.

Although the Great Wanderer didn't make a move, that strange killing weapon might be related to the Great Wanderer.

It was impossible for Qin Shuanglu not to be annoyed.

This Great Wanderer had eaten the food, drunk the wine, and taken the money.

And still killed his own people; this was simply unacceptable.

Mo Dao Kuang then suddenly woke up.

He had also completely not expected things to turn out like this.

Immediately, Mo Dao Kuang hurriedly explained:

"Master Qin, this matter has nothing to do with me!"

Upon hearing this, Qin Shuanglu's eyes flickered uncertainly, and he wasn't sure whether the Great Wanderer's words were true or false.

Suddenly!

A terrified voice was immediately heard.

Only to see a black figure slowly appearing.

It was actually a peculiar person.

This figure was at least two meters tall.

He wore a pointed helmet, a metal skull mask, shoulder armor, and a gray-black robe.

In one hand, he held a heavy sword.

The other hand was actually a mechanical arm, carrying the Guillotine.

The person who came was Zhan Kui Huang Xingzi.

Zhan Kui waved the sword in his hand, and the two guards at the entrance of the courtyard were immediately split in two.

The Guillotine in his other hand was suddenly released, sweeping around like a meteor hammer.

"Whirr!"

The guests within two zhang around were either smashed and sent flying by the heavy Guillotine or were cut to death by the sharp blades on the outer ring of the Guillotine.

Even the nearby tables and chairs were swept to pieces, and wine glasses and bowls fell to the ground.

It could be seen that the power of this sweep was so terrifying.

"Someone's killing!"

"Master Qin, save me!"

"Quickly stop him, quickly send someone to stop him!"

The guests screamed and fled in all directions.

But Zhan Kui still steadily moved forward, the long sword and Guillotine in his hands constantly being released, reaping people's lives.

His direction of advance was towards Qin Shuanglu's direction.

But he also didn't mind killing everyone around him who was within the attack range.

In an instant, the originally lively banquet immediately became a slaughterhouse.

Qin Shuanglu stared at Zhan Kui, feeling the heavy pressure from Zhan Kui's body.

The newcomer was very strong!

So powerful that when Qin Shuanglu faced him, he felt an invisible pressure making it difficult to even breathe.

His eyes darted around, and he suddenly turned and knelt down to Desert Blade Fury:

"Please, Great Swordsman, take action!"

"Slay this evil person who kills innocent people indiscriminately!"

"Qin Shuanglu and the Boundless Bright King Sect will definitely reward you handsomely!"

Since Qin Shuanglu himself wasn't confident in winning, he simply asked the Great Swordsman to take action.

Wasn't the Great Swordsman always eager to help those in need?

Now was his chance.

However, he didn't notice that Desert Blade Fury was watching the battle puppet's frenzied slaughter, his face paling with fear.

"Master Qin, this is a feud between you, it has nothing to do with me."

"I'll take my leave now!"

Desert Blade Fury was absolutely decisive when he needed to be.

He stood up, and ran away as fast as his legs could carry him.

At this point, even if Desert Blade Fury was stupid, he knew he couldn't stay.

It was obvious that the person was after Qin Shuanglu!

Desert Blade Fury was just passing by and invited to a meal; he didn't want to be implicated and die here.

Qin Shuanglu looked at Desert Blade Fury's fleeing figure, somewhat stunned:

"He…"

He never imagined that the unfathomable Great Swordsman from just now would have no demeanor of an expert at all.

And the way he was running, he looked terrified, almost scared out of his wits.

He originally wanted to use Desert Blade Fury.

But Desert Blade Fury didn't care about the face and dignity of an expert at all.

At this moment, Qin Shuanglu couldn't help but begin to doubt how capable Desert Blade Fury really was.

"Could he really be someone who's all bark and no bite?"

Unfortunately, he didn't have time to delve into it.

The battle puppet had already arrived near him.

Qin Shuanglu could only draw out the vajra pestle from his waist and sternly questioned:

"Who are you?

"Why are you barging into my home and carrying out such a massacre?"

The Boundless Bright King Sect was originally known for its saber techniques and palm techniques.

However, its exotic weapons were quick to show results in training.

The vajra pestle was one of the Boundless Bright King Sect's exotic weapons.

Qin Shuanglu had practiced pestle techniques all his life, and as long as he had the double pestles in hand, his confidence would increase greatly.

The battle puppet didn't respond at all, only silently approaching step by step.

Seeing this, Qin Shuanglu stopped wasting words.

"Sinking Stone Foot!"

He raised his foot and stomped hard on the ground.

"Bang! ! !"

Along with a muffled sound, Qin Shuanglu's right foot actually shattered the floor, his sole plunging into the earth.

Sinking Stone Foot was a unique qinggong footwork of the Boundless Bright King Sect.

Other sects' footwork emphasized agility and elusiveness, maximizing dodge value.

However, the Boundless Bright King Sect's footwork was peculiar, giving people the feeling of just one thing—standing and fighting!

Completely disregarding evasion, purely facing the enemy head-on.

It might even make many people question: Can this thing even be called footwork?

But this kind of footwork wasn't mindless.

The Boundless Bright King Sect's martial arts emphasized borrowing strength from the earth, the lower body steady as a mountain.

As long as the footwork was firm, one could obtain strength beyond one's own.

Especially after reaching the fifth rank, 《Sinking Stone Foot》could not only make one's soles sink into the ground, but also release internal force to make the enemy's feet sink into the ground and unable to move.

Unfortunately, Qin Shuanglu was only at the sixth rank, and had not yet reached this level.

As Qin Shuanglu's soles sank into the ground,

The battle puppet didn't throw out the blood droplet.

He held the sword and still walked towards Qin Shuanglu step by step.

Qin Shuanglu couldn't help but think to himself:

"Could it be that my true intention has been seen through by him?"

Qin Shuanglu's move, Sinking Stone Foot, seemed very stupid.

Even if you're going to stand and fight, it's only suitable for facing melee opponents.

And this battle puppet's blood droplet was obviously capable of ranged attacks.

Choosing to stand and fight against a ranged weapon would eventually lead to being exhausted to death.

But Sinking Stone Foot was a footwork, so it wouldn't be so rigid.

Sinking Stone Foot also had other wonderful uses.

Qin Shuanglu was deliberately creating a stance of standing and fighting, deliberately selling a flaw.

First, lure the battle puppet to launch a ranged attack, and then catch it off guard.

But who knew, the battle puppet didn't seem to be fooled.

"I don't believe he's that fierce!"

Seeing this, Qin Shuanglu could only brace himself and use his killing move in advance.

His feet borrowed strength from the ground, and he suddenly ejected out.

By borrowing strength, his speed was so fast that it almost turned into a phantom.

In this instant, Qin Shuanglu's speed almost surpassed the level of the sixth rank!

This was why Sinking Stone Foot was regarded as a footwork!

"Whoosh!"

His whole person was like a cannonball, fiercely rushing towards the battle puppet.

Qin Shuanglu's original plan was pretty good.

Once the opponent launched a ranged attack, Qin Shuanglu would use the method of Sinking Stone Foot to borrow strength and increase his speed to the extreme in a short period of time, closing the distance to the opponent.

The pestle technique he cultivated would truly display its power once he was in close combat.

Swords were too long.

Fists and palms were weak.

And the vajra pestle was the most powerful in close combat.

However, the other party remained unmoved, so Qin Shuanglu could only move in advance.

The battle puppet still didn't move.

Only when Qin Shuanglu got close did the battle puppet raise the blood droplet in his hand.

This blood droplet was like a steel shield, completely blocking Qin Shuanglu's attack route.

It was too late for Qin Shuanglu to retreat, and the vajra pestle in his hand slammed heavily on the blood droplet.

"Clang! ! !"

The huge sound of metal collision resounded through the small courtyard.

In the next moment, the blade on the blood droplet suddenly began to rotate at high speed.

The battle puppet raised the blood droplet in his hand, and the rapidly rotating blade immediately slashed towards Qin Shuanglu.

"What?!"

Qin Shuanglu was shocked and hurriedly wanted to retreat.

He never expected that the other party's uniquely shaped weapon could actually be used in this way.

But his Sinking Stone Foot footwork required borrowing strength from the ground, and the more stable his feet were, the more strength he could borrow.

Now, Qin Shuanglu hadn't had time to borrow strength from the ground in his panic, which caused him to retreat slowly. The sharp blade had already cut across his right wrist.

"Swish!"

Qin Shuanglu's right wrist was immediately cut off at the root, and the flying severed hand was still tightly gripping the vajra pestle.