Chapter 41 Have You Ever Thought that Today Would Happen?

The golden sword lion pounced, slamming down its claws to crush Mu Yan to death.

However, electric arcs flashed across Mu Yan's body, thunder roared loudly, and his entire body disappeared from the claws of the Golden Sword Lion.

The next moment, lightning flashed in the void behind the golden sword lion, and Mu Yan incredibly stepped out of the lightning, as if bathed in thunder and lightning.

Thunder Escape Technique!

After Mu Yan appeared, he raised his sword high and slashed it down fiercely. As if the sword of judgment was coming, the fierce sword light immediately enveloped the golden sword lion.

Just listen to a series of sounds of the body being penetrated.

Mu Yan's lightning flashes left seven or eight blood marks on the Golden Sword Lion's body. The blood gurgled out, which was shocking.

The Golden Sword Lion howled miserably, the fighting spirit energy dissipated, and Yan Qingwu returned to human form again.

However, his current situation is worrying. He has been cut with several sword marks on his body and is as angry as a gossamer.

Mu Yan retracted his sword with a faint sneer on his lips: "That's it?"

"You!" Yan Qingqing stared at Mu Yan, but couldn't say a word.

He was completely shocked today. Even if he tried his best, he was still vulnerable in front of Mu Yan.

What's even more terrifying is that Mu Yan didn't seem to try his best and defeated himself easily.

At this moment, all Yan Qingqing's pride collapsed.

"What level are you at?" Yan Qingqing asked in shock and anger.

Mu Yan chuckled: "What do you think?"

He walked slowly and stared at Yan Wuqing with a half-smile.

"What are you going to do?" Facing this sixteen-year-old boy, Yan Wuqing felt fear for the first time.

Mu Yan's smile faded away and she said coldly: "When you insulted me, did you ever think that this day would happen?"

The fear in Yan Wuqing's eyes slowly grew.

After Mu Yan made a dazzling movement, all the joints of Yan Qingqing's limbs were removed.

The entire fighting arena echoed with Yan Wuqing's screams.

Everyone in the stands felt their scalps go numb. No matter how they viewed Mu Yan before, at this moment, Mu Yan had completely turned into their nightmare.

This kid is too ruthless and must not be provoked.

Everyone secretly warned themselves.

Bei Juehan frowned even more. Although he didn't care about Yan Qingqing's life, he still cared about the commander-level fighting spirit. If Mu Yan killed someone, the fighting spirit would also dissipate.

Thinking of this, he suddenly stood up and said loudly: "Brother Mu Yan, please be noble and save the lives of my men."

Everyone present looked at him again, and Bei Juehan once again became the focus.

They never dreamed that Bei Juehan would personally intercede for Yan Qingqing.

"Bei Shaolian attaches great importance to the lives of his men." This thought flashed through his mind, and Bei Juehan's position in their hearts became even higher.

But how did these people know that what Bei Juehan really cared about was the fighting spirit transferred to Yan Qingqing.

After hearing Bei Juehan's plea, Mu Yan said, "What if I insist on killing him?"

The tone was so cold that it felt like falling into an ice cellar.

Bei Juehan was startled for a moment and said: "You should know the strength of our Jiangbei Group. If you kill our people, you will become the enemy of the entire Jiangbei. We..."

Suddenly, Mu Yan raised his right hand, and a long sword shot up into the sky. With a buzzing sound, it turned into a bright stream of light and slashed directly towards him.

In an instant, the flying sword hung above Bei Juehan's head, like a large knife on a guillotine, and could be chopped off at any time!

"Keep talking nonsense!" Mu Yan spat out every word, his aura rising steadily, and the terrifying pressure spread around the venue like detonated explosives.

Suddenly, an aura that seemed to be able to crush everything descended on the audience.

Everyone was suffocated, as if their throats were being strangled.

"This is... Layman Qingming!"

Someone said something, and it was like a whirlwind, blowing through the entire audience.

For a moment, everyone was strongly stimulated.

"Such a young layman Qingming, my God, I have witnessed a miracle."

"No wonder you dare to challenge Yan Qingqing. It's as easy as a father beating his son."

"I will change my idol in the future. Mu Yan is so handsome."

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Zhao Xiaofeng and Xiao Yue looked at each other in disbelief.

After a long time, Xiao Yue smiled bitterly and said: "Don't look at me, I don't know when he advanced."

After Zhao Xiaofeng fell silent, he suddenly shouted: "My brother Yan is awesome, I will hang out with him from now on!"

Just when everyone was in excitement, Bei Juehan was not relaxed at all in the stands.

The main reason is that the flying sword is still hanging above his head.

Yan Qingqing, who was screaming in the ring, suddenly became silent and turned pale.

He never dreamed that the newcomer he bullied a month ago would now become someone he looked up to.

Just when Mu Yan didn't hide his rank at all and his breath exploded violently, Yan Qingqing's mind completely collapsed and he was actually scared to death!

If time could go by, he would definitely not provoke Mu Yan.

A fighting spirit slowly rose up and floated to Mu Yan.

"The life-and-death battle is over. The winner, Mu Yan, will be rewarded with Yan Qingqing's warrior-level fighting spirit and the Netherworld War Horse."

Originally, after a person dies, the fighting spirit disappears, except for life and death fights. Under the protection of the rules of the fighting world, the fighting spirit rewarded will be transferred to the winner.

Warrior-level Nether War Horse Fighting Soul, mount type.

Mu Yan accepted it with a smile, but regretted in his heart why he didn't take the commander-level fighting soul as a reward, so that he could get the golden sword lion.

At this time, he waved gently.

The flying sword was summoned and returned to Mu Yan's hand with a buzzing sound.

Afterwards, Mu Yan walked out of the fighting arena without even looking at Bei Juehan, and no one dared to stop him.

"Bei Juehan, if I kill you now, I'm afraid it will be too easy for you. I will make your Bei family collapse little by little, and let you taste the feeling of having nothing!"

A strong thought came to Mu Yan's mind.

Seeing Mu Yan's figure gradually disappear, the gloom on Bei Juehan's face became even more intense.

He actually had a sword held to his neck in front of everyone. He had never suffered such humiliation in his life.

Moreover, when Bei Juehan wooed Mu Yan, he promised that Mu Yan would become a Qingming lay practitioner before graduating from high school. But now, only a month later, Mu Yan has become a junior lay practitioner.

Thinking of this, Bei Juehan felt more and more pain in his face from being beaten.

His seemingly grand gift is not even a drop in the bucket in the eyes of the other party.

"Mu Yan, you are growing up too fast. You are really a genius, but in the world of martial arts, there are too many geniuses who die halfway." Bei Juehan said in a voice that only he could hear.

A cold light flashed from his eyes.

In the crowd, a man was also paying attention to the battle. The strange thing was that he was wearing a huge black cloak, and his face and body were covered.

"Sure enough, it's him!" This man quietly left the fighting arena and followed Mu Yan.

Did you enjoy watching it? There is another chapter tonight, for those of you who have been following along!