Asura Martial System

After infiltrating the Ghost Mine, it should be because there were too many spirit souls in the ancient times, causing the few Nether Soldier to have no reaction when they saw him. They all thought that he was a slave.    

    

"What are you doing here?" One of the Nether Soldier saw Zhao Xin and shouted.    

    

Zhao Xin was about to kill Nether Soldier when an old man suddenly ran over and grabbed Zhao Xin's hand. He said to Nether Soldier, "Master, don't mind. He just came out to get some fresh air. We will go back to work now."    

    

Without waiting for Zhao Xin to explain, the old man pulled him away forcefully.    

    

The old man seemed to have some status here, so Nether Soldier did not stop him.    

    

He was pulled all the way to a very large mine, and only then did the old man let go of Zhao Xin.    

    

"Enough old man, where are you going to pull me to?"    

    

The old man let go of Zhao Xin and asked tentatively, "You must be Long Yunxin."    

    

As soon as he finished speaking, a buzzing sound was heard. The Shura Residual Sword instantly appeared on the old man's neck. Zhao Xin frowned and his cold eyes were emitting killing intent.    

    

His identity could never be exposed in Path of Hell. Li Shiming and the others were surprised, but they could not spread his identity among the slaves.    

    

Otherwise, there would be endless troubles in the future.    

    

The old man's face slightly changed as he calmly explained, "Don't worry, it was a girl named Zixuan who told us."    

    

Zixuan?    

    

"Where is Zixuan?" Zhao Xin quickly asked.    

    

"It really is Long Yunxin. Zixuan did not lie. The person that the white-haired old man has been waiting for has finally arrived."    

    

"None of you believed what Zixuan said back then. Now, she has appeared in front of us and is confessing for your actions back then." The white-haired old man coldly glared at the surrounding spirit souls.    

    

His angry expression made everyone shrink back in shame and no longer dare to speak.    

    

Zhao Xin was very suspicious. He only wanted to know Li Zixuan's whereabouts now. "Quickly tell me where Li Zixuan is. Why are you dawdling?"    

    

Hearing Zhao Xin's stern shout, the white-haired old man looked sad. "Zixuan was still working here three days ago. In the end, she was taken away by Nether Soldier and has yet to come back."    

    

"What!?" Zhao Xin was furious. He turned around and wanted to rush out.    

    

The old man quickly pulled him back. "I guess Zixuan must have been locked in the dungeon. These two days, there were always heartbreaking screams from women in the dungeon. Recently, only Zixuan went missing. She was most likely locked up there."    

    

Zhao Xin's heart sank. Something had happened!    

    

"Emperor Song, you are courting death!"    

    

In an instant.    

    

Zhao Xin was extremely furious, and the Shura Residual Sword let out a shrill and brutal cry.    

    

"Emperor Song, get the hell out here right now!"    

    

Zhao Xin rushed out of the mine and let out a furious roar.    

    

The sound waves spread out and shook the entire Ghost Mine.    

    

"How dare you cause trouble in the ore mine? Courting death! Gather the troops!"    

    

Nether Soldier continuously appeared and surrounded Zhao Xin.    

    

Zhao Xin's eyes were cold and cold. He was pushing forward step by step. No one dared to stop him with his domineering aura.    

    

When thousands of Nether Soldier gathered around, under the command of a general, thousands of Nether Soldier lunged at Zhao Xin.    

    

For a moment, the sound of killing shook the sky.    

    

"Those who stand in my way, die!"    

    

The voice carried a dignified and domineering aura. He raised his cold eyes and the residual sword in his hand moved in an instant.    

    

Buzz, buzz, buzz -    

    

The sword cry surged, and the Sword-Light soared into the sky.    

    

This was not a siege at all, but a massacre.    

    

A man and a sword, not even a blade of grass could survive in the area.    

    

One by one, Nether Soldier died a tragic death under the residual sword. There was no blood, no corpses. There were only howls of pain and spirit souls scattered all over the place.    

    

The system notification sound in his brain rang out crazily.    

    

The experience gained from a group of God Creation Stage warriors was insignificant.    

    

However, they had touched Zhao Xin's reverse scale. If the reverse scale was touched, they would die immediately. Killing all of their families would not be able to vent the anger in Zhao Xin's heart.    

    

"Tell me, where is the dungeon?" Zhao Xin's eyes turned red. He unleashed a monstrous fighting intention and grabbed one of Nether Soldier's neck. His angry voice seemed to be squeezed out from the depths of his throat.    

    

Nether Soldier had already been frightened by Zhao Xin's fierce look. His whole body was trembling, and he weakly pointed in the direction of the dungeon.    

    

The next moment.    

    

Zhao Xin retracted his palm, and Nether Soldier turned into a cloud of smoke and dissipated.    

    

Ding!    

    

Congratulations to the host for killing ___!    

    

Zhao Xin turned around and ran straight to the dungeon. Along the way, Nether Soldier kept blocking his way, but all of them were overturned by Zhao Xin. No matter if it was Nether Soldier or the slaves who stopped him, as long as they tried to stop him, they would all die.    

    

"Who are you? Breaking into the mountain range is a capital offense!"    

    

"You are going against the entire Path of Hell. You will die without a burial ground."    

    

"Stop! Who are you? Don't blame me if this continues!"    

    

The huge riot finally alerted the people in the hall.    

    

Just as Zhao Xin was about to approach the dungeon, two rows of Ming Jun, who were wearing armor and walking in an orderly manner, were holding long spears in their hands, blocking Zhao Xin's path at the same time.    

    

Unlike Nether Soldier, the Ming Jun was a true army of Path of Hell. They had their own body and freedom, and their strength was naturally not something Nether Soldier could compare with.    

    

"Who are you? You have committed a capital offense by causing a ruckus in the ore mine."    

    

"Your aura is different from ordinary spirit souls. Who exactly are you?"    

    

However.    

    

Hum!    

    

Zhao Xin's figure disappeared in an instant. The residual sword in his hand was placed on the neck of one of the Ming Jun. His cold eyes were soul-stirring. "Tell me, where is the entrance to the dungeon?"    

    

"Dungeon?"    

    

"You have one second to answer. "    

    

"I don't know..." Before the Ming Jun could finish, there was a puffing sound.    

    

Blood splashed out, and blood spurted out. A human head rolled to the ground.    

    

Ding!    

    

Congratulations to the host for killing the spirit realm Ming Jun.    

    

Congratulations to the host for obtaining 3,000,000 experience points and 2,000,000 Spirit Profound Qi.    

    

Congratulations to the host for obtaining the Spirit realm ___.    

    

A few system notifications sounded out.    

    

Following which.    

    

The other thirty over Ming Jun were furious. This man was clearly here to cause trouble by killing their men in front of them.    

    

The crowd shouted and rushed forward. The strength that Zhao Xin had displayed just now was not to be underestimated. Only when they attacked together would they have a chance of winning.    

    

However.    

    

That was just their thoughts.    

    

Zhao Xin's figure was like a shadow, like a shadow, constantly harvesting their lives.    

    

They couldn't even see where Zhao Xin was, but their teammates fell one after another.    

    

At this moment, everyone panicked.    

    

They were afraid.    

    

They were afraid.    

    

They had never faced such a powerful enemy before. They couldn't even touch the corner of Zhao Xin's clothes, as if they were ants being killed by him.    

    

"Who is he?"    

    

"Why is he making things difficult for us?"    

    

"Dungeon? What is he going to do in the dungeon?"    

    

"The one in the dungeon is Third Young Master Wolf and that slave!" Everyone was shocked and immediately thought of Li Zixuan who was locked up.    

    

Could it be that this person was the close relative of the slave?    

    

But how could a slave from a lower plane have such a powerful relative?    

    

Wait!    

    

Didn't Asura come from Nebula Continent? This slave also came from Nebula Continent. Could it be that the man who intruded here was Asura?    

    

It had to be said that their thinking ability was really amazing. For a moment, they immediately associated it with Asura.    

    

"Why don't it really be Asura? There's no way we can be a match for him."    

    

"We have to go out alive and report to Lord Emperor Song. No, Lord King of Inferno, Asura has invaded."    

    

They shouted.    

    

But in the next second, their expressions became dull, and a line of blood appeared on their necks.    

    

After that, the blood line spurted out thick blood. One by one, the Ming Jun fell to the ground, unable to get up.    

    

The last person fell to the ground. Zhao Xin threw out the residual sword in his hand and threw out a ferocious bloody wound. "Run? It doesn't exist."    

    

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