Dan and Martial God of the Other World

That rusty sword was invincible.    

But in the time it took for a spark to fly, Fang Jiu managed to dodge the fatal blow.    

The terrifying aura caused Bian Jiu's neck to be in extreme pain. A sharp cold light brushed past his neck as if it had been slashed by a sharp blade, causing all the hairs on his body to stand on end.    

It was at this moment that a figure strangely appeared.    

As his figure stepped forward, the faint sound of rumbling thunder could be heard. It was as if his fist had already landed on Fang Jiu's lower abdomen.    

"I've capsized, my life is over!"    

At this moment, Bian Jiu's gaze was completely replaced by terror. He felt something, but it was too late for him to react.    

"Bang!"    

A low and deep sound rang out from Fang Jiu's chest. His body was also sent flying ten meters away before he crashed into a huge rock.    

"Puchi …"    

Cracks appeared on the giant rock after it was struck, and Fang Jiu spat out a mouthful of blood.    

Not caring about vomiting blood, Bian Jiu wanted to get up and run.    

It was also at this time that Fang Jiu realized, with great horror, that a medical needle had appeared in his dantian's Qi Sea, and the medical needle had pierced straight through his dantian's Qi Sea.    

A teenager slowly walked over, and the rusty abandoned sword in his hands disappeared in a flash.    

"How is this possible? How is this possible? How could you possibly escape my attack …"    

Bian Jiu's eyes were filled with even more shock. He cried out in shock before spitting out another mouthful of blood.    

He really couldn't understand how Du Shaomu was able to escape from his full powered attack.    

Furthermore, this Du Shaomu, who was clearly only at the first level of the Martial Spiritual Stage, was actually able to cripple three levels of his Martial General Stage.    

"From the North Cloud City to the Dreamy Cloud City, I had thought that you would want to make a move. Who knew that you would actually be so tolerant, with just your little tricks, you're still too weak."    

Du Shaomu glanced at Fang Jiu, who was on the ground. He knew that someone was following them from the start.    

"Puff …"    

Bian Jiu vomited another mouthful of blood. His gaze was dejected, completely lifeless. He had a feeling that this matter was certain. Who knew that the other party would know of his existence from the very beginning?    

"Third level of Martial General Stage. You should be well-trained, and your Su Family should not have such abilities. It should be that whatever crown prince sent you, right?"    

Du Shaomu's eyes turned cold as he looked at the ordinary-looking Fang Jiu on the ground.    

Bian Jiu tried his best to lift his head, but his lifeless eyes were filled with shock!    

Was this really the rumored servant girl's son, the good-for-nothing husband? With just one look, he was able to tell who sent him; this must be a monstrous intelligence.    

What caused Fang Jiu to be even more shocked was Du Shaomu's strength. He was already a Martial Spiritual Stage at the age of fifteen, and the most important thing was that he, a third level martial general, had failed miserably. How could such a young man be the rumored trash?    

"You lied to everyone, but you won't live long. You'll die a miserable death."    

Then, Fang Jiu malevolently smiled. Blood dripped from the corner of his mouth, and his eyes were sinister.    

He had already been crippled, and the information he had obtained was wrong. He had already failed completely.    

However, no matter how perverted this brat was, he was someone who the crown prince wanted to kill. He was destined to die, and he might even die miserably, so it was equivalent to taking revenge for him.    

"How many people did you send? Are there any other arrangements?" Du Shaomu asked Nine coldly.    

"Brat, you're dead for sure. If you cripple me, there will be someone who will take revenge for me."    

Bian Jiu sneered, growing increasingly sinister. Even if he were to die, he wouldn't utter a single word. As soon as his words left his mouth, he wanted to swallow the poison in his tongue and commit suicide.    

"If you don't want to say it, then I will look for it myself."    

Du Shaomu reached out his hand, and with a twist of his five fingers, a surge of Essence appeared. A huge suction force instantly landed on Fang Jiu's head, pulling his body up.    

"Ah …"    

All of a sudden, the pupils of Bian Jiu, who had gone through countless training, dilated. His eyes were filled with horror as he screamed, his heart tearing and his lungs splitting. It was as if he had encountered the most terrifying torment.    

This sort of torment came from the depths of his soul.    

"Ah …"    

Bian Jiu's body continued to twitch as he screamed in pain, his screams resonating throughout the entire mountain path.    

As Bian Jiu's screams became smaller and smaller, the convulsing and deformed body gradually stopped struggling.    

When the claw print loosened its grip, Bian Jiu's body fell onto the ground. He had already died completely without any signs of life.    

"Yuv Loongquan!"    

Du Shaomu narrowed his eyes as a chilling aura surged in his eyes.    

Just now, Du Shaomu had cast a soul-searching technique that was able to directly search the soul of a place. It was enough to make the other party wish they were dead.    

Of course, not to mention the history of the Soul Search Technique, it was much more difficult to cultivate it than becoming a Pill Master.    

Furthermore, the Soul Searching Technique could only be used on people who had weaker souls. If one encountered someone whose soul was stronger than theirs, they would be easily devoured.    

The cultivation at the ninth layer was much stronger than Du Shaomu's, but only at the cultivation level.    

Even though Du Shaomu was only at the first stage of Martial Spiritual Stage, his true strength was clear to see. The one that died was Fang Jiu.    

In terms of soul, Du Shaomu had been through two lifetimes and was the soul of the God of Pills in his previous life. Although he was far from reaching the level of his previous life, he still couldn't be compared to these nine.    

From these nine souls, Du Shaomu found out that it was Yuv state, Prince Yuv Loongquan, who had sent them to assassinate him. In order to not reveal anything, he had only sent nine people over.    

"Yuv state Crown Prince, Yuv Loongquan!"    

A cold light flashed in Du Shaomu's eyes. He remembered this person in his heart. If a person that he had never seen before wanted to kill him, then he wouldn't need to be courteous when the opportunity presented itself in the future.    

A hunchbacked old man quietly appeared a few dozen feet behind Du Shaomu, as if he just appeared out of thin air.    

The messy white hair on the old man's forehead covered his eyes, revealing a somewhat turbid gaze.    

"From the moment I entered the Dreamy Cloud City until now, you're finally willing to come out?"    

Du Shaomu didn't turn around. He just patted the dust off his hands.    

Hearing this, the old man's eyes were filled with surprise but soon calmed down. His voice was a bit hoarse as he said: "Good disguise skill, you have made a mistake."    

"He's not here to kill me. There must be something wrong if he follows me from so far away, right?"    

Du Shaomu turned around and looked at the old man with a hunched back.    

"Mr Mo, whose medical skills are superb, is actually just a young lad. He is actually quite talented. First stage of the Martial Spiritual Stage, dual cultivation in alchemy. How about you join my faction and inherit my legacy?"    

The old man looked at Du Shaomu. His cloudy eyes seemed to be moved. As he spoke, he revealed a mouthful of yellow teeth. In the middle, there was an empty front tooth. Coupled with his messy appearance, it seemed a little comical.    

"You can't even protect yourself now. Besides, I don't even plan to accept you as my disciple, and you still want to accept me as your disciple. I'm afraid that you're thinking too much."    

Du Shaomu said lightly to the old man.    

Hearing Du Shaomu's words, the old man was stunned. He opened his mouth very wide, and his yellowed front teeth were leaking air. His eyes were wide open as he looked at Du Shaomu in surprise.    

Then, the old man let out a breath and smiled: "Young man, you have some extraordinary medical skills, you are already so young and yet you are already so extraordinary. Then, the old man let out a breath and smiled:" Young man, you are already quite good, you are already so young and you are already so young and yet you are also a master teacher.    

However, when paired with his current appearance, it seemed very strange. He continued to speak: "However, compared to going crazy, I'm afraid that you don't have the ability to act wildly in front of me and become my disciple, but this old man guarantees that you will not even reach Martial Marquis Stage for ten years, no, five years, as long as you do so, you can at least step into the realm of Martial Marquis Stage, and even inherit this old man's legacy. In this world, there are only a few people who can do anything about you!"    

In these five years, he went from Martial Spiritual Stage to Martial Marquis Stage, and even Martial King Stage.    

The old man looked at Du Shaomu. This kind of temptation was enough to make all the young people in the world go crazy.    

And he truly did have the ability to do so. Such a talented youth truly moved his heart to take him in as a disciple.