Drunken Swordsman: I choose the ruthless way, why are you crying?

Chapter 52: Someone from Prince Zhan’s Mansion came. I, Mu Qingfeng, am not a sinister villain!

Thousand kills in Yuxu Realm!

Unknowingly, he had killed a thousand ferocious beasts at the Yuxu realm.

Hearing the system's prompt, Qin Hao added all his killing points to his cultivation without hesitation. In an instant, a powerful force surged in his body.

A full 200,000 killing points actually raised Qin Hao's cultivation to the late level!
Late stage of Yuxu realm!
Qin Hao felt the surging power in his body and couldn't help but reveal a faint smile. Then he turned the magic sword and rushed to the fourth floor.

On the other side, Mu Qingfeng was also practicing hard.

He was also on the third floor of the Trial Tower, and was also surrounded by ferocious beasts.

His originally white clothes were stained red with blood, and his face was covered with sweat and blood, but there was only determination and indomitable spirit in his eyes.

Mu Qingfeng swung the long sword in his hand, and each blow was fierce, killing the beasts that pounced on him one by one. He had only one thought in his mind: he could not be surpassed by Qin Hao.

Their contest attracted the attention of the entire Holy Land.

A group of elders gathered in a hall, discussing the upcoming duel.

"Both of these young men are outstanding. We should really look forward to seeing young people." An elder said, stroking his beard, his eyes full of admiration.

“But who will ultimately become the true pride of the Holy Land depends on their performance in the duel,” another elder said solemnly.

"No matter what the result is, this competition will promote the development of our holy land." Another elder nodded.

late at night.

Everything was silent, and the holy land of Langya was immersed in tranquility.

Mu Qingfeng sat cross-legged in his room practicing, and the air around him seemed to move in rhythm with his breathing.

He was immersed in the crucial stage of cultivation, concentrating his mind and body, trying to break through the current bottleneck.

His breathing was steady and deep. Every breath he took absorbed the spiritual energy between heaven and earth and gathered it in his dantian.

Suddenly, a slight sound broke the silence. The sound was extremely faint, like a leaf gently falling.

But in this extremely quiet environment, it seems particularly abrupt.

Mu Qingfeng opened his eyes instantly, his gaze was as sharp as lightning, as if he could see through all the darkness, and he shouted loudly: "Who!"

Almost at the same time, the Chihong sword beside him was unsheathed, shining with a cold light. The sword body trembled slightly, and the red sword light was looming, burning the air, extremely hot.

Four men in black walked out of the shadows slowly like ghosts. Their steps were light and silent, as if they had merged into the darkness.

Seeing Mu Qingfeng so alert, the leading black-clad man quickly clasped his fists and apologized: "Mr. Mu, don't be impulsive."

Mu Qingfeng stared at them with cold eyes.

He asked sternly, "Who are you? How dare you trespass into the Holy Land of Langya? How did you get around the guards?"

The leading black-clad man took a deep breath, tried to calm himself down, and said, "Mr. Mu, we are the shadows of Prince Zhan's Mansion. We came here today because we really have an important matter to ask for. I hope you can listen to me."

Mu Qingfeng frowned, his face darkened, and he snorted coldly: "Zhan Palace? I have never had anything to do with your Zhan Palace, what important matter could it be?"

The man in black said, "Mr. Mu is a talent from the Holy Land, so we would like to ask him for help with something."

Mu Qingfeng heard this and said in a deep voice: "If you have something to say, just tell me. But if you tell me even a single lie, don't blame me for being ruthless with my sword!"

"Yes, yes!" The man in black nodded, then lowered his voice and said, "Mr. Mu, you are about to duel with Qin Hao. Our prince is very concerned about this duel. He hopes that you can kill Qin Hao in the duel." "What did you say?"

When Mu Qingfeng heard this, his face suddenly changed and turned red in an instant, his anger was beyond words.

Even with his good manners, he became furious after hearing what the shadow guard said.

Mu Qingfeng shouted angrily: "This is ridiculous! The duel between Qin Hao and I is a fair fight, a respect for each other's strength and honor. How can I allow you, the villains, to interfere!"

The man in black hurriedly said, "Mr. Mu, calm down. We are also following orders. The prince has given orders, so we have to obey."

"And I think Master Mu would not want Qin Hao to become the number one in the Holy Land. You don't have to worry about the truth being exposed. We have brought blood poison."

"As long as you mix this medicine into Qin Hao's food or weapons before the duel, his blood will flow backwards during the battle, and his cultivation will be lost. If you kill him by mistake, no one will gossip about it. Moreover, if this is successful, the prince will reward you handsomely."

Mu Qingfeng was so furious that his eyes almost spewed fire.

He shouted loudly: "You despicable villains! How dare you make such a shameless request in front of me! The disciples of Langya Holy Land are upright and honest, how could they be harmed by such evil schemes of yours!"

"I, Mu Qingfeng, have always acted uprightly throughout my life and would never do such a despicable thing!"

After saying that, Mu Qingfeng's figure flashed like a flash of lightning, and the Chihong sword turned into a stream of light and instantly stabbed towards the man in black.

The man in black never expected Mu Qingfeng to suddenly attack, and he dodged in a panic in a hurry.

However, Mu Qingfeng's swordsmanship was extremely sharp. His sword was as fast as the wind, flashing red light, and carrying a resolute murderous intent.

In a flash, the three men in black fell in a pool of blood without even having time to scream.

Blood gushed out of their wounds, staining the ground red.

The remaining man in black witnessed his companion die instantly. He was so frightened that his face turned pale, his legs went limp, and he collapsed to the ground.

He was trembling all over, begging for mercy in a tearful voice: "Master Mu, spare my life! I am only following orders, please spare my life!"

Mu Qingfeng put away his sword and stood up, the blood on the sword slowly dripping down the blade.

He looked coldly at the man in black lying on the ground, without a trace of mercy in his eyes.

"Go back and tell your War King that the Langya Holy Land is not a place he can arbitrarily interfere with, and the disciples of the Holy Land are not the ones he can plot against!"

"If you dare to attack the disciples of the Holy Land again, I, Mu Qingfeng, will kill him in the Zhan Palace and make him regret it!"

Mu Qingfeng's voice was cold and firm, like the chilly wind of winter, making people shudder.

The man in black fled the room as if he had been granted amnesty, shouting, "Thank you, Master Mu, for sparing my life. I will definitely pass on the message!"

In the room, only Mu Qingfeng was left standing there, his face gloomy and his mind full of thoughts.

He knew very well that this was no accident. The Zhan Palace actually dared to extend its hands to the Langya Holy Land. There must be an ulterior motive behind it.

But he was wondering whether he should inform the elders of the holy land about this matter, or investigate it secretly first?
But no matter what, he would never let the conspiracy of Prince Zhan's Mansion succeed. He wanted to protect the dignity and honor of the Langya Holy Land, and also protect fellow disciples like Qin Hao.

A red rainbow flashed by, and the three corpses caught fire and burned up in an instant, leaving only three wisps of ashes.

What kind of bullshit poison is this? Mu Qingfeng has lived an upright life, so why would he become a sinister villain?

Mu Qingfeng took a deep breath, sat down again and continued to practice.

(End of this chapter)