The scene seemed to freeze, time as if eternal in this moment.
Whether it was the Eastern Domain Legion's Combat Command Center or the Martial Department Headquarters Combat Command Center, there was a profound silence.
Qin Yuanzheng, Qi Wufu, and others, gazing at the youth on the monitoring screen, felt a moment of daze.
It had been many years since the extraterrestrial enemies descended, and never had a battle given them this kind of feeling.
What was this feeling?
Having the wisdom of the sage, controlling the overall situation?
Facing the strong with weakness, with effortless ease?
It was aesthetic.
This battle made them feel a sense of aesthetic, like a magnificent stage play, unfolding from beginning to present, each scene interlocking, exceptionally brilliant.
At the same time, at the entrance of Putuo Temple, Dongfang Xiao Yao, Huangfu Weixia, and Xing Tian, after dodging, did not continue their attacks, but also looked at Jiang Wuming.
On the other side, the remaining three one-star War Gods and one nine-star Martial Artist were in the same state.
However—
They could not slow down the footage several times over; they could not see Jiang Wuming's figure clearly at all.
But Mu Qing saw it!
At this moment, Mu Qing had not yet landed.
He saw Jiang Wuming arrive like the wind and felt an unprecedented sense of crisis!
Swish!
As the crisis descended, Mu Qing disregarded his injuries. With a wave of his right arm, he raised his precious sword again, and with a fierce slash, he attacked the whistling saber fragments and Jiang Wuming.
With a single strike, a sword light resembling a crescent moon reappeared.
Mu Qing once again used his Crescent Moon Slash, but due to the impact of his injuries on his combat power, its might was greatly diminished compared to before.
Clang, clang, clang...
In an instant, crisp sounds echoed.
The saber fragments manipulated by Jiang Wuming's spiritual power were struck by the sword light and instantly turned to powder, scattering into nothingness.
Then, the sword light swept towards Jiang Wuming's figure, but no scene of flesh and blood flying appeared—it was an afterimage left by Jiang Wuming!
Boom—
Jiang Wuming's afterimage vanished, and the sword light struck the ground, carving a deep沟 into the earth. Fragments of bluestone flew, creating a spectacular display.
Crack!
At the same moment, Mu Qing's feet touched the ground. His face showed no sign of relief; instead, his expression became even more solemn.
This was because he knew that the sword light he had unleashed had not hit Jiang Wuming.
Even more so, he clearly sensed that Jiang Wuming's aura was rapidly approaching!
"Rumble..."
Jiang Wuming's true qi permeated his entire being, like a white light, and he suddenly appeared at Mu Qing's side. The bones and tendons within his body chimed, his internal organs resonated, and the sound of thunder emanated from him.
Thunder roared, and mystical power surged.
In an instant, Jiang Wuming's internal organs were like doors of power, opening simultaneously. Mystical power surged out, perfectly merging with his true qi, and transmitted through his meridians to his right fist, manifesting as streaks of surging lightning.
Thunderous Treasure Art.
Having closed the distance again, Jiang Wuming discarded the hilt of his saber and unleashed the fifth form of the Thunderous Treasure Art—Thunderous Strike!
Boom!!
Jiang Wuming threw out a punch, and the air in front of him instantly exploded. The lightning that had been coursing around his right fist converged, forming a fist-shaped blast radiating terrifying energy fluctuations, like a fearsome bolt of lightning, smashing towards Mu Qing.
Mu Qing had just landed and had no time to dodge. Relying purely on his combat instincts, he subconsciously thrust his precious sword forward, with true qi surging at its tip.
At the same time, he frantically urged his true qi, attempting to manifest the tripods again for defense.
Clang!!
In a flash of lightning, Mu Qing's precious sword struck the lightning-flashing fist blast. With a crisp sound, it snapped into two pieces on the spot.
Jiang Wuming's body followed his fist, and the thunderous fist blast, with its irresistible momentum, continued forward, smashing towards Mu Qing.
Mu Qing's true qi surged, and just as he manifested the rudimentary form of the tripods, it was struck by the thunderous fist blast!
"Boom!"
"Crack—"
The tripods, manifested by true qi on Mu Qing's body, instantly exploded. He was sent flying backward again, his ribs on his chest cracking and shattering. A fist-sized bloody hole appeared on his chest, and hot blood gushed out, continuously spilling onto the ground.
He had been punched through the chest by Jiang Wuming, suffering unimaginable heavy damage!
"Ugh..."
Mu Qing's remaining four subordinates, upon witnessing this scene, instantly widened their eyes, their pale faces filled with disbelief!
They could not believe that Mu Qing, a genius of the Mu family from the outer realms, who possessed the strength of a three-star War God, seventh stage, even after descending to Earth, was almost defenseless against a native of this game world who was only a two-star War God, ninth stage!
All of this completely surpassed their imagination and their understanding; it even made them feel as if they were dreaming.
However—
Mu Qing's bloody and mangled body told them that this was not a dream.
They, who had originally come here to hunt, had become the prey, hunted by a native of this world!
"You... your attack contains mysterious energy?!"
At the same time, as Mu Qing was sent flying back and bleeding, spitting out blood foam, he stared intently at Jiang Wuming with wide eyes. The astonishment on his face was even greater than that of his four subordinates!
This was because he had felt a mysterious energy in Jiang Wuming's attack!
And only martial artists who had cultivated supreme divine arts would have mysterious energy in their attacks!
Although Mu Qing, as a genius of the Mu family, knew that supreme divine arts were not as miraculous as the outside world claimed—being cultivation methods for gods—he also knew that the conditions for cultivating supreme divine arts were extremely stringent!
Even among the top martial arts geniuses of the outer realms, they were one in ten thousand!
To be precise, in the outer realm, in each era, only a select few could cultivate supreme divine arts and then achieve unparalleled greatness!
And now, in this game world, to discover that a native possessed supreme divine arts was an unimaginable shock!
"Bang!"
The response to Mu Qing was a dull thud.
His body slammed heavily onto the ground, shattering it and scattering blood everywhere.
After falling to the ground, Mu Qing did not take any healing medicine—it would be futile. His injuries were beyond recovery; death was only a matter of time!
Even if his injuries could be treated, would Jiang Wuming let him go?
"You... you not only know the purpose of our descent to this world, but you also know our world's supreme divine arts—who exactly are you?!"
Mu Qing struggled to sit up, his face covered in blood as he looked at Jiang Wuming and blurted out the question.
He suspected that the native in front of him was likely a puppet of some mental power cultivator from the outer realms, or even someone whose soul had been taken and was still alive in this world!
"I am Jiang Wuming, the one you are looking for."
Jiang Wuming walked towards Mu Qing as he spoke, his tone as calm as water.
"Wh-what?!"
Hearing Jiang Wuming's words in astonishment, Mu Qing was so shocked that he almost jumped up from the ground!
"He... he is Jiang Wuming..."
At the same time, Mu Qing's four subordinates also wore expressions as if they had seen a ghost.
Originally, before their descent, they had been contemplating how to find Jiang Wuming and kill him.
As a result, they had searched high and low in vain, only to find him effortlessly when seeking death!
"You... how can you be Jiang Wuming? Impossible! This is impossible! Natives of this world cannot cultivate supreme divine arts! You are from our world, merely disguised, right?
No need to disguise yourself. Quickly return through the great curtain and bring back the news here—the natives of this world possess mysterious and powerful weapons that can kill from a distance!"
Mu Qing was completely devastated. He shouted incoherently, spitting out blood continuously.
"???"
Hearing Mu Qing's words, Dongfang Xiao Yao, Huangfu Weixia, and Xing Tian exchanged glances, their expressions seemingly asking: Is this guy crazy?
Not only them, but even Jiang Wuming stopped in his tracks, a hint of confusion on his face.
The Thunderous Treasure Art he cultivated had been mistaken for a supreme divine art by the white-armored warriors at the Loulan Ancient Battlefield, but their reaction was far less intense than Mu Qing's.
What Jiang Wuming did not know was that Mu Qing's status was far more prominent than that of the white-armored warriors, and he knew more secrets, hence his shock was even more profound, leading him to a state of mental confusion!
"As I suspected, you really are from our world! Before you leave, can you tell me what the mysterious weapon is that killed my subordinate from afar just now?"
Seeing Jiang Wuming stop and not continue attacking him, Mu Qing became even more convinced of his judgment and, at the same time, asked his final question.
"The Requiem for Invaders!"
Jiang Wuming replied expressionlessly, satisfying Mu Qing's last wish, then his figure flashed, and he appeared before Mu Qing.
Mu Qing's eyes widened: "What the hell?!"
"Bang—"
Jiang Wuming stomped his foot, shattering Mu Qing's head and sending this self-righteous idiot on his way!
At the same time, he cast his gaze towards the great curtain ahead, silently asking himself: Since the extraterrestrial enemies say that the Thunderous Treasure Art I cultivate is a supreme divine art of the outer realms, does that mean I can enter the great curtain?!
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