The Almighty Asura

gh to kill him.
Thus, his best chance was to run and escape.

Mu Feng and Mu Kuang, of course, would not let him get away.
Mu Feng raised his hand and channeled his energy into the dagger which then transformed into a beam of white light that targeted the middle-aged man.

Chakk!

The dagger was stabbed deeply into the bone of the middle-aged man’s leg in an instant.

The middle-aged man fell onto the ground with a loud bang and howled in pain.
Both of them rushed over and Mu Feng chopped off his other arm with a strike of his sword while blood gushed out.

“Ah…!”

Losing both of his arms, the middle-aged man rolled on the floor and screamed agonizingly.

Both of them looked at the middle-aged man who rolled on the ground like a stick without a hint of pity.

This guy was a person who didn’t hesitate at all about sacrificing his comrade in order to live.
The only way to deal with this kind of person is to be even more ruthless than him.

“Xiao Kuang, you will be the one to kill him.”

Mu Feng said while looking at the middle-aged man who was still howling in pain.

“What? I… Brother Feng, I…”

Upon hearing this, Mu Kuang hesitated.
He had never killed a person before.

“Why? You’re afraid?”

Mu Feng raised his eyebrows.

“No, I’m not!”

Mu Kuang took a deep breath and showed a trace of determination.
He looked at the middle-aged man who was rolling on the ground and walked over to him with a knife in his hand.

“You little brat, if you kill me, I won’t let you off the hook even when I become a ghost!”

The middle-aged man looked at Mu Kuang with red eyes and shouted furiously.
His fierce look scared Mu Kuang, causing him to tremble and his raised hand to stop abruptly in mid-air.

“He’s nothing but a treacherous and unjust murderer and he’s no better than a peasant.
There is nothing to be afraid of, kill him!”

Mu Feng shouted loudly.

Upon hearing these words, Mu Kuang made up his mind and there was a murderous intent in his eyes.
He shouted: “Kill!”

Swoosh!

The knife struck down heavily.

“No…!”

Kachak!

There was a gush of blood and a head rolled on the ground.
The middle-aged man still had a shocked and reluctant expression on his face.

After killing him, Mu Kuang breathed heavily as though he had just fought in a battle.
Mu Kuang stared blankly at the bloody corpse.

Mu Feng let out a sigh.
He felt the same too when he first killed a man.
He walked over, gave a pat on Mu Kuang’s shoulder, and hugged him.

“Xiao Kuang, by being born in this world and by practicing Wudo, you will definitely witness more scenes like this.
Killing is not for one’s pleasure, but for one’s survival.
Especially for this type of vicious man, if you don’t kill him, he will do everything he can to kill you instead.
Please don’t blame me for asking you to do so.”

Mu Feng patted Mu Kuang on the back and said.

“I know.
It’s just that when he looked me in the eye, I just wasn’t hardhearted enough to do it.
He’s still a human being after all.”

Mu Kuang said softly.
Although he was reckless and daring, he definitely had a good and kind heart.

“I know, but he’s no better than a peasant, don’t feel guilty.
You’re just helping his comrade seek revenge.
We kill people.
We do not kill the good and innocent, but only the evil and those who want to kill us.
That’s not wrong.”

Mu Feng then looked at the corpse and said: “There’s a lot of Blood Qi in his body.
Use it for your cultivation, I will help stand guard.”

Mu Kuang looked at the headless corpse and smiled bitterly: “Brother Feng, you do it.
Leave me alone and give me some time to settle down.”

Mu Feng was aware that Mu Kuang was having mixed feelings and he didn’t further persuade him.
Instead, he sat down cross-legged started to cultivate by absorbing the Blood Qi in the corpse.

There were five blood seeds inside the body of the middle-aged man.
After his cultivation, Mu Feng was able to restore his tenth Xue Ling pulse.
His eleventh Xue Ling pulse was also half restored and he felt even more powerful than before.

Currently, he has ten Xue Ling pulses in his body.
This meant that he had one more additional pulse compared to a normal cultivator who had reached the Ninth Sky.
The magnitude of his strength was not known, but it was bound to be much stronger than that of a cultivator who had reached Tong Mai Ninth Sky.