Chapter 516 Joining Forces

“It’s her! She was the one who killed Rogue Cultivator Breeze’s Snake Beauty in the Heaven that day.” Wang Menghu pointed at the portrait and said excitedly.

Li Mu saw that the other two portraits showed Dessert Camel and Machete, both of whom had been killed by him. The last one depicted an old man from the Middle East who he could not recognize.

In that case, the Snake Beauty and the old man from the Middle East were equally famous as Dessert Camel and Machete, and the four of them formed the Four Super Experts among the terrorists in the Middle East.

Li Mu looked around and found that no one in the headquarters seemed to be the leader. Then, he immediately raised his hand, and a soldier in military uniform two meters away was directly summoned over through the air. Li Mu pressed his palm against the soldier’s forehead as he read his mind.

“Ah… ”

The terrorist screeched and struggled in fear.

However, it did not help.

Instead, the rest of the people in the headquarters were alerted and turned to look at the person who suddenly appeared like a ghost in shock. They were a little confused at this moment and could not understand why something like this had happened.

But soon, someone caught on the situation. Next, gunshots were heard.

“Bang! Bang! Bang!”

Sparkles shot out.

Wang Menghu lost his nerve and ducked without thinking.

However, when the bullets got within less than one meter away from Li Mu, they suddenly froze in midair, and then all darted back. In an instant, dozens of terrorists in the headquarters were all shot in the head and slumped to the floor.

Wang Menghu could not believe his eyes.

He had already pictured Li Mu as a very powerful man. But when Li Mu really made a strike, he was still awestruck.

In a few moments, Li Mu had found the information he wanted.

“Let’s go.”

He headed straight toward the gate.

At this time, the terrorists outside seemed to have not heard the gunshots inside the headquarter, and they did not panic at all.

At fast speed, Li Mu took Wang Menghu to the west of the city.

“Get the cameras ready.”

In an auditorium set up with a background for execution, twenty armed terrorists stood solemnly on both sides of the background. Salu, also known as Dessert Snake, the leader of the terrorists in the town, was holding a final discussion with more than a dozen trusted cronies.

“We have to use the cruelest method to execute the hostages in order to avenge our two deceased Gods of War.”

Salu said resolutely, “Now the world has changed. The satellite, the airstrike, the unmanned aircraft, and the like are all out of service now. Neither the western world nor China or Russia can directly attack us anymore. Our era is coming. Haha, this is an opportunity given to us by the True God. Now we must show a more tough attitude than before so that the whole world can know how powerful we are.”

When the intelligence tank and their assistants saw that their leader was so determined, they did not feel like talking him out of this anymore.

“Bring the hostages here and get ready to conduct the execution.”

Salu was a pudgy man. He had curly hair and the distinct features of a Middle-Eastern man. He looked rather brutal, like a viper lurking in the sand, ready to sink its fangs into anyone it disliked. This was also the reason why he was known as a “Dessert Snake”. He was indeed extremely cruel and prone to kill.

A while later, four men whose heads were covered by black sacks were pushed onto the stage.

Then the sacks were taken off, revealing the faces of the four Asia people.

“Dad, Mom, I’m scared. I…” A 13 or 14-year-old girl huddle up in the arms of a middle-aged man next to her, intensively frightened. The middle-aged woman on the other side was cradling a less than one-year-old baby girl who was crying loudly. They were a family of four, a couple with a pair of daughters.

They were Chinese.

“No, no, no, don’t kill us! What do you want from us? Money? I’ll give you money. I have money…” The middle-aged man was dressed quite decently. Yet, his clothes were already stained with dirt. He implored desperately, hoping to save his wife and daughters.

However, a terrorist wearing a black mask stumped over and slapped him several times. The man’s mouth and nose started bleeding. With the cries of his wife and daughters, the family of four was shoved down into a narrow iron cage.

“Don’t beat my father…” The little girl pleaded in a broken voice. She wanted to protect her father and began to wipe the blood off his face.

“Splash!”

Gasoline was poured on the four of them.

“Please, I beg you, kill me, kill me! I will cooperate, cooperate with everything… Please let go of my children, they are too young to know anything…” At the last moment, his wife begged bitterly.

However, what answered them was a sneer and mockery.

The camera was directed at the four trembling people.

Beside the cage, a terrorist already began to read the lines that had long been prepared in front of the camera. The general idea of his speech was that a Chinese had killed Middle East’s Gods of War—Dessert Camel and Machete, which was an unforgivable provocation to the True God. The organization would execute the four Chinese people with the cruelest punishment—execution by fire. Also, from today on, the organization would issue an order for arrest and execution, so that China would pay the price.

“Light the fire.”

Salu leered heartlessly. As he gave the order, a lit match was thrown toward the Chinese family, who had been sodden with gasoline.

The family shivered and hugged one another tightly. Their eyes were full of despair.

Just at this moment, with a loud bang, the door of the auditorium directly flung open. A figure moving almost too fast to be seen by the naked eye suddenly rushed behind the bars and extinguished the match in his hand.

“What?”

“What’s going on?”

The terrorists were all astounded.

“Drop dead!”

With a stir of Li Mu’s mind, a flying broadsword which was as fast as lightning drew many arches in the air.

“Swish! Swoosh! Swish!”

In an instant, the broadsword light flashed. Except for Salu, all of the terrorists were beheaded right on their spots. As skulls fell to the ground, the flying broadsword hovered over Salu’s forehead, which made him dare not move at all.

At the same time, the gasoline that had been poured all over the four Chinese people miraculously pulled away from them and balled up. It turned into a liquid sphere and floated in mid-air.

All of these transcended the physical laws.

Wang Menghu then pelted in from the outside. Seeing this, he quickly began to comfort the family of four. “Don’t be afraid. We are also Chinese. We are here to save you.”

The family of four was still in shock. It was only when they heard the familiar Chinese that they gradually regained their senses.

“Are you immortals?” The little girl timidly looked up at Li Mu and Wang Menghu.

Li Mu reached out to rub her hair and answered, “No. Just like you, we are just Chinese folks. But you don’t have to be afraid. No matter where the Chinese go, they don’t have to be held in fear.” Then he looked at the frightened couple and asked, “Are there other Chinese people in the camp?”

“Several uncles and aunts are locked in the abandoned red building,” the little girl volunteered to answer. She found Li Mu naturally agreeable.

“We are volunteers who’ve come here to repair cultural relics. It’s a project launched by the United Nations. There are still six Chinese people locked up in the hostage building…” The middle-aged man holding his wife and daughters tightly soon calmed down and explained in a clear and logical way.

Li Mu nodded and said, “Don’t worry. From now on, you are all safe.”

Then, he turned to Salu the Dessert Snake.

The latter gawked at Li Mu in horror. He had thought of something.

The flashing broadsword light he just witnessed was exactly the same as what was in the video of the Battle in Mount Qilian released by the Chinese government. Salu began to realize that the man in front of him might be the legendary Chinese God of Massacre.

“Where is Molan?” Li Mu asked.

The woman who killed the Chinese martial arts cultivators was named Molan.

Li Mu posed the question in the local language. He had mastered some Arabic by reading the memories of Dessert Camel and the other terrorists.

“You… You demon, you want to go and kill the Molan, our God of War?” Salu forcibly suppressed his fear and demanded, “True God won’t let you get away with this. You…”

Li Mu did not want to waste his breath anymore. He directly raised a hand and cast the spiritual force skill to read Salu’s memory.

Shortly, he found the information he was looking for.

“Now that you like to burn others to death so much, you should also have a chance to feel what’s that like.”

As Li Mu said, with a stir of his mind, the gas ball suspending in the air zoomed directly toward Salu and hit him squarely. Some even sprayed into his mouth and nostrils, drenching him from head to foot.

“You… No! What are you doing?”

Salu seemed to know what would happen next. He was terrified to the extreme.

To avoid leaving the two little girls any psychological trauma, Li Mu threw up his hand and a force directly knocked Salu out of the auditorium, landing on the square where the terrorists all gathered.

At first, the terrorists on the square who were still celebrating did not pick up what had happened. When several of them recognized that their leader had fallen to the ground, they hurriedly came over to help him, and then smelled a strong smell of gasoline.

The next moment, their leader suddenly burst into flames.

Every part of Salu was on fire. He began to scream like a pig being slaughtered and struggled with all his might.

The terrorists freaked out.

At this moment, Li Mu strode out of the auditorium.

He floated in the air several hundred meters above the ground, overlooking the city below. He opened his mouth to speak. And his voice echoed like the voices of a deity throughout the city. “In the name of kindness, justice, and righteousness, I hereby sentence the tumor of the modern civilization, the scumbags of mankind… to death!”

Wang Jiebing, a Doctor of archaeology from China, his wife and children, as well as those good-hearted people trapped in the red Hostage House would never forget what they would see next.

Flying broadswords emerged behind Li Mu one after another.

Stacks of broadsword which were densely packed. They floated, vibrated, and spread out at Li Mu’s rear like a peacock fanning its tail. Under the sunshine of the desert in the Middle East, the broadswords emitted the beauty of cool metal, as if a god had come to this world to wash off sins in the secular world.

“Go to hell!”

As the godlike man hovering in the sky spoke, the numerous flying broadswords pelted out and shuttled back and forth in the city.

In the flashes of the broadsword light, one by one, the terrorists were beheaded and fell down like the straw cut by a sickle.

There were at least 10,000 people in the city, but the time it took for death to embrace them was no more than 30 seconds.

No one could escape the stab of the broadsword, whether they were hiding in the fortress, the basement, behind the wall, or in the carriages and tanks.

This was the sentence from fate.

“You stay here and take care of our fellows while I avenge the dead.”

As those words were heard, Li Mu rose up like a stream of light and flew northwestward.

Meanwhile, the flying broadswords circulated the city, carving tactical deployment inscriptions around the whole place. The inscriptions aroused the faint Spiritual Qi to swirl, shielding the entire city. At the same time, a jet of natural qi dashed past and shot into Wang Menghu’s body.

“Those who enter without permission shall be killed without exception.”

Li Mu’s voice rang in Wang Menghu’s ears.

He felt as though his body was all of a sudden filled with boundless power. He felt he could tear the heavens apart and crush the earth with his feet. Holding his long broadsword in hand, he stood in front of the abandoned red building and gathered all the hostages, including Wang Jiebing, the archaeologist, and his family, to make sure that they were all protected.

In the whole city, all terrorists had been killed, leaving the hostages as the only ones who were still alive.

It was easy to get a hold of food and water.

“Don’t go out. Everyone, just stay and wait for Sage Li to come back.”

While making all the arrangements, Wang Menghu made Wang Jiebing his interpreter. Wang Menghu still found it a pity that he could not follow Li Mu and see the death penalty fall on those devils who had tortured and murdered his compatriots.

“Mr. Wang, can I film everything that is happening here?” An American white reporter found a camera from nowhere and asked tentatively, “I want to show the wonder and greatness of Li to the whole world as well as accuse the cruelty of these terrorists.”

Wang Menghu considered it for a moment and agreed.

“This is a good thing, isn’t it?”

“Anyway, Li Mu did not oppose it before.”

Other hostages had also calmed down by the time. They found their mobile phones or other communication equipment and began to try contacting their relatives and friends and publicizing what had happened here.

It could not be denied that those who dared to come to this area were quite bold. Although they had been captured here and gone through hell-like torment, after regaining freedom, their mental state quickly recovered. One by one, they began to explore the city all over again.

Wang Menghu did not stop them.

As long as these people did not do something suicidal like running out of the city, they were fine.

With the tactical deployment guarding the city, even if there were thousands of troops outside, the city would not be invaded.

Wang Menghu climbed to the highest tower in the city and looked around. He started combining the “Training of Qi Formula” with the jet of grand natural qi in his body. He knew very well that this was where his opportunity to pursue martial arts lay. Whether he could make it to the top was all up to this.

In the east of Iraq.

A white off-road vehicle skidded to a halt by the road.

Sitting in the front passenger seat was a blond-haired man in a white T-shirt, beneath which was a red-and-white plaid shirt. He appeared to be in his twenties. With a straw in his mouth, he wore a confident smile on his face all the time. He got out of the car and dragged a black backpack from the back seat. Then, he said, “Well, dear Paul, wait for me here. If I don’t come back in three days, you should leave this da*n place at once.”

The man called Paul was also a young man. He was bald and had a cigarette between his lips. He taunted, “Why? The famous ‘Fire Bear’ Jack is also worried that he can’t kill that Chinese? Haha, rest assured. This time, you are not alone on the operation.”

A giant bluebird scraped the ground from about four or five meters above, crossed a desert, and headed in the direction of Baghdad, the former capital.

On the bird’s back stood a middle-aged man in a kimono with three katanas fastened to his waist.

Next to him knelt a girl in a kimono who was less than 18 years old. She was polishing the katana in her hand.

“Sir, we’re almost there.”

“Well, Xin’zi, go back when you send me there.” The man handed a book on sword art to the girl and said, “The inheritance of our ‘Sword Will of the Divinity’ can’t be cut off.”

“That Chinese man is so powerful that even you, Mr. Liu who is called the Sword Sage of Yamato, can’t be sure of the battle?” the girl said, unconvinced.

“If that God of Massacre is really the same as what the video recorded released by the Chinese government, then, even if I join force with many of my allies, the duel might be in a drew,” the middle-aged man admitted. “But this is our only chance. We can only give it our all.”

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