Landing in the Fantastic World

In that instant, not only Mu Yu, but also the surrounding people could feel Hai Man's mountain-like Qi.    

    

"Puff!"    

    

Many of the people in the surroundings had internal injuries caused by this terrifying imposing manner, causing them to vomit blood.    

    

All of them looked at Hai Man with fear on their faces.    

    

Hai Man's mountain-like strength was too terrifying. No wonder he was able to become the Third Master of Red Scarf.    

    

If he was placed in the major tribes of Thousand Falling Valley, he would definitely be invincible.    

    

Mu Yu was still standing there quietly. He didn't change his expression because of Hai Man's terrifying aura.    

    

Seeing Mu Yu's calm expression, the fury in Hai Man's heart couldn't help but burn even more intensely.    

    

"Argh!"    

    

After a roar, Hai Man threw a punch at Mu Yu with a loud rumbling sound.    

    

This punch was like a meteorite falling from the sky, unstoppable.    

    

Mu Yu's eyes slightly glanced over, then he took another step forward. The Breaking Wind Sword was like light and shadow, like a dream or an illusion.    

    

No one could clearly see the path of the Breaking Wind Sword. They could only vaguely feel that it had moved in an instant, and then it was withdrawn.    

    

Immediately after, everyone looked at Hai Man. Their pupils suddenly shrank into needles.    

    

Hai Man was still standing, but he had turned into a headless corpse. His head had long fallen to the ground.    

    

What was going on?    

    

How did he do it?    

    

It was too terrifying.    

    

At this moment, the only thought in the minds of the other bandits of Red Scarf was to run. The further they ran, the better. They would never see this devil again.    

    

However, before they could take a step forward...    

    

Mu Yu strode forward step by step.    

    

With every step he took, the Breaking Wind Sword in Mu Yu's hand would shake slightly, and then a human head would fly up into the sky.    

    

When Mu Yu took more than a hundred steps, there were already headless corpses everywhere, and a blood river appeared on the ground.    

    

One step, one footprint, one step, killing a person.    

    

Killing actually gave rise to an artistic feeling.    

    

This was the thought that Mu Yu had given everyone in the Ann's Tribe.    

    

Mu Yu's method of killing had given them a huge shock in their hearts.    

    

The remaining bandits of Red Scarf hugged each other and cried bitterly.    

    

Mu Yu's method of killing was like cutting grass. It had scared them out of their wits. They didn't even have the slightest thought of resisting.    

    

"CRUNCH!"    

    

At this moment, a giant eagle that blotted out the sun appeared in the sky.    

    

After seeing the gigantic eagle, the remaining bandits from the Red Scarf revealed joyful expressions, as if they were the ones who had survived the great calamity.    

    

"It's the second leader!" Several bandits cried out in surprise.    

    

Upon hearing this, the people from the Ann's Tribe who thought that the catastrophe had passed once again revealed fear on their faces.    

    

The Second Master's name was too infamous. He was an Oblivion Stage warrior, and was far from what the Third, Fourth, and Fifth Masters could compare with.    

    

With just the strength of a single person, he had slaughtered all the people from over a hundred tribes.    

    

He was known as the number one bloody butcher in Thousand Falling Valley.    

    

If he attacked, he would definitely slaughter every single one of them, leaving no survivors.    

    

Although Mu Yu had just displayed an incomparably shocking strength, he was still so young after all. How could he be compared to this Oblivion Stage expert who had been running amok for so many years?    

    

The giant eagle stopped in the sky above everyone.    

    

A black figure floated down from the sky.