Landing in the Fantastic World

"That's more like it! Soldiers should have the courage of soldiers!" Mu Yu smiled faintly.    

These soldiers were Zhao Feihong's personal guards, and they were the cream of the crop among all the soldiers.    

Their spears were extremely sharp, and they carried a strong wind as they whistled over.    

For a moment, the air was already densely covered by countless spear shadows, locking down every inch of space around Mu Yu.    

Mu Yu stood on the spot, not dodging at all.    

With one hand behind his back, he casually waved his other hand in the air.    

Powerful energy shot out from between his fingers, easily neutralizing all the spear shadows.    

"Let's review it."    

Mu Yu looked around the many soldiers and said faintly, "The aura of the spear shadows is powerful and their attack angle is also just right. Looks like you guys are quite diligent in practicing spear skills."    

"However, the recoil of the spear shadows is not very strong. It is enough to see that your cultivation foundation is not very stable."    

"So, I suggest that you put more effort into your cultivation. Cultivation is the foundation of everything. Without cultivation, no matter how good your spear technique is, you are still a show-off. So, I suggest that you put more effort into your cultivation. Cultivation is the foundation of everything. Without cultivation, no matter how good your spear technique is, you are still a show-off."    

All of the soldiers had strange expressions on their faces as ten thousand horses galloped through their hearts.    

We admit that we are very weak, but you shouldn't humiliate us like this, right?    

We are enemies! Who asked you to guide us!    

Seeing their unconvinced faces, Mu Yu shook his head and sighed. "Even people who work hundreds of times can ask questions without shame. You guys, you can't even hear me taking the initiative to give you pointers. How disappointing."    

"Don't be so arrogant!"    

Mu Yu's humiliation was unbearable for these vigorous soldiers.    

After roaring loudly, these soldiers rushed forward with all their might, bombarding wildly like wild beasts that had lost their rationality.    

Mu Yu's figure was like a ghost, constantly flashing among the soldiers. He easily dodged every attack of the soldiers.    

After a quarter of an hour, all the soldiers supported their knees with their hands, their chests heaving up and down, as if they were out of breath.    

Mu Yu, on the other hand, stood at the side calmly. His white clothes were spotless, as if he had never fought before.    

"It's really too disappointing."    

Mu Yu crossed his arms over his chest and walked in front of the soldiers. He said, "As a soldier, you only know how to attack unreasonably. You don't have any skills, and you don't know how to change. If I were Marshal Zhao, I would definitely fire all of you."    

All the soldiers' faces turned red. Their hearts were full of humiliation, but they could not refute him.    

Their standards could not even withstand a single blow from Mu Yu. It was already enough to give them face by using the word 'too bad' to describe Mu Yu.    

"Forget it. I won't play with you guys anymore."    

Mu Yu was too lazy to continue playing with them. He clapped his hand across the air.    

Suddenly, a strong wind started blowing, and the strong wind that came out of his palm sent all the soldiers flying.    

Like giant sandbags, they flew out more than 30 meters and smashed heavily onto the ground, causing cracks to appear on the ground.    

Every soldier had their heads bleeding and their sternum broken. Blood continuously spewed out from their mouths; it was truly incomparably miserable.    

"You! How dare you!"    

The middle-aged general was so angry that he flew into a rage. He pulled out the knife that was tied around his waist. The blade flashed with a cold light as it went straight for Mu Yu's life.    

"You are no different from them." Mu Yu said faintly.    

Mu Yu didn't even bother to dodge when he saw the mighty blade coming at him.    

When the blade was about to hit him, Mu Yu's hand finally moved. He stretched out two fingers and grabbed the edge of the blade.