Chapter 29 Aesthetics of Violence
The rotten blood flowed quietly at Jiang Mo's feet. His hair was whiter than snow, and he held a battle axe in his hand. Wherever his eyes passed, the villains retreated.

With just this one strike, Han Ming, one of the Six Evils of Quan Xing, died on the spot!

You know, among this group of ambushers, in terms of his strength, no one can match him except the old man with sheep beard who mainly refines weapons.

But without even a wailing sound, it was blasted into a deep pit, never to be heard again.

The spider-web-like cracks were dense and exaggerated, stretching for dozens of meters. The burly man was so frightened that he almost wanted to leave.

"call out--!"

While they were hesitating, Jiang Mo grabbed the battle axe again, and like a stream of light, he rushed into the crowd of villains.

"Do not!!!"

No matter how the man prayed, all he was greeted with was an axe full of the aesthetics of violence.

"boom!!"

The axe blade attacked with a horizontal force, tearing the rough man's chest directly.

Even the faint golden light that flashed by, and the martial arts master's "Golden Bell Cover" that he was so proud of, could not compete with it.

A pool of tragic blood burst out, and the violent axe blade directly shattered the rough man's body into thousands of pieces.

Blood rained down from the sky as Jiang Mo walked over, dragging his battle axe, like a tiger among a flock of sheep.

Seeing this, some people retreated repeatedly and began to flee, using various means to bombard the white barrier, but to no avail.

"who are you?"

The old man with a sheep beard was so fearful that he did not dare to stay where he was. He summoned some puppets made of fine iron and brass to block the way.

But he retreated violently, contracting his abdomen, and the boiling poison mixed with the silver needles was suddenly sprayed out by him like a rainstorm.

Jiang Mo looked like a ghost, light but swift. Every step he took was dozens of meters away, allowing him to avoid hidden weapons.

Those metal puppets that had been tempered day and night moved clumsily and were chopped into scraps one after another by an axe, making a harsh metallic humming sound.

"boom!!!"

The gap in strength between the two sides was like an insurmountable chasm, and the situation was one-sided. Jiang Mo dragged his battle axe and smashed one fragile body after another.

No matter how loudly Quan Xing screamed in fear and wailed, it could not stop him from moving forward.

There was more and more blood on the ground, and more than a dozen people were killed, causing their morale to collapse.

Soon, the old man with sheep beard was exhausted in the melee and was forced into a desperate situation.

Facing the oncoming giant axe, his hair stood on end. He immediately bit his tongue, burned his lifespan, used forbidden secret techniques, and waved his snake-bone staff. A strange dark mist filled the air, like a giant beast with its bloody mouth opened wide, colliding with it!
"boom!"

The earth shook and the mountains trembled. With one blow, the soil collapsed inward, debris flew everywhere, and hideous cracks almost tore the already cracked ground apart.

When the smoke and black fog dissipated, the old man with sheep's beard was hiding not far away. He was still in shock and gasping for breath.

Half of his body was emaciated and covered in blood, and his left arm was broken. But at the last moment, he somehow managed to avoid the fatal blow.

Jiang Mo looked around and found that there were still six Quan Xing alive. Among them, the warrior with the ghost mask and the old man with sheep beard were the strongest. The rest were okay, but they were still one or two levels behind.

Considering leaving some alive, he finally decided to kill five people.

Immediately afterwards, the barrier roared violently, and under Jiang Mo's control, it was shrinking at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"!"

The six Quanxings were helpless and could only watch death approaching and the distance between them and the young man holding the giant axe getting closer and closer.

In desperation, some people turned around and faced the blazing barrier, enduring the high temperature that was enough to burn their flesh and blood, trying to cross the white prison, but they were burned to pieces, and their bodies turned into silver-white spots of light, gradually becoming transparent and dissipating.

The ghost-faced warrior gave it his all. He stared at Lu Jin with a fierce look, hoping to seize a chance of survival.

"Are you distracted in front of me?"

Jiang Mo saw through his intention and took the initiative to attack. His figure twisted and disappeared.

The surrounding time and space seemed to have stopped at this moment and slowed down to a turtle's pace.

In the vision of the ghost-faced warrior, a terrifying scene appeared. The young man with white hair and black clothes instantly rushed in front of him. He had an indifferent expression and raised his left hand, attacking his chest, like an immortal punishing him.

There was no way to avoid it, and the ghost-faced warrior gritted his teeth unwillingly. Even though he knew the consequences, he still put all his strength into punching back.

"boom!!"

He couldn't touch the perfect body that was infused with Qi at all. Instead, he was hit directly on the chest by a huge hand as white as jade with inch force.

"Pfft!!"

Blood gushed out like a fountain, enormous force was released wantonly, bones, tendons, flesh and blood were all brutally shattered.

At the moment before his death, the ghost-faced warrior's eyes were filled with overwhelming hatred, as if he was unwilling to give up something.

"Oh!"

Jiang Mo raised his hand like lightning, and with one blow of the axe, his soul returned to heaven and earth;
At this point, there were still four people alive. They looked at the figure standing in the center of the barrier and were completely desperate.

"Shh!"

Jiang Mo gathered his Qi once again and formed three thick silver chains that flew into the air and swept past, severely injuring several people in front of him.

Then, he motioned for Lu Jin to step forward and solve the problem, and turned to walk towards the old man with a sheep-like beard in the corner.

One step, two steps, and he easily came in front of the Quan Xing monster.

“Hoohoo..Hoohoohoo!!”

The old man's face was pale, his bony chest heaving violently, and he didn't dare to look Jiang Mo in the eye.

Even though he was nearly seventy years old, had been in the martial arts world for half his life, had seen all kinds of masters of both good and evil, and had been in danger many times, he had never been as embarrassed as he was today.

Just by looking at the aura that was so sharp that it was almost as powerful as the red flame, the old man with the sheep beard did not even have the slightest thought of resisting. His intuition told him that the other party could kill him in a moment.

In the old man's frightened eyes, Jiang Mo's slender hands slowly tightened around his skinny throat, where the veins were clearly visible, with a murderous look on his face.

"If you weren't useful, I would really like to rip your head and spine out together."

The calm and uneventful words made the old man with sheep beard stiffen his lips and tremble all over.

At this moment, a shrill wail was heard in the distance.

"what!!!"

"boom--!"

Lu Jin was covered in blood and had a cold look in his eyes. He killed all three seriously injured Quan Xings.

Jiang Mo did not look back, but ordered: "Send the bodies of Wu Gensheng and Li Muxuan here."

"Uh-huh."

The old man with a sheep-beard was almost suffocated, his eyes were bloodshot, and he began to struggle in pain. The seemingly weak, white palm almost twisted his throat.

When Jiang Mo let go of his hand, he fell to his knees, coughing so hard that his whole body was trembling.

"Is it as long as they die?"

Old man with a sheep beard almost didn't recover. He had lost severe blood and could hardly speak complete sentences.

"You have no choice."

Jiang Mo picked up the giant axe and placed it against the old man's head. His eyes were gloomy and he showed no sign of backing down.

"Die, or both die."

The white barrier dissipated.

The old man with a sheep-like beard raised his head with difficulty, covering his broken arm, and looked into those cold eyes.

Unable to suppress his fear, he responded hoarsely, "Good to know."

(End of this chapter)