Before he could react, King Mo's sword was already on his neck.
"I've said it before, what I represent now is my ancestor of the Mo family. Everyone here must obey my orders, otherwise you will all die!"
The group of people who had been so aggressive just now suddenly became stunned. They did not expect that Zhao Rui could master such authentic Mohist swordsmanship.
"This is impossible!" Hua Qianlong next to him suddenly shouted: "You are not a disciple of the Mohist family at all, and you have never been to the main altar of the Mohist family. How can you know our swordsmanship?"
Zhao Rui snorted coldly: "The cave contains the inheritance of the ancestors of the Mohist family, and your Mohist family also has ancestral precepts. Anyone who can come out of a cave alive can become a Mohist giant. Do you want to violate the ancestral precepts?"
Hua Qianlong's face was ashen. He was the most powerful here. Once Hua Qianqiu was killed, he would be the best candidate for the Mohist giant. But now Zhao Rui unexpectedly appeared and passed the test.
Many people who were affiliated with the Black and White Army at the scene knelt down when they saw the seal.
In fact, the Black and White Army of the Mohist Family has always been a relatively independent existence. Although they usually seek refuge with various leaders, they will still become one at critical moments.
Moreover, every member of the Black and White Army remembers an ancestral motto. As long as they hold the Black and White Army seal and the Mo King Sword at the same time, they must obey this person's orders.
No matter how dissatisfied the remaining leaders present were, there was nothing they could do at this point.
Just when they were about to kneel down and surrender, Hua Qianlong picked up a huge pig iron rod from the ground and rushed forward.
Everyone is dumbfounded. We have reached this point. Why don’t we give up?
The murderous intent in Zhao Rui's eyes had reached its extreme. He did not expect that Hua Qianlong would be so stubborn.
After adjusting his breathing a little, he slowly squatted down, then slashed out with his long sword, directly cutting the pig iron rod in half, and also chopped off Hua Qianlong's head.
The rest of the people were dumbfounded. At this time, they didn't care so much and knelt on the ground and kowtowed repeatedly.
The middle-aged man who had attacked Zhao Rui just now was kneeling on the ground, trembling like a quail.
Zhao Rui looked at this guy coldly, raised the King Mo Sword and walked up.
"The sword on Hua Qianqiu's chest should have been stabbed by you, right?"
The middle-aged man was startled and suddenly raised his head.
Before he could react, King Mo's sword had already fallen, easily cutting his body in half.
Before anyone could react, Zhao Rui raised the King Mo Sword and pointed it at everyone present.
"To rush into the giant hall and kill the giant for no reason is the crime of treason committed by the following! Everyone here must die today, but I can take a step back. Those who did not take action against Hua Qianqiu just now can take a step back!"
After the words fell, the members of the Black and White Army all stepped back.
They do things in a measured way. Although they will team up among the major factions, they will not really participate when there is really internal strife!
After all, their duty is to protect the main altar of the Mo family, and they have to obey the boss's orders at critical times.
In the end, the only ones left in the hall were the leaders of various factions, and they had long been frightened out of their wits.
With Zhao Rui's current strength, all of them combined are no match for him.