Hearing the sound of fighting moving downwards, Pu Zimo ordered the other three worshipers: "You stay here to protect the head of the family and the young master. I'll go down and take a look."
Liang Han and Lu Cheng nodded in agreement, but Shen Kuang said: "Mr. Pu, I'll go with you."
He is the one with the best Qinggong among the four great deities of the Su family. He may not necessarily be good at frontal combat, but he is very good at dodging and escaping, so he wanted to follow Pu Zimo to find out.
But Pu Zimo shook his head: "No, you should stay, I can go alone!"
He was afraid that Shen Kuang would be in danger. After all, even he felt guilty in a battle of this level, and Shen Kuang only had a secret cultivation level. It would be useless if he went there. He could neither intervene nor help, so he might as well Stay where you are and keep everyone safe.
If the two men were evenly matched and kept fighting like this, they might be able to demolish the building. At that time, these important figures in the Su family would be in danger and had to be on guard.
Of course, no matter how hard the blow is, it is impossible for the entire building to completely collapse, but partial collapse is very possible.
Shen Kuang, who was rejected, also expected this and did not insist. He just said "be careful" to Pu Zimo.
Pu Zimo nodded, no longer wasting time, and jumped down. He had reached the thirty-fifth floor.
His steps were nimble and he landed silently. He walked forward along the traces of the fight. On the way, large holes appeared on several walls, which were obviously damaged by great force.
Soon, Pu Zimo saw the place where the floor of the floor was penetrated, and the sound of fierce fighting was coming from below, roaring like thunder.
Just when Pu Zimo was about to take a closer look, all the sounds suddenly disappeared and it suddenly became very quiet.
The huge auditory contrast was so abrupt that Pu Zimo was stunned on the spot and almost mistakenly thought he was deaf.
After he was sure that there was nothing wrong with his ears, Pu Zimo began to walk forward. His steps were still very light, but his movements slowed down.
But he had just taken two or three steps when he felt something strange under his feet. When he looked down, a crack suddenly appeared on the floor and spread silently to both ends.
Immediately afterwards, there was a roar, and the soles of his feet were empty. In the blink of an eye, the floor where Pu Zimo was standing collapsed completely, and Pu Zimo, who lost his support, fell downwards.
Fortunately, he reacted in time and remained calm. He took a breath of Qi in mid-air, jumped up, and then landed lightly. He neither looked embarrassed nor was drowned by the rubble.
There was smoke and dust all around, making his vision unclear. Pu Zimo fanned his hands a few times and used his true energy to push away the incoming dust, not wanting to be disgraced.
The damage on the thirty-fourth floor was even more serious. There was no longer a hole in the wall, but the entire wall had collapsed. The wooden furniture was even torn apart and completely out of shape.
Before the dust settled, Pu Zimo turned around and saw a figure standing not far away, standing motionless, as tall and tall as a solitary peak.
This man was facing away from Pu Zimo, so his face was naturally invisible, but judging from his clothing and body shape, he was Mr. Wu.
"What's going on?" Pu Zimo was shocked and didn't dare to get close. Instead, he took a few steps back silently, keeping vigilance at all times.
But Mr. Wu just stood quietly like this, neither speaking nor looking back, as if he didn't notice anyone behind him.
Pu Zimo didn't dare to move rashly. He turned around and looked around, muttering in his mind: "Where is Ye Xingyu? Why is he missing?"
Ye Xingyu was indeed missing, and only Mr. Wu could be seen at the scene.
And Mr. Wu was very strange. He stood motionless in a daze with his head lowered. He didn't know whether he was deep in thought or looking at the ground under his feet.
After waiting for a while, the flying dust completely dissipated, and time froze as if it had stopped.
Nervous and anxious, Pu Zimo didn't know what to do, so he tried calling "Mr. Wu" softly, but the other party showed no response, as if he didn't hear him, and ignored him.
After waiting for another ten seconds, Pu Zimo finally couldn't bear it anymore. He stepped on the broken bricks and deliberately made a little noise, and walked forward slowly step by step, hoping to test Mr. Wu's reaction.
Unexpectedly, Mr. Wu didn't react at all. Until Pu Zimo approached behind him, he remained as he was, standing calmly.
"Ta-ta-ta-"
Pu Zimo heard such a slight sound, like water drops falling.
He glanced around and was suddenly startled.
A few bits of bright red liquid appeared at Mr. Wu's feet, and it was not difficult to tell that it was human blood.
The confused Pu Zimo walked a few steps quickly, walked around in front of Mr. Wu, and then looked at him intently.
But when he saw everything clearly, his breathing couldn't help but stop, and he was stunned on the spot.
No wonder Mr. Wu remained motionless and silent.
It turns out...he is already dead!
His eyes were not closed, but he had lost his vitality, his breathing and heartbeat had stopped, and he was completely transformed into a corpse.
In the heart position of his left chest, blood was continuously gushing out, dyeing his chest red, and slowly dripping downwards.
Through the torn clothes, you can see a bloody hole the size of a finger. This is the only wound and a fatal blow.
Obviously, Ye Xingyu won the battle. I don't know what method he used to successfully stab Mr. Wu in the heart, killing his opponent on the spot.
Mr. Wu, who was still arrogant just now, a master-level figure who had reached the level of strength, died like this.
Although Pu Zimo had already underestimated Ye Xingyu, he still did not expect that he could kill the grandmaster.
You must know that Huajin warriors are protected by Gang Qi, which can be said to be invulnerable and have amazing defense. Without extremely powerful Zhen Qi power, they cannot hurt the opponent.
Judging from Ye Xingyu's age, even if he has broken through to Danjin, he should still be in the early stage of Danjin, and his body's true energy cannot be too sufficient.
Because when it comes to Dan Jin, the improvement is very slow, and no matter how good your talent is, it won't help much. You must gather, nourish, refine, and transform Qi for a long time in order to have high-quality, highly concentrated and powerful Qi.
This is a long process that accumulates over time, and there is no shortcut. It often takes more than ten years or even decades to reach the peak of Danjin.
But even if Ye Xingyu started practicing martial arts from his mother's womb, and being promoted to Dan Jin in his twenties is already shocking, how could he reach the peak of Dan Jin? There is simply not enough time!
Pu Zimo couldn't figure out the logic here.
So he guessed that Ye Xingyu must have used some kind of extremely sharp magic weapon that even the body-protecting aura of Master Huajin could not withstand. Then he used unexpected plotting methods to find the right opportunity and kill him with one blow.
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In addition, Ye Xingyu came from that place, and the family elders may have given him incredible life-saving means. If used properly, it is not impossible to kill a powerful person.
Thinking of this, Pu Zimo finally found a reasonable explanation.
But the question is, where is Ye Xingyuren? Where has he gone?
Wouldn't it be possible for both sides to suffer losses, to exchange lives for lives, and be beaten to a pulp by Mr. Wu without even leaving a body?