"It's over. First Elder Ba Tu is dead.”
An elite Shaman warrior saw the Great Elder Ba Tu being hacked to death by Xia Ping, his entire body being forcefully split in half. He immediately trembled in fear, losing all his courage.
One had to know that this was their Shaman Sect's First Elder, the number one expert of Shamanism, and a top-notch expert who had advanced to the Inborn Realm. Now, he had actually been killed so easily by a saber, as if he was chopping melons and vegetables.
This kind of martial arts simply wanted to scare them to death.
"It's not just the Grand Elder. There are more than a dozen other elders as well, but they can't even take a single blow from Jiu Mozhi.”Some Shamanic warriors could not believe what they were seeing. This was too ridiculous.
Not to mention Ba Tu, the number one expert of Shamanism, just the dozen or so peak Houtian shamanic elders were also experts who could fight against a thousand people in the Mongolian grasslands.
But now, they were crushed like ants by Jiu Mozhi. They were not here for revenge. They were here to die.
"No, this Jiu Mozhi is a monster.”
"We're no match for them. Staying here will only lead to death.”
"Run, we have to run. Only by running can we survive.”
"As long as there's life, I don't believe that there's no one left in Mongolia. Sooner or later, Jiu Mozhi will be killed by us.”
The remaining Shamanic elite warriors looked at each other. They could see each other's intention to retreat. After all, even Great Elder Ba Tu and a dozen elite elders had died at the hands of this man.
If they continued to stay where they were, they would also die.
Although they were brave warriors of the grasslands, they would not die in vain. Only those who survived on the grasslands were qualified to have a future.
Swoosh! Swoosh!
As soon as he finished speaking, these Shamanic warriors didn't even have time to pick up the corpses of these elders. They all fled in all directions, breaking up into small groups at an extremely fast speed.
It could be said that even if they ran away, they were well-trained fighters and would not panic.
"You want to run? It's not that simple."
Seeing that these Shamanic warriors were trying to escape, Xia Ping's eyes revealed a cold glint. These Shamanic warriors were all seasoned warriors, and they all killed people like flies, their hands full of blood.
If these elite warriors escaped and hid in the darkness to assassinate, it would be a big problem. After all, there was no such thing as being a thief for a thousand days.
Moreover, he would definitely not let go of these enemies who tried to kill him. He would definitely eliminate them.
"Light Palm!"
In an instant, Xia Ping made a move. He formed a seal with both hands and slapped out.
Immediately, hundreds of white palm prints blasted out from his body. Like a sun rising from the east, they emitted a myriad of rays of light, and the faint sound of Buddha's Sanskrit sounded.
It was as if thousands of palms had appeared behind him at this moment, like a thousand-handed Guanyin.
The speed of this palm was too fast, so fast that it was like a flash of white light. Before these Shamanic warriors could run a few meters away, the white palm print came crashing down.
"What?!"
These Shamanic warriors were shocked, and their hair stood on end. They turned around and saw a white light coming from the corner of their eyes. Their nerves could not react in time.
In the next second, they fell into endless darkness, as if they had fallen into hell.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
The white palm prints bombarded the Shamanic warriors like Buddha's palm or Tathagata's palm. The palm prints contained the most powerful palm power and were incomparably violent.
Instantly, the bodies of these Shamanist warriors were shattered into pieces, turning into meat paste. A large amount of blood dyed the surrounding ground red as if it was free.
The terrifying palm power even permeated the surroundings. On the ground, the walls of the surrounding buildings, trees, and other places, clearly visible Buddha palm prints appeared.
"No, it can't be. They're all dead?!”
The few Ningma Sect disciples were dumbfounded when they saw this scene. They had only attacked once, but dozens of palm prints were instantly blasted out, killing all the elite Shaman warriors.
Moreover, it was only a palm strike, but these Shamanic warriors who had already reached the level of first-class experts were actually sent flying like rubber balls. They could not resist at all and were killed on the spot.
None of them could escape the palm prints that filled the sky.
"This should be the legendary Light Palm Print. It's said to be the ultimate technique of the White Sect, but it was learned by senior brother Jiu Mozhi. I didn't expect its power to be so terrifying.”
A Ningma Sect disciple gulped.
"It was too fast. The white light appeared and then these Shamanic elites died. I couldn't see how senior brother Jiu Mozhi attacked.”Another Ningma Sect disciple rubbed his eyes.
"Hmph, these Shamans are really stupid. They actually dared to ambush senior brother Jiu Mozhi. They don't know what's good for them.”
"Good death. They deserved to die. Who asked them to commit murder in Tibet?”
"However, Senior Brother Jiu Mozhi is really too strong. He is indeed worthy of being a peerless genius that only appears once every few hundred years in Ningma Sect.”
A few Ningma Sect disciples looked at Xia Ping with incomparable admiration. They were practically prostrating themselves in admiration.
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