<h4>Chapter 402: Chapter 401: Myriad Spirit Returning Needle (Part 1)</h4><h4></h4>


    "Annihtion."


    Mu Chen roared loudly as the powerful Sword Energy exploded and took the form of a dragon. However, this Sword Energy was different from before—it had be more solid and more terrifying.


    "ck Evil Technique, I will kill you." Hei Sha, furious, was in front of Mu Chen in the blink of an eye.


    The power Hei Sha had gathered was immense,


    "Hei Sha, you are indeed powerful, but it’s a pity, my Annihtion is precisely your counter. Moreover, you have no right to be angry. You sought to kill me, so be prepared to be annihted."


    As Mu Chen spoke, the powerful Sword Energy instantly sted towards Hei Sha.


    "Boom boom..."


    ck force collided with the crimson energy, shing against each other. Yet, in the next instant, everyone was shocked to see the bizarre Sword Energy automatically change direction, with a portion transforming into a dragon that slew Hei Sha from behind.


    Hei Sha was unable to resist, his back directly blown away by the Sword Energy, vomiting a mouthful of fresh blood, severely wounded by a single strike.


    "You may indeed be more terrifying, but unfortunately, when ites to techniques, you are far behindpared to me." As Mu Chen spoke, he had already appeared in front of Hei Sha, a small knife at Hei Sha’s neck.


    "Why, you were clearly poisoned severely, how can you be fine?"


    "Can I tell you that I am immune to all poisons?"


    "Ha ha ha, Evil God, I’ve lost. Dying by your hands is probably the best oue for me."


    "In your next life, I hope you’ll know clearly who can and who cannot be offended." As Mu Chen spoke, he forcefully sliced with the small knife, and Hei Sha died just like that.


    "Very good, Mu Chen, you are indeed terrifying, but I wonder how many you can kill, or if you can even withstand so many people." Demon Lord sneered yfully.


    "Demon Lord, is it your purpose to send these people to their deaths?"


    "Evil God, I am somewhat aware of the Mad Demon Syndrome. You must be greatly weakened after battling two opponents just now, right? How much longer do you think you canst in continuous battle?" The Demon Lord said with a sneer.


    "No need for you to say how long I canst or whether I can’tst. I just want to advise you not to dig your own grave."


    "Is that so? Then let’s continue the battle!" The Demon Lord said disdainfully.


    "Bring it on! I want to see how many people you, Demon Lord, can send to me for ughter." Mu Chen looked around at the dozen or so ck Robes and said indifferently.


    "Attack together, kill him." The crowd roared, unleashing their martial arts and hunting down Mu Chen.


    "Forget it, since you all wish to die so eagerly, let’s see if you can withstand my strongest martial art, the Eighth Needle of the Immortal Spirit Nine Needles! Although I don’t have much energy left, I can still barely use it." As Mu Chen spoke, a silver needle appeared immediately, and he sat down cross-legged, rapidly sealing with his hands, as the powerful energy enveloped the silver needle, the aura extremely eerie.


    "What on earth does this Evil God want to do?" The ck Robes’ faces changed drastically for a moment, and they all stopped, feeling something ominous.


    "Is that the martial arts of the silver needle? This Evil God, what a terrifying encounter he must have had!" The Demon Lord licked his lips and spoke earnestly.


    "Who cares what it is, and what is there to fear, kill him." Two of the ck Robes, unconvinced, quicklyunched an attack on Mu Chen.


    "The Eighth Needle, Myriad Spirit Returning Needle."


    Mu Chen shouted loudly, and the silver needles suddenlyshed out at incredible speed. Two ck-robed assassins aiming for Mu Chen were directly pierced through the forehead by the needles. In an instant, they fell to the ground, dead, their eyes wide open in death.


    "Ah... Demon... Escape..." The crowd shouted, fleeing in panic.


    "Escape? In the range of my attack, no one can escape. All of you must die," Mu Chen said coldly as the terrifying silver needles targeted the crowd once more.


    "Damn it, let’s fight," several ck-robed men shouted, unleashing a ghastly power that locked onto the silver needles.


    "Fighting? You trash don’t have the right to fight," Mu Chen said disdainfully, continuing to control the silver needles to annihte them.


    Next, the silver needles didn’t act as the men expected. When they drew near, the needles suddenly changed direction, doubling in speed, madly exterminating them. The men didn’t even understand what happened before the needles pierced through their bellies, and they died just like that.


    The others met the same fate. Those attempting to escape couldn’t even mount a resistance before the silver needles pierced through their bodies. They fell to the ground, dead with eyes wide and full of disbelief, feeling their deaths were most pitiful.


    At that moment, Mu Chen spit out a mouthful of fresh blood. The bacsh of power and the massive consumption of energy made it difficult for him to continue fighting.


    "Brother Mu Chen." Seeing Mu Chen in such a state, the two women finallyprehended firsthand what kind of person Mu Chen really was. Calling him a demon, no one would object.


    "Little Chen." Wang Long and the other person couldn’t help but cry. They didn’t want to fight any longer.


    "Good, very good, Evil God, you are too exciting. To possess such means, it’s terrifying, utterly terrifying," said the Demon Lord as he stood up and pped his hands.


    "Demon Lord, so many people have died, and yet you seem to feel nothing," Mu Chen said, his face a picture of distaste.


    "Feelings? What is there to feel? They were all trained by me. Dying for their master is their honor."


    "You truly are cold-blooded." Mu Chen stood up, his blood-red eyes having returned to normal, the energy of the Mad Demon Syndromepletely used up.


    "Mu Chen, you have no energy left, right? Your time of death approaches," The Demon Lord said, giving a nce to the remaining ck-robed men.


    "Don’t worry, my lord, he is bound to die today no matter what," the remaining six ck-robed men, having locked onto Mu Chen, advanced towards him.


    "Six at the peak of the Mythical Realm, it seems these are your strongest subordinates," Mu Chen said calmly.


    "This is the secret weapon reserved for you," the Demon Lord said with a smile.


    "Is that so? What an honor for me. It seems today I must reveal my own methods."


    "Methods? What other methods do you have left?"


    "The methods of Killing God," Mu Chen said simply.


    "Mu Chen, don’t mess around. You know you’re not allowed to exceed the power of the Mythical Realm," The Demon Lord said with an unsightly expression.


    "My life is at stake, why should I care about those things?" Mu Chen stated indifferently.


    "You..." The Demon Lord’s expression changed drastically as he grabbed Uncle Wang by the neck, his murderous intent escting.


    "Mu Chen, I didn’t want things to escte to this, but I have no choice. To kill you, such measures, I, the Demon Lord, have resorted to them."


    "Demon Lord, if you dare kill Uncle Wang, I will use Divine Power to kill you. After all, you’re not at the Mythical Realm. A god has the right to kill you," Mu Chen’s expression shifted as he spoke.


    "Mu Chen, Uncle Wang raised you. Are you willing to watch him die just like that?" The Demon Lord sneered coldly.


    "If Ipromise today, we all die. Demon Lord, you’ve threatened the wrong person. Don’t forget, I am the Evil God."