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The gatekeeper swallowed his saliva, he looked at Yang Muyun and felt a little angry. He pinched the dagger, "Who do you think you are!?" "How dare you threaten your father!"

"If I don't break your legs today, I'll follow your name!" With that said, the gatekeeper gripped his dagger and stabbed it towards Yang Muyun.

Yang Muyun didn't move, but his eyes were still bloodshot, "He's not coming to see me?"

"Very good!" Yang Muyun suddenly unsheathed his sword.

"Suffocated!" Sword Intent.

A sword to seal the throat!

Before the gatekeeper could react, his hands loosened, the dagger fell to the ground, and he collapsed.

Fresh blood gushed out of his throat, filling the stone steps.

"He won't come out." Yang Muyun waved his sword, and the drop of blood slid off, "I'll kill my way in to see him!"

Finished speaking, he sheathed his sword and strode into the main hall of the Eighteenth Dock.

When the old beggar squatting by the wall saw this scene, he was stunned for a moment before immediately shrieking, "Ah!"

"Murder!" "Murder!" The old beggar turned pale with fright. He stared at the blood dripping down the stone steps and ran away screaming.

There were still many people on the street. Most of them ran away in fear when they saw this scene. Some of the more daring ones came over to take a look, then left without saying a word.

The people all avoided the main hall of the Eighteenth Dock, afraid that they would come into contact with something bad.

They tended to avoid worldly pleasures and worldly pleasures, as they had always been in the past.

However, there were also some timid people who were confused. They were crazily running around, shouting and shouting. Their expressions were also extremely terrifying.

They spread the fear into the crowd, and not long after, because of the gatekeeper's death, the entire street was already in chaos.

With regards to the chaos, some of the smarter ones ran over to the yamen and reported it to the officials.

When ordinary people were helpless, the first thing they thought of was often others, not themselves. And those who were able to rely on themselves in the chaos were usually not nameless people.

At this moment, Yang Muyun, who entered the main hall of the 18 docks, was completely unaware of what was happening outside.

Wielding his sword, he walked through the main hall of the Eighteenth Dock.

This place was filled with buildings and houses, giving one a feeling of not being able to find one's way. If it was an unfamiliar person, it would be equivalent to falling into a maze.

However, as for Yang Muyun, he didn't even need to find his way.

Just as Yang Muyun was making a ruckus outside the guard house, a group of people from the outer hall of Three Shipping Pier 18 arrived.

Naturally, they saw the sword-wielding Yang Muyun with a single glance, and bellowed: "Hey! Kid, who are you? How did you get in? "

Yang Muyun didn't pay attention to them, "Where's Cui Bong?"

It was the same question as before, but Yang Muyun asked it in a deep voice, as if he was suppressing the anger in his heart.

"You want to see our leader?" The group of people laughed out loud, "Where did this brat come from? His hair hasn't even fully grown up yet …"

"Sigh …" Yang Muyun shook his head, "Then you don't need to live anymore."

"Brat, you …" The outer sect big brother seemed to want to say something.

Suddenly, he heard a "Pu!"

The man fell down in a daze, a hole in his chest.

"Then you all …" Yang Muyun faced a group of people from Three Shipping Floor 18, "You can also die now."

As he spoke, his eyes flashed with a terrifying light.

Drawing the sword, unsheathing the sword, dancing the sword.

The sword shadows overlapped, layer upon layer.

The cry of the sword filled the air with brilliant lights and vibrant colors.

In an instant, the entire outer area of the main hall of Three Shipping Dock 18 was filled with fresh blood and corpses lying in the open.

These outer sect disciples were no match for Yang Muyun, this was simply a one-sided massacre.

Want to resist? Die!

Want to run? Die!

Yang Muyun did not know why he was so angry, maybe it was because Cui Cui was injured.

A little girl who kept calling him brother was injured. His little sister was injured. His family was injured. So he had to take care of them. That was why he was angry.

Yang Muyun held his sword tightly, and moved forward.

Kill one, kill two, kill a pair.

During this period of time, no one was a match for him. What awaited them was only the fate of being massacred.

However, there also seemed to be people who were different.

"Plop." All of a sudden, a disciple of Three Boats and Eighteen Docks kneeled on the ground. "Hero, spare me! Hero, spare me!"

"Oh?" Yang Muyun's sword paused, and stopped in front of this disciple's throat, "You, want to live?"

"I want to live, I want to live." The disciple suddenly kowtowed as if he was afraid that Yang Muyun's sword would hit him.

It seemed that not everyone was a tough nut to crack.

"Wang Er, do you want to turn traitor?" A few of the colleagues of Three Ship's Eighteenth Dock who despised and betrayed their disciple's ways scolded him in anger.

"What do you mean by mutiny? What I'm doing is abandoning the dark and revealing myself to the light." The traitor Wang Er also retorted, "I've long since stopped wanting to stay in this damned place."

"You and the bastard!" A disciple was about to rush towards Wang Er.

Wang Er saw someone rushing towards him and thought to himself that he was finished. He could not help but close his eyes.

But after a few breaths, nothing happened. He slowly opened his eyes.

He just happened to see the scene of Yang Muyun's sword pulling out from that disciple's chest. He was shocked and sat on the ground, gasping for breath.

"Plop!"

With a few more sounds, all the disciples that were just reprimanding Wang Er were killed by Yang Muyun.

His movements were fluid and fluid without the slightest bit of delay.

As for those disciples who were killed, their eyes were still wide open as if they didn't understand how they died just like that.

Yang Muyun kicked the dead disciple away, then walked in front of Wang Er, "Take me to find Qu Rong."

"Can you find a place?" Yang Muyun coldly asked,

"I can find it, I can find it." Wang Er began to kowtow again. "Don't worry, hero."

"Let's go!" Yang Muyun shook off the blood on his sword and followed behind Wang Er who was leading the way.

Along the way, there were more and more people, and Yang Muyun didn't care about anything else, he just went straight for it.

Without the slightest hesitation, he decisively unleashed his killing blow.

Gradually, the two sides of the road were filled with the disciples' corpses.

When Wang Er walked in front of Yang Muyun, he was trembling with fear, because not only did he have to be on guard against the weapons that would come at him from dealing with Yang Muyun, he also had to bear all kinds of psychological pressure.

All kinds of bloody froth and corpses that were completely unrecognizable.

If it wasn't for Yang Muyun, this god of death, who was behind him, Wang Er felt that he might have vomited all over the place.

It wasn't that he hadn't killed before, but this was the first time he had seen something like this.

Along the way, they had already gone deep into the main hall of the 18 docks, but Wang Er didn't stop. Yang Muyun naturally didn't stop as he followed behind.

He believed that in the face of death, this unscrupulous fellow before him would not lie to him.