Rules of the Martial World, Duel (2)

The five of them ate in the same vessel and slept in the same bed. They had cultivated an excellent rapport over the years. In addition to their own strength as peak great mystic cultivators, as long as the five of them joined forces, they could even fight a mystic spirit.

Mu Jiuri was one of the best among the new generation. If he fought alone, even if his cultivation was only at level seven mystic cultivator, he was not inferior to any of the five massacres.

But when these five massacres joined forces, Mu Jiuri knew that he had no chance of winning.

"Clang!"

After a series of metal clashing sounds, Mu Jiuri blocked the attack of the person holding the saber on the right, but his waist was stabbed by another person's sword.

He didn't have time to scream in pain. He took out a scarlet dagger from his Cosmos Ring and stabbed it into his chest.