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If he had dared to say even half a sentence about escaping before the battle even began, perhaps he would have already killed himself in the midst of his rage. Yu Cheng, do you think you would still dare to speak?1

"Humph, do you think the Blood Spirit Bell is still useful to me?" When he saw Mo Yuankong take out the Blood Spirit Bell, Mao Mingkun did not slow down in the slightest. At the same time, he sneered, "Your Blood Spirit Bell can be used a few more times. I can completely stand still and let you release the Blood Spirit Bell.

"That's right. I won't be able to escape death, but even if I die, I'll drag you down with me." With bloodshot eyes, Mo Yuankong roared, "Old Fool, the Blood Spirit Bell's attack is useless against you. Then, what if I allowed the Blood Spirit Bell to self-detonate, would you be able to withstand it as well?"

When Mo Yuankong said this, Mao Mingqun's expression finally changed. To activate a forbidden weapon to self-destruct with the strength of a peak Grand Master of the Spiritual Movement Stage, its power definitely exceeded the strength of someone at the early stage of the Psionic Core Stage.

Forget about him being unable to withstand this power, even the three of them would not be able to. Even if a true expert of the early stage of Psionic Core Stage came, they would have to retreat slightly.

However, the one whose expression changed the most was not Mao Mingkun but Yu Cheng, who was standing beside him. He even felt that Mo Yuankong had gone crazy. To sacrifice his own life for Mao Mingkun, was it really worth it?

To be honest, although Mao Mingkun was strong, he was stronger than the two of them in physical strength. His cultivation base was the same, even if it was high, it was still about the same. Even if the two of them couldn't beat him, they could still run away with the same cultivation level.

Originally, Yu Chengzi had followed Mo Yuankong to find Mao Mingkun in order to snatch the iron piece from his hands. However, the situation had escalated so quickly that Mo Yuankong had completely forgotten about it.

Then since it's a personal grudge, you f * cking want to die. You go and die, I definitely won't stop you, but why the hell do you insist on dragging me to die with you?

Dammit! What the heck! Yu Cheng could not help but curse in his heart. If it were not for the fear that it would be difficult to return to the Black Fiend School, he would have immediately left Mo Yuankong here.

However, he did not dare to do so. If he and Mo Yuankong were to retreat together, then it would be alright. After all, the two of them truly could not defeat Mao Mingkun and could not snatch back the metal plate from his hands.

However, if he left Mo Yuankong here, he would definitely die. If he returned to the Black Fiend School like this, he might not be able to survive.

As he thought of this, Yu Cheng's face turned pale and his expression turned anxious. He hurriedly pulled Mo Wuji's clothes and said, "Deacon Mo, please don't be rash. We should leave first..."

"Scram!" However, before he could finish his sentence, Mo Yuankong cursed loudly, "If you want to scram, f * ck off to the side. You cowardly trash, what the hell do I need you for?"

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