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  "Hmph! A useless thing like you dares to speak to us in such a tone, a good-for-nothing!" Lao San Wei Zi Feng revealed a disdainful expression, completely looking down on Wei Zi Ming, and coldly snorted.

  "Trash is trash, all mouth and no substance, truly a good-for-nothing thing." Lao Si's face showed a hint of impatience and disgust, coldly glancing at Wei Ziming.

  "Hmph! Since you're talking like that, with such a big tone, don't say I didn't give you a chance, you little waste, come on! I can cripple you with just one hand!" Old Third Wei Zi Feng's heart was somewhat annoyed at this moment, a waste dared to be so arrogant in front of him, and suddenly threw Jin Lang to the ground, then contemptuously hooked his finger at Wei Zi Ming.

  "How can Lao San be on the same level as this waste? Let's go, I'll hurry back first to avoid any unnecessary trouble." At this time, Lao Si Wei Ziyang stepped forward and pulled Wei Zifeng back, while giving him a meaningful glance. It was clear that Lao Si Wei Ziyang thought that Wei Ziming's arrogance was due to having someone backing him up, and the only person who could be backing him up was Wei Ziwu.

  Wei Ziming coldly looked at the two of them and didn't say anything else, directly raising the long sword in his hand that hadn't been unsheathed yet, pointing it straight at the two.

  In the next moment, Wei Ziming's figure suddenly disappeared and reappeared in front of Wei Zifeng and Wei Ziyang. The scabbard of his long sword transformed into two phantoms, "Clang" "Clang" two sounds rang out, before the two could react, the scabbard heavily struck their abdomens.

  "Hmph!"

  "Hmm~~~"

  The sound of two scabbards colliding with a weak spot on the body rang out.

  Two men were struck by the scabbard, instantly letting out a painful cry, and simultaneously retreated in rapid footsteps. Then, the two of them tumbled down from the top of the sand dune like a rolling ball, looking quite pathetic.

  "How is that possible? He's Old Eighth, Wei Ziming, no mistake. How can there be the martial power of Old Seventh, Wei Ziwu?" Wei Ziming's speed was extremely fast, so fast that it left people unable to react. With a direct strike from his sword scabbard at the soft spot on their abdomen, an intense pain shot through like fire, as if their internal organs were being crushed by a massive force, about to shatter. The unusual agony was unbearable.

  "It's impossible, how can a waste like him have such speed and combat power? We didn't even react in time before we were hit." Under the intense pain, Lao San Wei Zi Feng was drenched in cold sweat, his face twisted in agony, but the painful expression couldn't hide the shock and incredulity revealed in his eyes.

  "Not bad! It must be an illusion, Old Eight cultivated for nine years to reach the third layer of cultivation, how could he have such combat power?" The intense pain made Old Four's face twisted and distorted, with large drops of cold sweat dripping from his nose, but more so was being frightened by Wei Ziming's speed and combat power. The abdominal pain constantly reminded Wei Ziying that this was not an illusion, which was also the most unacceptable place for Wei Ziying.

  "Lao Ba was born with innate deficiency and couldn't cultivate, and not long ago he even suffered a complete loss of his powers due to walking the fire into madness. Yet now he's displaying such strength, could it be that something unimaginable happened to Lao Ba when he walked the fire into madness?" Although Lao San Wei Zi Feng found this scene hard to accept, at this moment he couldn't help but think of Wei Zi Ming who had also suffered a similar loss of powers due to walking the fire into madness.

  "Right! Something inconceivable must have happened to Lao Ba when he was in a state of frenzy, which led to his mysterious recovery and such a change. What exactly happened to Lao Ba?" When Lao Si Wei Zi Yang heard this, extreme envy, jealousy, and hatred appeared in his eyes.

  "Come on! I've controlled my strength, it hurts but you can still move." Wei Ziming said coldly, standing at the top of the sand dune and looking down.

  Lao San and Lao Si suddenly felt a chill run down their spines as they recalled the times they had bullied Wei Ziming in the past. Now, Wei Ziming's strength far surpassed theirs, and this was a disaster for them.

  This is a painful choice, and they don't dare to run either, because running can't outrun Wei Ziming. Although the two of them are unwilling to accept this fact, neither of them is stupid. If they ran, they would definitely be caught up by Wei Ziming and beaten even more severely. Who made them have a record? So they really don't dare to run. They can only grit their teeth, cover their burning abdomen, and walk forward with cold sweat.

  Wei Ziming looked at the approaching Wei Zifeng and Wei Ziyang, a faint smile appeared on his face, and he said "Lift up Jin Lang, follow me"

  Lao San and Lao Si reached the top of the dune, saw Wei Zi Ming's appearance, and their hearts were filled with bitterness, as well as a strange emotion.

  Something must have happened to Wei Ziming, but they didn't dare ask, they were afraid, they feared that Wei Ziming would settle old scores with them.

  At this time, they heard Wei Ziming calling them to lift the golden wolf. With a sigh of relief in their hearts, they quickly stepped forward and lifted the golden wolf without any delay, then followed Wei Ziming.

  Wei Ziming, who was walking in front, was quite satisfied with the behavior of Lao San and Lao Si, who were following his words. Although the two men now looked like a pair of quails, completely different from their previous arrogant attitude, Wei Ziming knew that deep down they still had an unyielding pride.

  In the past, they were also beaten by Wei Ziwu many times. Sometimes, Wei Ziwu beat them too much and they felt too humiliated. So after being beaten by Wei Ziwu, these two would go to find Wei Ziming to vent their anger.

  Of course, the consequence of finding Wei Ziming to vent is being brutally beaten by Wei Zi Wu again. However, the two still go to find Wei Ziming to vent without hesitation. In front of Wei Zi Wu, they are not enough to fight back, so they shrink away and wait until after the incident to find Wei Ziming to vent. Moreover, they clearly know that this is a dead loop, but they still do it anyway.

  Wei Ziming remembered that this vicious cycle had gone on for dozens of rounds, with Wei Zi Wu beating them up, then they would take it out on Wei Ziming, and Wei Zi Wu would beat them up again, only for them to take it out on Wei Ziming once more.

  The last two people's behavior thoroughly enraged Wei Ziwu, so Wei Ziwu let loose and thoroughly taught the two a lesson. That time, Lao San Wei Zifeng and Lao Si Wei Ziyang were miserable, with dozens of bones broken all over their bodies by Wei Ziwu. Only when the two were on the verge of collapse did Wei Ziwu stop. Afterwards, the two lay in bed for half a year, and only then did they thoroughly fear Wei Ziwu.

  After that, although the two were thoroughly afraid of Wei Ziwu, they didn't get along with Wei Ziming and conflicts kept arising. Wei Ziwu's violent beatings of the two also continued to happen, but after one incident, the two restrained themselves a lot and didn't thoroughly investigate to the end.

  This is a world where the strong are respected, and this mark is the deepest mark in everyone's heart. At this moment, Wei Ziming's display of strength gives Lao San Wei Zifeng and Lao Si Wei Zi Yang a feeling of looking up to him from afar.

  After a moment, Wei Ziming stopped and signaled the two to put down Jin Lang's body. The two, having suffered a severe blow from Wei Ziming, did not dare to be slow in the slightest. Although their hearts were filled with bitterness and resentment, they did not dare to erupt and instead silently followed orders to put down Jin Lang's body.

  "Wait, you see that purple thing, don't touch it, it's a deadly poison that can kill with just one touch." Before starting to search for the poisoned strongman's trail, Wei Ziming gave the two of them a preventive injection, just in case they accidentally got poisoned.

  Then Wei Ziming started to bleed from the corpse of Jin Lang, and a stream of blood was released by Wei Ziming. Next, Wei Ziming stabbed out a sword flower, which scattered the blood into a bloody mist that fell within a certain range.

  At this time, Wei Ziming only discovered that the golden wolf seemed to have not died. After Wei Zimming released his blood, the wound began to heal automatically soon after, and he opened his mouth to say "What's going on with this golden wolf? Hasn't it died yet?"

  "The Golden Wolf was originally severely injured, and with the combined strength of the two of us, although we couldn't immediately take him down, it wouldn't have taken much longer to do so. The reason it took us so long to put the Golden Wolf away was mainly because we waited for him to lose too much blood and pass out. After all, a living Golden Wolf is more valuable than his corpse. However, with this bleeding, this Golden Wolf is as good as dead." Old Three Wei Zi Feng didn't dare to conceal anything from Wei Zi Ming's questioning, despite feeling resentful in his heart.

  "Oh! So that's how it is." Wei Ziming nodded slightly upon hearing the words, and then began searching for the enchanting purple color on the sandy ground shrouded in bloody mist.

  It wasn't long before Wei Ziming found the enchanting purple color on the red sandy ground. After digging for a while, and not finding the corpse of the poisoned strong man, Wei Ziming ordered Old Three Wei Zifeng and Old Four Wei Ziyang to continue moving forward with Jin Lang.

  Perhaps it was Wei Ziming's good luck that he soon found a special patch of sandy ground, and under the crimson blood, a large area of enchanting purple appeared. The range of this purple color was about one zhang in size, different from the small speck of purple in front.

  The purple coverage is so large here, it's likely because the corpse of a strong poisoner fell here.

  "What are you looking for?" Wei Zifeng and the two others carrying Jin Lang followed closely behind Wei Ziming, watching his inexplicable behavior. Although they didn't understand, they didn't ask much either. But at this moment, a purple patch appeared on the ground, and Wei Zifeng finally asked the question in her heart.

  "The corpse of a poisoned strongman" Wei Ziming said with a glance at the always cold-faced Old Three, Wei Zifeng.

  "Corpse of a poisoned strongman?" Wei Zifeng and Wei Zi Yang were taken aback at the same time, and simultaneously recalled the enchanting purple color they had seen along the way. It wasn't hard to infer that this purple color was an unparalleled poison, a deadly poison that could kill with just a drop of blood, and even a strongman at the tenth level of the peak would likely die instantly if poisoned by it.

  When they heard Weizi Ming say the words "the corpse of a poisoned strongman", both of them knew the meaning behind it. A person who had been poisoned to such an extent could escape into this desert from a distance, showing that this poisoned person was no ordinary strongman. The two of them, understanding this point, gazed intently at the purple patch in front of them, their eyes shining brightly.

  Wei Ziming approached the purple sandy ground, and the long sword in his hand was instantly unsheathed. In an instant, a strand of white sword light flickered and swirled in front of Wei Ziming, forming a dazzling sword curtain. At the same time, the purple sand particles on the ground were cleared away by the sword light like autumn leaves falling in the wind.

  Gradually, as the purple gravel decreased, a black robe buried under the purple gravel was exposed on the ground.

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