The Bad Man was nearly dead at the beginning and was picked up by Yang Shuzi and taken home

There was a loud bang and both of them flew backwards at the same time.

Anton Jun quickly hugged Yelu Zhiwu, and then used the recoil force to retreat backwards and came to the side of the surrendered minister.

Looking at the wounded Yelu Zhiwu and the surrendered ministers in front of him, Anton Jun suddenly felt a sense of fear in his heart.

He couldn't help but blame himself secretly. If it weren't for his misjudgment, how could they have suffered such serious injuries and almost died here.

However, the most urgent priority right now is to save people first. He quickly took out the Warren needle and stabilized their injuries. Seeing that their conditions had improved slightly, he was slightly relieved.

However, looking at their painful expressions, he couldn't help but say, "Thank you for your hard work..."

Hearing this, Yelu Zhiwu smiled instead, as if it was enough for her to know that Anton Jun was safe and sound here.

"I'm glad that Brother An is okay." She answered softly, as if she had forgotten her own pain.

The surrendered minister was speechless watching from the side, muttering to himself: "It's already this time, and you are still thinking about your brother An, I really don't know what to say..."

The key point is that the boy surnamed An didn’t seem to notice Yelu Zhiwu’s heart. Looking at the two pieces of wood in front of her, she really felt like her head was about to explode.

Finally, she couldn't help it anymore and complained to Anton-Jun: "Hey, there's still someone over there that hasn't been dealt with yet. Can you guys talk later if you have anything to say?"

Anton-kun finally came to his senses and looked at the surrendered minister with a guilty look on his face: "Sorry, leave it to me next."

After adjusting his mood, Anton took a deep breath and looked at Duokuohuo again.

He rubbed his hands together and said in a low voice:

"You have been plotting against me behind my back for so long. Now that we finally meet, you should be ready, right?"

Duo Kuohuo raised his lips slightly, still with a confident smile on his face, and responded calmly: "What preparations are you making?"

"Be prepared to be torn into pieces!"

These words were like a thunderclap, exploding throughout the cave.

Before he finished speaking, Anton-jun instantly appeared in front of Duokuohuo.

Then he swung his fist suddenly and rushed towards Dokuho with a whistling sound.

Duokuhuo's eyes narrowed and he quickly dodged to the side.

However, Anton Jun's attack speed was so fast that it was astonishing. His punches were as dense as raindrops, leaving Duo Kuo Huo with no way to avoid them.

In desperation, she had to swing the demon-subduing pestle in her hand to meet it head-on, trying to block Anton Jun's attack.

Anton Jun's fist collided with the demon-subduing pestle, making a dull sound.

Duo Kuohuo felt a huge impact and her face changed slightly, but she did not retreat. Instead, she held the demon-subduing pestle in her hand and pounced on Anton Jun like a ghost.

The demon-subduing pestle in his hand flashed with cold light, and he went straight for Anton Jun's head.

Anton Jun did not dare to be careless. He dodged to the side and avoided the fatal blow.

At the same time, he threw a backhand punch with a strong gust of wind, hitting Duokuoh's face hard.

Duo Kuo Huo hurriedly used the demon-subduing pestle to block, but Anton Jun's punch was too fierce, and her arm became numb.

She gritted her teeth, used all her strength, and went forward again.

The two of them fought back and forth, with ever-changing moves.

Duo Kuohuo's attacks were fierce and tricky, and each move was aimed at Anton Jun's vital points. Anton Jun responded calmly, using defense as offense, and constantly looking for his opponent's flaws.

Bang bang bang...!

Both of them were the best in the world. As they fought each other, the strong winds generated by the collisions blew through the entire cave. The residual force spread to the surrounding areas, causing debris to fly everywhere.

Fortunately, Anton Jun had been paying attention to the direction of Yelu Zhiwu and Jiangchen, and was able to help them block some flying stones at the critical moment.

But the shaman was in a miserable state. She was already seriously injured, and Dokuho didn't care about her at all. She could only escape in panic.

While the two were fighting fiercely, Zhiwu, who was resting on the side, also shifted his gaze to look at the shaman who was collapsed opposite him.

She slowly took out the shaman's worn notebook from her bosom and stared straight into the shaman's eyes.

At this moment, the kindness in those eyes no longer existed, only bottomless darkness remained.

"Why are you doing this?" Zhiwu's voice trembled and he looked at the shaman with disbelief.

She could never have imagined that the master whom she had always regarded as a family member would do such a cruel and heartless thing.

"You don't understand. In this world where the strong prey on the weak, sympathy and tolerance will only make you the dust under other people's feet.

Only by holding the scepter of decision in your own hands can you dominate everything. "

When the old shaman heard Zhiwu's question, the corners of his mouth slightly raised and he couldn't stop laughing. The laughter was full of madness and indifference.

"As long as I succeed, I will gain immortality and the ability to overlook the world. Who would refuse these things?"

"You will definitely suffer the consequences!" Zhiwu said gritting his teeth.

“No, no, no…” The old shaman shook his head with a confident smile on his face.

She was full of confidence in Duokuohuo's abilities and the injuries she had just caused to Anton-jun.

"The goddess will never lose."

But who would have thought that as soon as she said this, she saw that in the fierce battle between the two people in the center of the battlefield, Duo Kuohuo gradually became exhausted and his moves began to show flaws.

Anton Jun seized the opportunity, took a sudden step forward, and stabbed Duokuohuo in the chest with a sword. The latter was caught off guard and had no time to resist, and was hit in the chest by the sword.

Blood gushed out from the wound, staining their clothes red.

Duokuhuo let out a shrill scream and his body fell heavily to the ground like a kite with a broken string.

At the same time, the demon-subduing pestle in her hand slipped out of her hand and fell to the side.

Anton Jun walked up to Duo Kuo Huo expressionlessly, looked down at her, and said in a flat tone: "You lose."

Duokuohuo's face was pale, but there was no fear in his eyes. He struggled to get up.

Seeing this, Anton Jun raised the corners of his mouth slightly and said softly: "You no longer have a chance."

After saying that, he raised his foot and stepped towards Duokuohuo without hesitation.

As Anton Jun exerted a little force, a crisp sound was heard, and Duokuohuo's neck was instantly bent at a strange angle.

Yelu Zhiwu and Jiangchen both breathed a sigh of relief, as if the heavy stone in their hearts had finally fallen to the ground.

Finally won!

But in sharp contrast to them, the shaman on the other side, who was originally full of confidence, was now filled with despair and fear.

She stared with eyes wide open, looking at everything that happened in front of her in disbelief, muttering to herself: "How could this happen? Goddess Dokuho actually lost to him?"