Chapter 92

"Bang..." The beautiful assassin finally took a blow from Li Mang's fist, flying backward like a broken kite, and finally crashed into a pine tree. A trace of fresh red blood seeped from the corner of her mouth, making her exquisite face appear incredibly tragic.

Li Mang, however, did not feel that he was destroying a delicate flower. First, he bent down to pick up the long sword on the ground, then walked toward her with a cold expression.

The fifth mountain in the Nanshan Range is called Dan'ai Mountain. There is a creature that looks like a wild cat called Lei, also known as Xiangmao. Its flesh and blood are quite useless; men who eat it can resist temptation, while women who eat it will not be jealous of more beautiful women.

In recent days, while taking care of the crystal dragon, Li Mang rarely left Yaoyao Mountain, but he had once been to Dan'ai Mountain and hunted and eaten Xiangmao. He had been feeling depressed because his strength had not improved, and he had a prejudice against Xiangmao. However, he never expected that the seemingly useless effect would have such a significant impact today.

The seductive power the female assassin suddenly unleashed was extremely terrifying. In a short time, he had already been overwhelmed. It was only after the effect of Xiangmao's resistance to temptation gradually took effect that he managed to dispel most of the seductive power.

Despite this, Li Mang was well aware of the woman's terror. He played along, making her lose her guard and getting close before suddenly attacking, managing to severely injure her.

As he recalled, Li Mang had already arrived in front of the female assassin. She was the most beautiful woman he had ever seen, with a naturally seductive body that had a fatal attraction to any man, and he was no exception. But at the same time, she was the most dangerous woman he had ever seen. If he had not been alert, he would already be a dead body on the ground, the coldness of the black dagger still fresh in his memory.

Thinking of this, Li Mang decisively thrust the long sword in his hand into her chest.

"Swish... Clang!"

Li Mang felt a tingling in his palm, and the yellow-quality long sword in his hand was knocked away.

"Whoosh..." A black figure approached with a trail of afterimages. Li Mang was just becoming alert when he was already close, and before he could even see the person's face, he was slapped.

"Spit..."

Li Mang followed in the footsteps of the female assassin, spewing blood and flying backward, finally colliding with a large rock. The entire rock was crushed by his body, and the secondary injury caused black blood to flow from the corner of his mouth like a flood.

"...Captain." The female assassin softly called out to the person, but her body was still very weak. She did not have Li Mang's iron-like physique. If she did not receive help, she would also die from that blow.

The person who arrived was a man in black leather. Although Li Mang could not see his face from this angle, he could feel a strong aura of evil. Moreover, this back view seemed familiar to Li Mang, as if he had seen it before.

The man in black squatted down beside the female assassin, first carefully wiping the black blood from the corner of her mouth, then lifting her up by the waist. He finally turned around and walked toward Li Mang.

At this moment, Li Mang finally recognized the person. It was Mo Ao, the leader of the Chiyu team who had been responsible for capturing him in Zhangjiajie a few days ago. Although young, his strength was on par with Cheng Wei. Recalling this, Li Mang's heart sank to the bottom, and he was even prepared to expose the *Classic of Mountains and Seas*. The exposure of the *Classic of Mountains and Seas* would naturally not be a good thing for him, adding countless dangers to his future. But if he was going to be killed now, what was the point of keeping it a secret?

"You're young, but your heart is quite ruthless. You can bear to hurt such a beautiful woman. I'm really curious about what your heart is made of." Mo Ao slowly approached, his face full of evil, his voice even more terrifying, as if the evil came from his very bones.

"A fox spirit, and you're so happy to hold her... cough, cough!" Li Mang started coughing up blood as he spoke, his face pale and listless, yet he forced a smile.

"A naturally seductive body, a rare and precious thing in the world, any man would like it. Why shouldn't I be happy?" As he spoke, Mo Ao had already reached Li Mang, but he did not rush to attack him. Instead, he leaned down and lightly kissed the female assassin's tender red lips.

The female assassin did not get angry; she even closed her eyes to enjoy it despite her injuries.

"All the good things are being taken by pigs!" Li Mang muttered helplessly. This pair of dogs was actually being intimate right in front of him. Mo Ao was indeed quite evil. He struggled on the ground a few times, trying to create some distance, but the pain from his chest wound made him gasp in pain.

Pulling open his shirt, Li Mang's face darkened again. He saw a black palm print on his chest. In his panic, Li Mang was also secretly shocked by Mo Ao's strength. He knew his skin's defensive power was not fake, yet now there was a deep indentation from the palm strike.

Moreover, Li Mang could clearly feel that the blow had injured his heart. If he did not receive timely treatment, he would face a life-threatening situation.

At this moment, some chaotic sounds came from behind. Li Mang could tell that the Yanhuang pursuers he had shaken off had finally caught up. This made him both hopeful and tense. If he was not mistaken, Mo Ao was about to kill him next.

Li Mang silently communicated with the crystal dragon, asking it to come closer. If Mo Ao made a move, it would interfere in time, giving him a chance to retrieve the *Classic of Mountains and Seas* and escape.

Li Mang could sense the commotion, and Mo Ao had also noticed it. He reluctantly lifted his head from the female assassin's lips and said with a regretful look, "These people are really despicable, interrupting our good time."

The female assassin's face, which had been pale, regained a trace of redness. She couldn't help but giggle, every movement of her eyebrows and brows captivating.

Mo Ao then turned his gaze to Li Mang but still did not make a move. Instead, he asked mysteriously, "Do you know why I haven't killed you?"

"...Who knows." Li Mang responded weakly.

"Because you were hit by my palm, even a ghost doctor can't save you. Also, this tool hasn't played its main role yet, it would be a pity if you died!" With each word, Li Mang's face darkened further.

Even a ghost doctor can't save him, does that mean there's no cure? Tool, is he referring to him? Not playing its main role... what does that mean?

For some reason, Li Mang felt he had fallen into a bigger conspiracy. The mix of truth and falsehood, right and wrong, was making his head spin, causing him pain. Combined with his injuries, he felt dizzy and wanted to faint, but he had to force himself to stay alert.

"Mo Ao!" Cheng Wei's angry voice finally came from behind.

"Ha ha, old friend, I'm off!" Mo Ao laughed loudly, carrying the female assassin and drifting away. His movements seemed graceful, but he was incredibly fast, disappearing in an instant, leaving only his arrogant voice lingering in the forest.

Li Mang secretly hated and envied this ability to come and go without a trace. Although his lightness skills were not bad, his cultivation level held him back, preventing him from fully utilizing them.

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