Chapter 71

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As Chen Mo stood there, his face, which had been in some pain a moment ago, was now flushed with excitement. The corners of his mouth curled up in excitement, and he couldn't help but part his dry lips. He leaped up, soaring through the air like an eagle diving for a rabbit, landing on a large rock. With another leap, the rock beneath his feet shattered, sending fragments flying. He had already moved several dozen feet away.

Calm and composed, Chen Mo's eyes were sharp as the wind brushed against his face. He turned to look at the still unconscious Míngyōu Lian.

A slight rustling sound came from the pile of stones, and a glimmer of light shone through. Chen Mo, startled by this subtle movement, shot a piercing gaze in that direction.

Little Eight, who had undergone some transformation, extended its limbs, crawled to Chen Mo's front, and stood up at the cave entrance, its eyes filled with vigilance.

"Boom!"

A loud noise echoed as soil and rocks flew from the cave entrance. A gray fist appeared amidst the dust, coming into view. The dust then blew towards Chen Mo, who instinctively took two steps back, covering his mouth and nose, but his eyes remained fixed on the front.

As the dust settled, Chen Mo saw three people standing at the cave entrance. They were the ones ordered by Qu Muqing to intercept him and prevent him from reaching Changchun Valley.

Chen Mo had long harbored murderous intentions towards these lackeys who aided in evil deeds. However, he was wary of the leader, a scar-faced man, who was a Seventh Rank Spirit Master. Moreover, the other two were also a notch or two above him in cultivation.

If he were to be surrounded and attacked, the situation would be extremely unfavorable.

The terrain was steep on all sides, with only one path, making it difficult to escape.

A series of rapid thoughts flashed through his mind, but his face remained calm and composed.

"Brat, where do you think you're going..." The scar-faced man sneered as he approached. However, he then noticed Míngyōu Lian lying on the ground.

Chen Mo inwardly knew this was bad.

Sure enough, the three men exchanged glances, and their expressions changed dramatically.

The tall, thin one, filled with fear, took two steps back and exclaimed, "It's, it's Poison Guanyin!" as if he had seen a venomous dragon.

The fat one's first reaction was to run.

But the scar-faced man, with his keen eyes, shouted angrily, "What are you panicking for? Whether it's Poison Guanyin or not, she's severely injured. Look at her face and the blood on her body and the ground."

These words woke everyone up, and they carefully examined the injured Poison Guanyin on the ground.

Their faces were filled with surprise.

The scar-faced man looked at Chen Mo, then at Poison Guanyin, and his fierce expression softened. He said with a benevolent tone, "Chen Mo, right? To be honest, we're just strangers. I only came to intercept you because I owe Qu Muqing a favor. How about this: we pretend we never met. You go your way, and I'll go mine."

Chen Mo, who knew that Chiyen Wang had placed a large bounty on Míngyōu Lian, was well aware of the other's intentions.

Though his heart was filled with rage, he maintained a calm expression and pretended to agree, "Fine, let's go, Little Eight."

Chen Mo didn't realize that Míngyōu Lian, lying on the ground, had her eyelashes slightly trembling.

As if taking a leisurely stroll, Chen Mo led Little Eight past the scar-faced man. Just as they were about to pass, Chen Mo suddenly burst into action.

At the same time, the scar-faced man also leaped up with a sneer.

Clearly, both had the same idea.

"Weak Water Fist."

"Thunderclap Cannon."

Before the figures even met, the wind was already felt.

The Weak Water Fist and Thunderclap Cannon were both punches. One was like flowing water, the other like a thunderclap. They collided with each other, creating a powerful impact.

With a loud boom, the air rippled like water waves.

Both men involuntarily took several steps back, their eyes sharply focused on each other.

"Brat, you're asking for death." The scar-faced man, his plan foiled, lunged forward with a fierce punch, "I'll make you die with that bitch."

"Vajra Power."

Chen Mo's face remained calm. He stomped his foot, stood firm in a horse stance, and his shoulder was like a spear.

After taking a punch, he rammed his shoulder into the scar-faced man, sending him flying back several steps.

His tactics were clearly a life-for-life, injury-for-injury approach.

Using the momentum of his backward flight, Chen Mo's Sea of Qi suddenly burst forth, and he unleashed a Lightning Flash, a technique imbued with the wild energy of the Primal Thunder Path, directly at the innocent fat man.

In an instant, he employed a feint.

The fat man, a Fourth to Fifth Rank Spirit Master, was taken aback and hastily countered with a punch.

In a flash, with a loud boom, he felt his chest bones shatter as if struck by lightning. His body flew backward, crashing into the cliff wall, sending rocks flying.

It was like a hammer breaking through a drum. The Qi invaded his body, shattering his internal organs and reducing them to mush.

"Thud." The heavy body hit the ground, like a watermelon smashing, his head striking a sharp rock, brain matter splattering, and his cries abruptly cut off. His body, now a bloody mess, was nothing but a pile of flesh and blood.

Even holding his breath, the intense smell of blood still rushed into his nostrils, making him feel nauseous.

Chen Mo, having killed an enemy, was not unscathed. The fat man's final counterattack was fierce, striking his chest. After several flips in the air, he landed in front of Míngyōu Lian.

He forced a mouthful of blood back, his face as pale as gold leaf.

Having been hit twice, he was seriously injured. Even with the help of the green liquid, recovery would take time.

A Fifth Rank Spirit Master had been killed by a Fourth Rank Spirit Master.

"Little brat!" The tall, thin man roared, a surge of anger rising from his Sea of Qi, charging fiercely at Chen Mo.

The scar-faced man was equally enraged. Blood vessels bulged, and he looked like a wild beast ready to devour. Two of his brothers had already died at Chen Mo's hands.

"Roar!"

Sensing his master's danger, the newly transformed Little Eight let out a roar like an ancient beast, filled with a power that could tear through metal and stone.

At the same time, its body rapidly expanded. In a moment, it grew from the size of a grinding stone to several dozen feet long and over ten feet wide. Spikes grew on its back like sharp swords, and a long, spear-like horn sprouted from its head.

Chen Mo was taken aback by Little Eight's transformation, but this was clearly not the time to be distracted.

He sprinted forward, engaging the Sixth Rank Spirit Master in battle.

"Brat, I'll never rest until I avenge this!" The scar-faced man, the strongest of the group, roared, his voice carrying a powerful wave of energy, charging at Chen Mo.

"Old dog, die."

Chen Mo, with surging blood and Qi, unleashed another Lightning Flash.

This time, his target was not the scar-faced man but the tall, thin man entangled by Little Eight.

"Thud." Chen Mo, like a ghost, struck with his knee, ramming it into the thin man's chest, sending him reeling backward. Just as he steadied himself, Little Eight's spiky tail whistled through the air, striking him.

With a loud crack, he was sent flying.

Chen Mo roared, leaping high into the air, his body crackling with lightning, like a giant from the ancient times, standing on the earth.

"Heavenly Thunder Break!"

A powerful palm strike, like a raging dragon emerging from the sea, roared forward. The thin man, in a mix of shock and anger, had no way to dodge or avoid it. He had to take the hit in an awkward position.

Boom!

The powerful energy collision created an invisible ripple.

In mid-air, the thin man was launched like a cannonball into the cave, buried under a pile of rocks.

Chen Mo, flying several dozen feet, landed beside Míngyōu Lian, the blood in his chest finally bursting forth.

"Boy, you've killed three of my brothers, I'll make you pay!" The scar-faced man, enraged by repeated setbacks, roared, his voice carrying a powerful wave of energy, charging at Chen Mo.

Little Eight sprinted over.

Chen Mo smiled bitterly, knowing he had to fight to the death. He secretly gathered his Qi, preparing to use his final move, Vajra Demon Subduing.

But this move was risky. If he failed to kill the scar-faced man, he would have to rely on the newly transformed Little Eight, who now had considerable fighting power.

At this critical moment,

Suddenly, a dark green finger of light shot out, spinning and cutting through the air, whistling as it broke through the sky, almost grazing Chen Mo's face.

"Pfft..." The scar-faced man's charge stopped. His sinister face showed disbelief and shock, his body stiffening. He looked down at his chest in horror.

A large hole in his chest, through which Chen Mo could see Little Eight, now resembling an ancient beast, charging forward. The hole was surrounded by a dense, dark green aura that rapidly spread throughout his body.

Thud!

The enraged Little Eight, with a powerful headbutt, sent the scar-faced man flying. His body, corroded like sand, exploded into countless ashes. The ashes swirled in the air, gradually diminishing until nothing remained.

"This..."

Chen Mo, startled, jumped up. His eyes, momentarily clouded, caught a faint scent of a woman, which entered his nose and heart.

His heart was filled with unease as he looked at Míngyōu Lian, who was floating in mid-air. She had already woken up, which meant...

Her face, as clear and cold as the moonlight, her skin so smooth it could be pinched, her black veil rising and falling with her breath, her eyes like a pool of autumn water, reflecting wisps of clouds. They were so clear, so piercing, yet not cold.

Little Eight, which had been so fierce a moment ago, quickly shrank to the size of a grinding stone, blinking its eyes and hiding behind Chen Mo, losing all its divine beast demeanor.

Míngyōu Lian looked at him with a complex expression, her mood unpredictable. After a long moment, she lightly tapped her feet and floated away, like a fairy from the netherworld, rising higher and higher until she disappeared.

She said nothing, did nothing, leaving only a lingering fragrance in Chen Mo's heart and lungs.

Fortunately, she didn't thank him. The best outcome was that she didn't kill him in a fit of anger.

Chen Mo, regaining his senses, was about to leave the valley but stopped to collect the spoils of war. He found several miscellaneous cultivation techniques, some medicinal pills, and a total of several hundred thousand gold notes, a substantial haul. He felt a small sense of joy.

This fierce battle was not in vain. He tidied up his thoughts and hurried to Changchun Valley.

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