Chapter 3

If they don't come to save us, we can only save ourselves!

Mo Li bit his lip and shouted loudly, "Food, food..."

He didn't dare to directly call for the Wudang disciples to save him, after all, if his intentions were exposed, Xie Xun might punch him to death before they could even save him!

Xie Xun had just stolen a horse and naturally wouldn't stop to invite trouble. He had killed the other two horses to prevent them from being chased on horseback!

He hadn't expected Mo Li's plan, thinking the child was just hungry, so he said, "Bear with it, we'll eat when we reach the next town!"

"No, I want to eat, I want to eat!" Mo Li started crying and writhing.

Xie Xun threatened in a low voice, "If you dare to shout again, I'll punch you to death!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the crying stopped.

Xie Xun felt relieved, but at that moment, something unexpected happened!

Mo Li clenched his teeth, closed his eyes, and without hesitation, slipped off the horse!

Thud!

Mo Li's small body hit the muddy ground, feeling as if his internal organs were shattered. A sweet, bloody taste rose in his throat, and blood flowed from his mouth.

Pain, endless pain all over his body!

Mo Li lay on the ground, moaning softly. He wanted to shout, but he had no strength left!

He felt the vitality in his body gradually fading, but he didn't regret it.

If he didn't jump, he would surely die, but by jumping, he had a chance to live, even if it meant possibly dying from the fall!

This sudden change was too unexpected. The three Wudang disciples, who had initially not wanted to pursue, were stunned!

Not only were they stunned, but Xie Xun was also dumbfounded!

He thought, "Is this child crazy? Just for food, why jump off the horse?!"

But the next moment, he thought, "This child must not die! We haven't found Cheng Kun yet, how can he die?!"

"Whoa!"

Xie Xun pulled the reins to stop the horse, but by then, the horse had already moved a considerable distance from Mo Li!

By the time he turned the horse around, the three Wudang disciples were already standing in front of Mo Li!

One of them looked to be around forty, with a three-inch black beard and a calm demeanor. The other two were young men.

The middle-aged Taoist squatted down with a sigh, looking at Mo Li's bloody state and said, "Just for a meal, you jumped off the horse. Why, little one?"

It turned out that from a distance, through the sound of the hooves, Mo Li and the Golden-Haired Lion King's conversation had been heard clearly by him!

This undoubtedly revealed his extremely profound and advanced internal skills.

Is it Song Yuanqiao?

Mo Li looked up at the middle-aged man, his eyes full of the desire to live. He wanted to speak, but his injuries were too severe. Thousands of words came to his lips, but only two emerged: "Master... Master..."

The rest of his words were cut off by the blood gushing from his throat...

Master?!

The middle-aged Taoist was stunned. He carefully examined the child and found his features very familiar, like the little baby who used to babble. But, is it him?!

"Big Brother, could he be...?" The slightly more robust young man exclaimed in surprise.

The middle-aged Taoist couldn't be sure, as the child had been an infant back then. He asked tentatively, "Are you Li'er?"

Mo Li couldn't speak, but he nodded slightly to confirm his identity.

"Move aside!"

At that moment, a very rude voice came from behind, and Xie Xun had stopped his horse in front of the three men.

"Hand over that child!" Xie Xun said coldly.

"Rogue, you stole someone's child and still dare to be so arrogant!" The thinner young man said.

The leader, the middle-aged Taoist, looked at Xie Xun and his pupils suddenly contracted. He said, "Seventh Brother, be respectful."

He stood up, looked at Xie Xun's golden hair, and bowed, saying, "It's the Golden-Haired Lion King of the Ming Sect. Greetings, greetings!"

The Four Great Law Kings of the Ming Sect were all top-notch experts in the martial world, with names that were well-known throughout the land!

Golden-Haired Lion King!

Hearing this name, the two young men's faces turned serious.

"Move aside, hand over that child!" Xie Xun repeated.

The middle-aged Taoist said, "I doubt this is the Lion King's child. The Ming Sect rarely ventures into Central China. Now that the Lion King has come to Jingchu, Song Yuanqiao and his two brothers request a meeting!"

Song Yuanqiao! It really is Song Yuanqiao!

No mistake!

Mo Li felt a surge of joy, while Xie Xun's heart sank!

There weren't many Wudang disciples, and he hadn't interacted much with them, so he didn't recognize their attire. However, the names of the Seven Heroes of Wudang were known to every martial artist!

This is not an easy opponent!

Xie Xun thought to himself, his cold expression softening slightly. He was eager to catch Cheng Kun and didn't want to fight Song Yuanqiao now. He said, "It's the Seven Heroes of Wudang. I've heard much about you. This is a friend's child, who is mischievous and fell off the horse by accident. Please step aside, I will take him to get treated. As for the horse, the Ming Sect will compensate you later!"

His words were much more polite, but Song Yuanqiao didn't move.

Wudang was a prestigious orthodox sect, while the Ming Sect was a heretical sect!

Each of the Four Great Law Kings was a ruthless killer, feared as great demons in the martial world. Moreover, this child was Song Yuanqiao's disciple!

The leader of the Seven Heroes of Wudang gripped his sword hilt and said coldly, "Wudang Sect, we challenge the Lion King's skills!"

Hearing this, Xie Xun was enraged!

He had been barely restraining his impatience, and Song Yuanqiao's attitude pushed him over the edge!

"Unbelievable!"

Xie Xun roared and leaped off the horse, his iron fist carrying a powerful wind, heading straight for Song Yuanqiao's head!

"Brother, be careful!"

The two young men shouted in unison, but Song Yuanqiao's face remained unchanged. He extended his right palm, seemingly slow but actually swift, soft and gentle, without any force.

However, when the fist and palm met, there was a light "thud," and a fierce wind scattered dust everywhere!

Both men took several steps back to dissipate the force, and it was clear they were evenly matched!

"Wudang Soft Palm, impressive skills!"

Xie Xun praised and said, "Take another punch from this old man!"

He didn't want to delay, fearing that Mo Li might die if the fight dragged on. He immediately used the Seven Injuries Fist, a secret technique of the Kongtong Sect!

The seven punches, either yin or yang, soft or hard, flickered and surged unpredictably, creating a terrifying force that made the air chill!

"Seven Injuries Fist?! Sixth Brother, Seventh Brother, form the array!"

Song Yuanqiao, with his extensive knowledge, immediately recognized the technique and called out without hesitation. Instantly!

Clang! Clang! Clang!

Three swords sang like dragons, and the three men formed a Three Talents Array, facing Xie Xun's punch together!

This Three Talents Array was extremely profound, exuding a heavy, mountain-like aura. Xie Xun felt as if the three men had merged into one, transforming into a mystical tortoise, charging at him with immense power.

He didn't dare to be careless, roared, and pushed his internal energy to the limit, making the Seven Injuries Fist even more powerful!

However, as soon as the four men clashed, Xie Xun's face changed dramatically!

The force contained in the three swords was overwhelming, and his seven-layered, extraordinary punch was instantly shattered by the three swords!

Thud! Thud! Thud!

Blood splattered as the three swords each left a bloody mark on the Golden-Haired Lion King's body!

"Wudang Sect's skills, impressive, impressive!"

The Golden-Haired Lion King looked at Mo Li and the three swords with a hint of reluctance and said, "I'll come back another day!"

As he spoke, he kicked up the sand on the ground, obscuring the three men's vision, and mounted the horse, riding away.

Seeing this, Mo Li, who had already been struggling to hold on, fainted...