The night is deep, cool breeze is blowing, cold and hot weather wind is undoubtedly refreshing, but at this moment Chen Mo's face is cold, just feel the sudden blow of the wind, so piercing.
A level seven warrior is not a match for them. Tonight, it's dangerous.
"Unintentional, Su Girlfriend, you and Little Beanbean and Fu Bör King leave here first…"
Sensing that the figure in black was headed towards him, Chen Mo didn't hesitate and immediately let the bystanders leave first.
However, Liao Wu Xin, upon hearing this, hurriedly clutched Chen Mo's shirt hem tightly, looking as if she would die with him.
Su Yumo picked up Little Beanbean and looked at Chen Mo with a complex expression.
"Escape? None of you will get away"
The man in black glared at Liao Wu Xin and the three girls, his cold eyes burning as if to consume them. Then, holding the short knife in his hand, he shifted his feet lightly, moving towards Chen Mo like a ghost.
"Don't even think of harming the third son"
Zhao Hu rose in fury, his long knife slashing down forcefully, the blade wind sweeping up the ground dust, blurring the vision of everyone present, a sword beam crossing out horizontally.
The man in black raised his hand to casually block Zhao Hu's attack, but before he could react, Zhang Long charged out with his peach wood sword.
Zhang Long began to practice swordsmanship when he was three years old and has been doing so for over twenty years. He practices one sword move every day, although he only has a level nine cultivation, the power of this single sword move is something that ordinary level nine martial artists cannot withstand.
A desperate move can even scare the Wushu practitioners at level eight, or even seven.
A sword was drawn, and a cold glimmer appeared, with an invisible sword aura resonating. The stone benches and tables in the courtyard were instantly rent asunder by the sword aura, creating numerous dense cracks in the ground. The sword aura pointed directly at the chest of the man in black, with a relentless intent to kill without any respite.
"A good sword."
Zhao Hu exclaimed in surprise, stunned by the realization that an ordinary ninth-level martial artist could unleash such a terrifying sword move. It truly broadened his horizons.
Even the man in black, upon seeing this move, was stunned to the point of needing to take multiple steps back to avoid it. However, he was one step too slow, and the sword energy pierced through his left shoulder, spurting blood.
Ouch
Heart-wrenching pain
The man in black gritted his teeth secretly, filled with panic. He had never expected that today he would be caught off guard by the eagle he trained.
Tap
With a single strike completed, Zhang Long grabbed the hilt of the sword with his other hand, thrusting it into the blue stone slab, and heaved great breaths. The power of the desperate strike was great, but it also consumed a lot of energy. After that strike, he had no more strength left.
"Huh, I thought you were quite formidable, but it seems you can only pull off one move."
The man in black snorted coldly, the terror gone from his eyes. He gritted his teeth through the searing pain and lashed out with his short knife towards Zhang Long. Zhao Hu, seeing this, rushed forward with his long knife. However, compared to Zhang Long, Zhao Hu's sword skills were not as refined. Within a single stroke, he was knocked back and spewing blood non-stop, lying on the ground with barely any strength left.
"One is severely injured, and the other can never rise again. It's best to kill you first; otherwise, if you run away, I'll have no excuse."
The man in black snorted coldly, lifting his short knife high. The cold glint under the moonlight was particularly eye-catching.
Zhang Long was extremely anxious, wanting to stand up to protect Chen Mo on either side, but the last sword move had exhausted him greatly. With a burst of effort, he lost his balance and collapsed onto the ground.
Liao Wu Xin released Chen Mo's collar and walked to him weakly, opening her arms and facing him with determination, "Don't hurt him."
"The little girl is quite brave, but it's like shaking a tree with a flea. You're not being realistic."
The man in black walked towards Chen Mo, lightly waving his short knife, and stared at him with disdain, "Even a little girl dares to step forward, but you've already been frightened silly."
Chen Mo placed his hand gently on Liao Wu Xin's shoulder, pulling her to his back and looking up at the man in black, saying, "You are a person from the King of Ning's army, and you have come to kill me because I have told the Palace of Martial Arts about your plan to break into prison. Killing me is just to vent your anger."
"How could you have..."
The man in black stopped in his tracks, his face filled with shock as he stared at Chen Mo.
"The King of Ning wants to usurp the throne, so he sent people to create magical beings to fight against the Palace of Martial Arts. However, unfortunately, someone betrayed him and revealed the plan. As a result, your base was destroyed, and you attempted to escape by breaking into prison as your last resort. But because of me, you failed again. So currently, the King of Ning is extremely angry with me and even wants to kill me."
The man in black was secretly alarmed, surprised that Chen Mo knew so much. This kid must be eliminated. His eyes turned slightly cold, and he smiled, "Even if you know what's up, you have no way out now. You are destined to die."
"Huh, the King of Ning has quite a few informants in the Palace of Martial Arts, which is why he knew it was me who informed on him. But do you know why you didn't receive any information before their prison break?"
Chen Mo's composure made the black-clad man hesitate for a moment, before he pondered for a moment and exclaimed, "You deliberately avoided all of the King of Ning's informants...".
No, no... The man in black paused for a moment and took a step back in confusion. If Chen Mo had only avoided the King of Ning's informants, there wouldn't have been any information at all. Moreover, that day in charge was none other than Li Xiao, the Tiger of the Empire.
Throughout the Tianlong Empire, only someone like... could command Li Xiao to personally sit in charge.
"Pai Jiangnan from the Palace of Martial Arts has been invited. Who are these scoundrels that dare to be here? Surrender immediately!"
A resounding voice echoed in the courtyard, and lo! A figure appeared atop the roof. His long hair was neatly tied up, his features were regular, his face handsome, and there was a touch of righteousness in his eyebrows. He wore the black robe of the Palace of Martial Arts and carried a swan feather sword, exuding an aura of majestic might.
The Imperial Palace in the capital city.
Longao Tian arrived at the Imperial Study Hall and pushed a book on the bookshelf. A staircase leading to the underground was slowly unfolded, and he descended in big strides. As he entered, the dark passage suddenly lit up with oil lamps one by one.
He descended until he reached the bottom, where he could see a vast lake. In the center of the lake stood a pavilion, surrounded by ice walls that obscured what was inside.
"Your Majesty, I've said it before, you can ascend to the throne, I have no objection. But if you cannot even sit stable on the throne and need me to come and help you, then let's not discuss it."
Suddenly, an old voice echoed from within the pavilion.
"In the pavilion, an old voice suddenly spoke. 'Fei Wu's journey is not to ask the teacher to come out of retirement, but to ask the teacher whether Fei Wu's meridians are inappropriate.'"
Longao Tian bowed his hands and asked with reverence.
There was a moment of silence in the pavilion, and then, a palm-sized hole began to form slowly in the ice wall. Three thin lines flew out of the hole and landed perfectly on Longao Tian's wrists.
In an instant, the old voice resounded from the pavilion, "The movement of spiritual energy is chaotic, causing damage to the meridians... Have you been practicing any new martial arts recently?"
Longao Tian was first surprised, but it really was the same as Chen Mo had said. After a moment of astonishment, he said, "A few months ago, Fei Wu found the ancestral Tianlong Art passed down by our ancestors in the royal mausoleum, so...".
"The Tianlong Decipher is the national treasure of the Tianlong Empire, buried deep in the royal mausoleum. Although you have royal blood, you do not have three-level strength, so you cannot obtain this martial arts... It must be the work of a scoundrel. Your meridians are damaged because of this, Your Majesty. You're being foolish."
"However, since you discovered it in time, there is still hope. If you continue to practice for another month, you might not survive. But, the damage to your meridians is irreversible, and your cultivation level will have to stop here. If you want to advance further, it may be as difficult as climbing to the sky."
