Taptap——
Amid the mountains, a sound of footsteps echoed, and suddenly two silvery white figures landed on a hill, gazing afar at the tremors below.
The person who had come was none other than Song Zong, the senior elder of Feiyun Temple, who had previously saved Chen Mo and his companions, and Song Yunfei, the temple president.
"Master, it seems that they have started a fight."
Song Yunfei's eyes narrowed slightly, his gaze fixed on the battle unfolding among the mountains.
This battle was particularly fierce, with the fight spreading from one mountain range to another, leaving several mountain peaks leveled in a matter of moments.
The sky seemed to be torn apart, revealing deep sword and knife marks.
From the ground up, the dispute raged on ceaselessly.
"A second-class cultivator with such strength is indeed difficult to come by."
Song Zhong gently stroked his white beard, smiling softly and saying.
Song Yunfei raised an eyebrow, his expression suddenly darkening, "Master, that sword should be the Seal Magic Sword that Master mentioned."
"The Undying Treasure is right before us, why not take it? I think..."
Song Zhong waved his hand lightly, "No hurry. While the Seal Magic Sword is indeed important, what Master has entrusted us with is even more crucial."
Song Yunfei hesitated for a moment, then bowed his head and pondered for a while before smiling slightly, "That's right. Speaking of it, Master does place a high value on this piece, after all."
The battle has begun.
Zhao Hu and Long Zhan Tian fought like an endless cycle of death and life, from the mountains to the sky, and then back to the mountains.
Though Zhao Hu is rash in his fighting style and lacks intelligence, the dragon-spirited Long Zhan Tian is just as wild.
However, due to the disparity in strength, after several exchanges, Zhao Hu was unable to withstand and was struck heavily by a sword. With all his might, Zhao Hu managed to defend himself and stumbled heavily into the mountain, shattering a mountain peak.
A sword scar ran from his shoulder to the lateral side of his abdomen, terrifying and ferocious, with blood flowing endlessly.
Zhao Hu heaved two heavy breaths, his eyes instantly turning a deep red upon seeing the scene of blood, his figure swelling to an astonishing size, from the original ten chi to an extraordinary eleven chi.
Moreover, his figure became even more robust, and his originally normal skin turned into a deep black color.
Facing Zhao Hu's dramatic transformation, Chen Mo's face suddenly became solemn. It was as expected that he had been worried about it. Zhao Hu had already charged out like a wild beast, showing no signs of backing down from the fight until death.
Seeing this, Chen Mo hurriedly called out, "Zhao Hu, come back."
For this journey, Chen Mo only wanted Zhao Hu to test the strength of Long Zhan Tian, but he didn't expect the two of them to engage in a life-and-death struggle.
After all, the weapon in Long Zhan Tian's hand was the Seal Magic Sword, one of the seven most precious treasures in the entire Qiujiu Continent.
Zhao Hu seemed to have entered a state of madness, almost striking himself in his frenzy. But upon hearing Chen Mo's words, he abruptly stopped in his tracks, his movements slightly stiff as he put down his great sword and ran towards Chen Mo instead.
"This guy is very strong. We cannot confront him head-on. Let's first find some help before proceeding."
After a moment of contemplation, Chen Mo realized that with just him and Zhao Hu, it would not be easy to defeat Long Zhan Tian.
Thinking of this, he felt a desire to retreat and prepare himself well before making another move.
However, while Chen Mo wanted to retreat, Long Zhan Tian had no intention of letting him go. With a strike of his Seal Magic Sword, a powerful sword energy shot skyward suddenly, and then descended violently towards Chen Mo and Zhao Hu.
"That guy, has quite the temper."
Chen Mo sneered coldly and quickly moved to avoid this strike.
However, Long Zhan Tian showed no signs of stopping his attacks. The battle with Zhao Hu had ignited his fighting spirit, as he dived down to block the path of Chen Mo and his companions, slicing with his sword continuously.
Zhao Hu saw this and couldn't sit still any longer, quickly jumping into action to defend himself.
At this moment, Long Zhan Tian had a killing intent and seemed determined to kill the two of them on the spot. Chen Mo couldn't simply flee without considering the consequences.
He could escape himself, but Zhao Hu was certain to suffer severe injuries or even be killed by the opponent.
Thinking of this, Chen Mo acted decisively without hesitation.
His vital energy surged as if from nowhere, despite his cultivation only being at the third level, his physical body had already reached the second level. Moreover, the fierce boxing technique he had learned from Lu Quanheng earlier had been thoroughly integrated and mastered by him.
At the moment when their swords met, Chen Mo's fist shot out suddenly, striking hard.
A punch that pierced through space, producing a series of explosions, and Long Zhan Tian, who was still in a stalemate with Zhao Hu, reacted instantaneously, raising his hand to block. But it was too late.
Fists swollen with blood red energy, like a raging beast, ruthlessly attacked Long Zhan Tian. As the sound of bone-breaking echoed, one could see Long Zhan Tian being sent flying by Chen Mo's punch, smashing into several towering trees and finally crashing onto a mountain peak.
His body created a massive crater in the mountain top.
"Huff..."
Chen Mo heaved a sigh and spat out a mouthful of phlegm. Although the fist technique was good, against such an opponent who was far stronger than him, he had used all his nine-tenths of energy in that one punch.
This strike almost left Chen Mo completely drained.
"Go!"
Chen Mo called out to Zhao Hu, who was preparing to follow up with a strike.
The previous punch did indeed push Long Zhan Tian back, but the guy holding the Seal Magic Sword was surely at least a first-class cultivator. The power of that one punch alone was not enough to kill him, and frankly, it wasn't even strong enough to seriously wound him.
It only gave them a moment of respite.
They wouldn't have the chance to escape if they didn't leave right now.
However, as Chen Mo called out to Zhao Hu, preparing to leave for a brief rest, a sudden sword energy suddenly surged from the cave on the mountain top.
"Be careful!"
Chen Mo's eyes widened to an impossible extent, and he darted to the side in a panic. Zhao Hu followed suit, dodging the sword energy.
But they were a step too slow. Both of their arms were sliced open by deep cuts, spilling blood continuously.
The white bones could be seen through the gashes.
The spiritual energy of that sword energy was even enough to make Chen Mo struggle for breath and pale a bit.
"That damn guy, is really strong."
Struggling to get up, Chen Mo looked up and found that Long Zhan Tian had appeared in front of him somehow.
Zhao Hu's body was already covered in injuries from his fight with Long Zhan Tian earlier. Now, with another sword strike, his body was weakened, and it took him a while to recover.
Seeing that Chen Mo was in danger, Zhao Hu immediately drew his blade to block the attack. However, Long Zhan Tian's swift strike had already punctured Zhao Hu's shoulder, causing him to fall to the ground once again and bleed heavily.
"Dammit!"
Chen Mo gritted his teeth, ready to punch with both fists. However, Long Zhan Tian's sword suddenly struck towards him, as if to decapitate him...
