But in Xiao Mo’s eyes, he was nothing more than a beast in human clothing.
The man in the green robes was named Sun Jin, one of Prince Xiao of the Liang Kingdom’s advisors. His schemes were sinister, and he was a craven coward, utterly lacking a scholar’s backbone.
Xiao Mo detested him.
"Did you come here to die?" Xiao Mo asked.
"Heh heh heh..." Sun Jin chuckled. "Not at all. I’m here to take the young master’s head, and hers."
As he spoke, Sun Jin glanced at Jiang Qingyi. "I never thought the little girl from back then would not only blossom into such a graceful beauty but also reach such a high realm. Truly remarkable. And it’s all thanks to you, Young Master."
"COUGH, COUGH, COUGH... Enough talk. If you’re going to kill me, then come on." Xiao Mo coughed, and the longsword in his hand began to hum.
"Kill them!"
The masked man waved his hand.
In an instant, several assassins from the Blood Butterfly Pavilion vanished.
The moment they reappeared, the cold glint of steel was already before Jiang Qingyi’s face.
Xiao Mo took a step forward, intending to help his disciple.
But the masked man, wielding a Long Spear, thrust it at Xiao Mo.
Xiao Mo’s Grass Character Sword Intent manifested as nine streams of Sword Qi, nine formless swords striking at his opponent’s vital points.
But each time, the masked man scattered Xiao Mo’s Sword Qi.
Xiao Mo shot into the air, and the masked man followed right behind.
Grass Character Sword Intent—Rain on Plantain Leaves.
The Sword Qi around Xiao Mo condensed unceasingly. The white clouds in the sky were shredded by the Sword Qi, reforming into a host of longswords.
"Fall!"
A hundred longswords formed from the clouds shot toward the masked man.
Xiao Mo closed in, sword in hand. His strikes were fast and dense, like a sudden downpour on plantain leaves, producing a continuous, crisp sound of impact.
"Excellent Sword Technique, sharp Sword Qi, and profound Sword Intent. You might have been able to enter the Immortal Realm. What a pity... how did your foundation become so damaged?" The masked man let out a regretful sigh.
In the next instant, the silver Long Spear aimed straight for Xiao Mo’s heart.
Xiao Mo’s concentration sharpened, and he brought his sword up to block.
The immense force crashed against his sword, driving the blade back into his chest.
BOOM!
Like a cannonball, Xiao Mo was sent flying into the peak of a mountain.
The peak shattered on impact, sending massive boulders tumbling down.
"Master!"
Jiang Qingyi, who was under siege, grew frantic. She wanted to help her master, but the other Blood Butterfly Pavilion disciples blocked her path.
"Get out of the way!"
Jiang Qingyi gripped her longsword, her eyes filled with rage.
"Get out of the way?" Sun Jin smiled. "Miss Jiang, you’re going to die here today. In fact, it’s for the best. Dying without knowing the truth is the Prince’s final act of mercy toward you and the young master."
"What kind of bullshit is that!"
She took a step forward, the properties of her Profound Frost Longsword intertwining with her Sword Qi.
Frost spread out for a li in every direction, with her at the center.
She thrust her sword, its frosty Sword Intent imbued with the ferocity of the Grass Character Sword Intent, and pierced through the heart of a Blood Butterfly Pavilion disciple at the Dragon Gate Realm!
On the other side of the battlefield, the masked man knew Xiao Mo wasn’t dead.
He plunged downward, thrusting with his Long Spear.
Xiao Mo got to his feet, wiping the blood from the corner of his mouth.
His Sword Stance was like the wind sweeping ceaselessly across a grassy plain; it appeared gentle but possessed a tenacious strength. He deflected, neutralized, and redirected the force of the attack, the light of his blade creating the phantom image of a swaying sea of grass.
The masked man was knocked flying by Xiao Mo’s sword, and he plunged his Long Spear into the ground to halt his momentum.
The Long Spear carved a hundred-meter trench through the earth before his back slammed into a tree, finally bringing him to a stop.
The mask on his face had shattered.
He discarded the broken mask and spat out a mouthful of blood.
’I never expected this Cultivator, who’s like a candle flickering in the wind, to still possess such power. He’s truly something else. But he must die here today.’
In the next instant, the man’s Spiritual Power surged, and the Long Spear in his hand erupted with a chilling light.
This was his final move.
With a single thrust, the momentum of the spear coalesced into a long dragon.
"ROOOAR!"