Before he could finish his sentence, he suddenly saw a towering and burly disciple rush out from nowhere. With a double-axe downward chop, he struck down a smug, overly relaxed disciple from the Sever Gold Sect who hadn’t been on guard.
The pretty boy froze for a moment, then his expression changed drastically.
"Enemy attack!"
But before they had time to react, Yang Qianjun charged out, his spear thrusting like a dragon. He stabbed another Sever Gold Sect disciple in the back, toppling him.
Then, Situ Jian’s Li Fire Sword arrived in an instant.
The blazing Li Fire, accompanied by sharp Sword Qi, caught another Sever Gold Sect disciple off-guard and pierced his thigh.
That disciple let out a wail and fell to his knees.
Situ Jian, landing a strike, didn’t pause but immediately channeled all his spiritual power, ready to target the next disciple.
This time, his attacks were particularly vicious, and he thought to himself:
I must help Junior Brother seize the Sever Gold Sword!
That way, Junior Brother won’t eye my Li Fire Sword anymore.
The core disciple from the Sever Gold Sect, the so-called pretty boy, flew into a rage when he saw what was happening. He was about to use Sword Control to fight back, but just as he drew his sword halfway, he felt a sharp pain at the back of his head, and dizziness overwhelmed him.
"A sneak attack with a blunt weapon?!"
The pretty boy was momentarily stunned but quickly reacted, taking out a Golden Body Talisman to activate.
Yet just as he brought out the talisman, a fireball whizzed toward him and exploded on his arm.
The searing pain caused his hand to tremble, and the Golden Body Talisman dropped to the ground. When he aimed to bend down and retrieve it, it was too late.
Hao Xuan had already kicked the talisman away.
On the other side, the ordinary Sever Gold Sect disciples were no match for Cheng Mo and company—experienced, coordinated, and even somewhat groomed under Mo Hua’s influence.
Taken wholly off guard, they were ambushed and subdued in no more than ten rounds. Four disciples were captured, while the remaining three stood trembling, not daring to advance.
Cheng Mo’s group shifted their attention to the pretty boy.
The pretty boy, sensing the situation had turned dire, immediately displayed the Escape Gold Body Skill to flee.
His movement technique was remarkable; in a flash of golden light, he had already leaped several feet away.
Fleeing, he still managed to hurl curses back at them. "Despicable scum, you just wait! Soon I’ll..."
Before he could finish, a flash of blue light appeared—a chain materialized out of nowhere and bound him securely.
The pretty boy was shocked and terrified.
"What kind of spell is this?"
He tried to struggle, but Cheng Mo had already strode up to him, raising his twin axes and pressing them against the pretty boy’s neck.
The pretty boy seethed inwardly and roared:
"You worthless bastards! You..."
Cheng Mo gave him a swift kick. The pretty boy yelped and clutched his stomach, swallowing the rest of his curses.
Mo Hua, unceremoniously and with lightning speed, snatched the Sever Gold Sword from the pretty boy’s waist, tucked it into his own robes, and decisively ordered:
"Retreat!"
He had already sensed that other Sever Gold Sect disciples, alerted by the commotion, were rushing toward their location—and there seemed to be quite a few of them.
Now was the time to retreat, without further entanglement.
Cheng Mo and the others nodded in agreement.
Moments later, the five of them swiftly made their escape.
The pretty boy stood stupefied for a moment. When he looked down, he found that at some point, his Sever Gold Sword was no longer on his waist.
"My sword!"
Fury surged in his chest.
As he looked up again, the surroundings were devoid of people. The group had already vanished.
"You bastards! I won’t let you get away with this!"
He gritted his teeth, cursing.
Moments later, a crowd of Sever Gold Sect disciples surrounded him, expressing concern.
"Brother Song, are you alright?"
The pretty boy’s face was white with anger.
This bunch of useless fools—did he look alright?
His abdomen still burned in pain, but that was the least of his concerns; what mattered now was the Sever Gold Sword.
This was a Spirit Sword he had nurtured for many years and planned to use as the embryo for his Lifebound Spirit Sword.
"My sword was taken!"
When they heard this, the crowd’s expressions grew solemn.