Targeted at every turn, calculated against step by step, falling deeper into others’ traps, a sense of overwhelming despair surged in his heart.
Crossing River Dragon’s face turned pale, and he cursed furiously:
“Damn it, who the hell are you?!”
“Are you the Taoist Court’s running dogs?”
“Or are you friends from the underworld?”
“Who set up this Formation, who plotted against me in secret?!”
Crossing River Dragon cursed as he struggled, but ultimately, relying on his Foundation Building Middle Stage cultivation, he broke free from the Earthen Burial Formation.
Mo Hua remained silent and simply waved her hand.
Cheng Mo raised his axes, Situ Jian summoned his Li Fire Sword, and Yang Qianjun gripped his spear.
Hao Xuan then raised a stick — he originally didn’t use a stick; like the sons of other noble families, he too used a sword, but in actual combat, he found his unremarkable swordsmanship useless, and that a stick was more effective.
The four of them began their siege on Crossing River Dragon.
Crossing River Dragon, filled with rage, engaged in battle with Cheng Mo and the others, but after a moment, he felt a shock in his heart.
Are these… a bunch of kids?
They looked like a group of novices who had just joined a Sect, with merely Foundation Establishment Early Stage cultivation?
Impossible!
Crossing River Dragon’s pupils constricted.
How could a group of inexperienced kids set up such a tight killing game?
Not to mention the meticulous Formations…
Behind these kids, there must be a highly skilled Formation Master, scheming deeply and with seasoned tactics?
Who was this person?
Did he plot to kill him for the rewards from the Taoist Court, for merit points from the Sect, to seek vengeance, or perhaps…
He knew my secret?
A chill ran down Crossing River Dragon’s spine.
He thought of running away, but it was already too late, and he had no chance.
Cheng Mo and the others were no pushovers.
If it were Crossing River Dragon in his prime, hiding in the water and stirring up storms, they would certainly not be his match.
But now that Crossing River Dragon had been on land, becoming a “land dragon”, weakened by Mo Hua’s Formations, his abilities greatly diminished, how could he be a match for Cheng Mo and the others?
Mo Hua did not make a move, merely deploying concealment, sitting on a large tree, observing Crossing River Dragon’s movements, guarding against his escape.
The rest could surely be handled by Cheng Mo and his companions.
Indeed, within half an hour, Hao Xuan suddenly moved and broke Crossing River Dragon’s right hand.
Crossing River Dragon cried out in pain as the Three Jiao Claws fell to the ground with a clang.
Yang Qianjun took the opportunity to spear Crossing River Dragon in the left leg, while Situ Jian maneuvered the Li Fire Sword to pierce through Crossing River Dragon’s right leg.
Crossing River Dragon groaned twice, cold sweat pouring down.
Cheng Mo delivered a kick from behind, causing Crossing River Dragon to kneel down, and then rested his two large axes on Crossing River Dragon’s neck.
This Foundation Building Middle Stage, notorious for underwater assassinations near Mistwater River, “Crossing River Dragon”, was thus subdued.
The participants in the battle couldn’t help but breathe a sigh of relief.
Mo Hua nodded, about to show herself, wanting to let Crossing River Dragon experience the “Formation Iron Plate” that she had iterated and improved upon several times, to see if she could pry some secrets from Crossing River Dragon’s mouth.
But before she could jump down from the tree, her gaze suddenly turned cold and she crisply warned:
“Cheng Mo, be careful!”
Cheng Mo was startled by the words, then quickly sensed the danger and swiftly turned sideways, bringing his two large axe heads in front of him.
A sharp golden Sword Qi came from afar, instantly slicing through the air and striking Cheng Mo’s axe.
The golden light was resplendent, the Sword Qi clear and pure.
Cheng Mo’s large axe blocked the Sword Qi, but the residual Spiritual Power still caused his hands to go numb, and he staggered back three steps.
Cheng Mo, now standing firm and both shocked and angry, cursed:
“Who’s the asshole attacking from the shadows?!”
“Watch your mouth!”
A young but gloomy voice came from the distance.
Moments later, a group of cultivators slowly walked over, with a young man in golden brocade leading them, his skin fair but his eyes arrogant.
“A bunch of brats, even dare to snatch this young master’s ‘prey’?”