Feng Qingshui stood there with the deanor of a fox pretending to be a tiger. Although there was no tiger to support him, he was, after all, an old fox, making these soldiers mistakenly believe he harbored a tiger within.
Mo Ningxiang was a bit bewildered, not understanding what Feng Qingshui ant.
"Co here quickly."
Seeing the soldiers starting to fear him, cautiously opening a path for them to leave, Feng Qingshui was anxious as Mo Ningxiang continued to dawdle.
Mo Kun understood Feng Qingshui's intention, quickly pushing Mo Ningxiang to Feng Qingshui's side.
"Go first, I'll cover the rear."
Feng Qingshui leaned close to their ears, whispering.
"No, if we go, we go together." Mo Ningxiang imdiately protested.
How could they leave Feng Qingshui behind!
He was so gravely injured now, clearly on the verge of exhaustion, his strength depleted. Leaving Feng Qingshui behind at this mont would be tantamount to dooming him.
Absolutely impossible.
"We go together." She looked unwaveringly at Feng Qingshui, biting her lip as she spoke.
Her heart was a mix of emotions, having already lost her father Mo Chen, she could not lose Feng Qingshui too. Otherwise, when Lin Fan left, who could she rely on?
Feng Qingshui saw the tears in Mo Ningxiang's eyes, and his heart thumped.
He knew well.
If he didn't agree, Mo Ningxiang would never leave.
He smiled gently, affectionately patting Mo Ningxiang's head like a daughter.
"You go first, I'll follow shortly. I'm staying just to montarily scare them off. If an opportunity arises, I will surely catch up with you."
"Are you sure?"
"I'm sure."
"No lying."
"Absolutely."
Mo Kun glanced at the surrounding soldiers, eyeing them nacingly, and shivered, urgently whispering to Mo Ningxiang, "Clan Leader, we must leave here quickly. This is no place for chatting; once we're safe, you can talk all you want."
Feng Qingshui agreed, "Mo Kun is right, this place is unsuitable for lingering. You leave quickly, I'll follow shortly, I promise."
However.
Feng Qingshui knew his promise lacked any firmness.
That's why he sounded weak.
Yet, even weakly, he needed to convince Mo Ningxiang, or if she really stayed, the hard-fought path of escape would be wasted.
"Head for the Heavenly Clan Main City, blend into the crowd, and Dongn Buju won't be able to find you. Once I'm out of danger, I will join you."
Mo Ningxiang's jaw trembled, wanting to say sothing but not knowing where to begin.
Feng Qingshui's plan was flawless, without a crack, so perfect that even she could find no fault.
"Okay... Feng Lao, you must stay safe. I'll wait for you in the Heavenly Clan Main City."
"Let's go, Clan Leader."
Impatiently, Mo Kun pulled Mo Ningxiang toward the Heavenly Clan Main City.
Those Heavenly Clan soldiers, unwilling to let prey slip away, moved to chase after them.
But the mont they moved, a chilling aura blocked their way.
"Want to leave? First, get past !"
Feng Qingshui smirked coldly, scanning each Heavenly Clan soldier's face, his intent to kill palpable.
Seeing Mo Ningxiang running further until almost disappearing from sight, everyone started whispering.
"They're getting away, hurry and act!"
"If you're so tough, you go first."
"Damn it, this isn't just my problem. Letting them go ans losing your head too!"
"Not just , you're cunning, trying to let us die while you sit back and reap rewards."
"What did you say? Do you want to die?"
While arguing, the Heavenly Clan soldiers almost ca to blows.
Feng Qingshui, helplessly raising an eyebrow, sheathed his sword, watching as two groups clashed, with no one paying attention to him.
Since that's the case.
"Farewell then."
Feng Qingshui said softly, cupping his fists in salute, and just like that, his figure disappeared from the soldiers' view as his words ended.
Still arguing, the Heavenly Clan soldiers turned to find Feng Qingshui gone.
They were about twenty and couldn't even hold off a re three people, letting one be killed.
They blinked dumbfounded, exchanging puzzled glances.
"What are you standing around for? Chase!"
Soone shouted, snapping them out of their confusion.
With a clatter.
The soldiers imdiately let go of each other, grabbed their discarded weapons, and hurried after Feng Qingshui.
Hearing the shouts behind her, Mo Ningxiang turned back, feeling a surge of joy.
Feng Qingshui hadn't lied to her; he truly kept his word and caught up.
"Feng Lao."
"Quickly, we're about to reach the Main City. Hear the noise inside? There must be millions; blend into the crowd and you'll be safe. Then move ahead with all your might until you find Lin Fan."
"Okay."
Mo Ningxiang nodded with a smile, not noticing Feng Qingshui's tone was oddly like a farewell. Too caught up in happiness, she failed to rember the soldiers chasing them.
Feng Qingshui gave Mo Kun a look.
Mo Kun instantly understood, sighing heavily and nodding.
Getting closer to the Main City, the soldiers closed in. After all, Mo Ningxiang was a woman, and Feng Qingshui was gravely injured, slowing them down. These soldiers, hardened by years of battle, were naturally formidable.
The Heavenly Clan Main City lood ahead!
Suddenly, Feng Qingshui stopped in his tracks, watching Mo Ningxiang and Mo Kun disappear into the distance.
Mo Ningxiang imdiately sensed the familiar presence missing; turning back, she saw Feng Qingshui hadn't followed.
"Feng Lao?!"
She halted, bewildered and shocked.
"Clan Leader, go. Otherwise, they'll catch up." Mo Kun, without hesitation, pulled Mo Ningxiang by the arm, this was Feng Qingshui's final directive, one he had to follow.
"But Feng Lao..."
"Quick, go!"
Tears welled up, streaming down Mo Ningxiang's face as she let Mo Kun pull her away, her eyes fixed on Feng Qingshui's loving, fatherly smile.
Feng Qingshui waved to Mo Ningxiang in farewell.
He did not break his promise, yet to ensure Mo Ningxiang's safety, he had to stay behind.
Taking one last look at Mo Ningxiang, Feng Qingshui turned, facing the twenty or so approaching Heavenly Clan soldiers.
This ti, the Heavenly Clan soldiers didn't hesitate, all rushing forward.
"Seeking death!"
Feng Qingshui swiftly drew the Silver Sword, a violent aura erupting, knocking back the attacking soldiers.
He glanced back; Mo Kun had already led Mo Ningxiang into the crowd, quickly disappearing in the sea of people.
Before disappearing, Mo Ningxiang saw the soldiers again charging at Feng Qingshui.
This ti.
Feng Qingshui was trapped, tiredly raising his sword, struggling against the two-dozen attackers.
Gradually, he seed unable to resist, his dark blood was covered red again and turned dark once more, fading with a palpable sense of desolation and tragedy, until he collapsed little by little.
A mountain, just like that, crumbled.
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