From their attire, it was clear they were only guards of the Rong Family, yet each possessed the strength of a Seventh-Order Swordsman, and a few beside Rong Tianhai hadn’t made a move yet, their deanor suggesting even greater strength.
In the Capital Region, indeed there were hidden dragons and crouching tigers; Mu Hanyan had never even heard of the Rong Family before, and presumably, it was just a lesser-known small family, yet they had such capabilities.
Old Sir Fang shouted loudly and aid a palm strike at the guard charging at the forefront, but his Qi hadn’t completely unleashed when he bent over, coughing violently—it was clear that he was injured and couldn’t exert much strength.
"Family Head." Several younger mbers quickly stepped forward upon seeing this, clashing with a few Rong Family guards.
However, their own strength was low, and within a few moves, they were toppled to the ground. The guards didn’t stop there; a fierce light flashed in their eyes as they stomped towards their joints with their feet.
"Stop!", just at that mont, Qu Dalin shouted loudly, striking at the nearest guard with his palm.
"Huh, strange, this old god only cares about money and not people, why is he being rciful today?" Mu Hanyan was sowhat astonished.
Seeing Qu Shanling make a move, Huayue and the others didn’t seem inclined to help; this old god was of Great Swordsman might, and besides Mu Hanyan, he was the strongest among them. Besides, the opponents were only a few Seventh-Order Swordsn—there was no need for their help.
"Stop!" Almost simultaneously as Qu Shanling shouted, another childish, angry yell was heard.
"Bang, bang, bang," amidst the dull sounds, several guards were sent flying.
The guard in front of Qu Shanling was sent flying too, but not by his doing. Qu Shanling’s hand stopped mid-air, his face full of astonishnt as he watched the guard being hurled away, then his surprise deepened as he turned towards the newcor.
Mu Hanyan and the others were similarly astonished; it wasn’t too difficult to send those guards flying—they could all do it, but upon seeing who had done it, they found it unbelievable.
What appeared before them was a boy of about seven or eight years old, more precisely, still a child. Though dressed in robust attire looking like a little adult, his features were rosy-cheeked and pure, resembling a charming little porcelain doll.
However, his expression was anything but adorable now.
Gritting his teeth, his eyes wide open, he held a door bolt in both hands, his face full of rage as he posed like a desperate warrior.
The bolt was over three feet long, barely thinner than his thigh; he held it with both hands dragging it behind him diagonally, which looked ridiculously comical. Still, seeing the guards who were knocked unconscious on the spot, no one found it laughable.
These were Seventh-Order Swordsn! To ordinary citizens, they were already considered formidable experts, yet here they were, knocked out by a seven or eight-year-old child.
Innate Divine Strength! Mu Hanyan finally understood what Innate Divine Strength was.
"Who are you?" Rong Tianhai also got a huge shock, but then he steadied his ntal state and stared at Mu Hanyan and the others, asking.
Qu Shanling and the boy had struck at the sa ti, and he assud they were part of the sa group.
Behind him, the guards, no longer as careless as before, all drew their longswords, warily watching Mu Hanyan and the others, as chilling intent and the threat of death emanated from them.
Ninth-Rank Swordsn. Mu Hanyan wasn’t wrong; these people’s strength was indeed much stronger.
"I’m not with them; it has nothing to do with them. If you want soone, co find ." Before Mu Hanyan and the others could even open their mouths, the young boy spoke up, his voice still carrying a childlike tone, yet his deanor was dazzlingly bold and spirited.
"Ah, Little Linzi, didn’t I tell you to stay inside? What are you doing out here?" Old Sir Fang said, both anxious and worried.
"Grandfather, the Fang Family’s matters are my matters too. As a man, how can I shrink away like a coward?" The little guy puffed out his chest, speaking with great gusto; it was unclear whom he had learned it from. Despite his young age, he spoke with the air of a little adult.
"Indeed, heroes erge from the youth. I didn’t expect the Fang Family to have such a descendant. It’s good that I ca today; otherwise, the Fang Family might have actually had a chance to turn things around." Rong Tianhai looked sinisterly at the boy, an eyebrow quirked, and ordered, "Seize him and take him back to please the Family Head!"
After hearing what the young boy and Old Sir Fang had said, he realized this boy was a descendant of the Fang Family and not part of Mu Hanyan’s group. Thus, he didn’t bother to give them another glance.
Several guards moved swiftly behind him, besieging the young boy.
The young boy had just flung several Seventh Rank Swordsn in the air effortlessly, partly due to his innate divine strength and partly because it was a surprise attack; after all, no one expected a re seven or eight-year-old child to possess such astonishing divine power.
Now, however, those who moved against him were Ninth-Order Swordsn, fully prepared this ti. Naturally, they wouldn’t suffer the previous setback. The boy had just raised his door bolt when one of them cut it off with a single sword strike, and then several palms struck towards the boy simultaneously.
The boy shifted his stance and struck back with his palm.
Fifth Rank Swordsman! Mu Hanyan was even more surprised. Apart from his innate divine strength, this child also possessed the strength of a Fifth Rank Swordsman. How on earth did he manage to cultivate that? Could it be he started cultivating from his mother’s womb?
Thinking of her own cultivation level at that age... ahem, more accurately, the absence of cultivation, Mu Hanyan couldn’t help feeling a bit dismayed.
Although the boy had the strength of a Fifth Rank Swordsman and innate divine strength, he was still just a child, and how could he contend with several Ninth-Order Swordsn? With a muffled groan, the boy was sent flying, his face turning deathly pale.
The Ninth-Order Swordsn didn’t pause, continuously laying palms on him, evidently wary of him and intending to maim him severely before taking him back to the Rong Family.
"Stop!" Shan Ling roared furiously, leaping forward.
"Attack!" Mu Hanyan said coldly.
Although she disliked ddling, seeing several Ninth-Order Swordsn ganging up on a re seven or eight-year-old child was sothing she couldn’t just stand by and watch.
As her words fell, Huayue and Zirong stepped forward, having not bullied anyone in a long ti; they were sowhat unaccustod to it.
Jiang Yuzhe also let out a strange yell, his figure flickered, and he vanished.
"Ah..." Soon, a series of ghastly wails, like ghostly howls, echoed through the air.
Demon Sword, Demon Sword, and Ghost Sword, the three great scourges in another realm known to stop children’s nightti cries, their infamy was well-earned.
Although they were all Ninth Rank Swordsn, the fierceness of Huayue, the malevolence of Zirong, and the unpredictability of Jiang Yuzhe were incomparable to other swordsn of the sa rank. And not to ntion, they were assisted by the Great Swordsman.
"How dare you interfere in the affairs of my Rong Family? Are you tired of living?" Seeing his n being beaten and wailing on the ground, Rong Tianhai was both shocked and furious, bellowing with a nacing expression.
Judging by their attire, he guessed that Mu Hanyan and her group were from afar. Otherwise, why would they dare to ddle in his Rong Family’s affairs?
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