The leader of the black-clad men momentarily froze. When he looked up, he found a slender figure leaping before him with a swish.
Without uttering a word, the young lady extended her hand, and brilliant ice coalesced into a sword, sweeping directly toward his neck.
This ruthlessly efficient attack momentarily sent shivers down the leader's spine, inducing a fleeting sense of panic.
Clang! The black-clad leader instinctively raised his saber to parry Qiao Mu's longsword.
As the snow-white ice crystals encountered the flames on the leader's saber, rather than extinguishing, they emitted a frigid aura. Conversely, the flames enveloping the leader's saber seemed to wane, as if on the verge of being extinguished.
The leader of the black-clad men was horrified and blurted out, "Who are you?"
Although the young lady appeared to be only sixteen or seventeen years old, her assault conveyed a readiness to take a life.
In the Divine Province, one should never underestimate a seemingly youthful individual. It was possible that this "child" concealed the experience of centuries beneath their facade.
However, Qiao Mu paid him no heed. She swung her longsword, manifested as ice, crafting several exquisite sword patterns before thrusting it toward the black-clothed leader's chest.
The small leader clutched a long, gray bundle in one hand. Even at the peak of his abilities, he would likely have been no match for the young lady, let alone facing her with one hand.
Qiao Mu extended her palm and slapped it forward. Her spiritual energy surged forth, causing the long saber in the leader's right hand to fly out and crash onto the ground with a clang.
In a moment of panic, the leader turned and fled, clutching the gray bundle.
With just one step, he felt his legs grow unnaturally weak. The next instant, he knelt on one knee and expelled two mouthfuls of dark blood.
He lowered his head to inspect the spot where the young lady's ice sword had struck him. It was evident that the wound was seeping black and viscous blood, the abnormal coloration indicating poisoning by the assailant.
The leader quivered uncontrollably. Before he could voice a protest, the young lady forcefully kicked him to the ground.
Qiao Mu entertained no explanations and swiftly seized the gray bundle from the man's grasp with a lightning-quick maneuver of her hand.
Her slender fingers delicately unraveled the gray bundle, revealing a cute face adorned with pink cheeks and ivory skin.
Wasn't this the little monk Kongkong, his face fair and his lips rosy?
As Qiao Mu observed the slumbering monk with closed eyes, her heart sank inexplicably.
Kongkong was here?
But what about his family, who resided on the distant Sikong Planet?
Could it be that a formidable adversary had infiltrated Sikong Planet and snatched Kongkong away from his family?
Her emotions churned within her. Contemplating the potential fate of Wei Ziqin and the others on Sikong Star filled her with an overwhelming sense of dread, and an icy aura seemed to emanate from her entire being, intensifying her inner turmoil.
Qiao Mu extended her hand and pressed Kongkong's acupoints. However, observing his plete lack of response only deepened her sense of foreboding.
By this point, Mo Lian had already dealt with the group of black-clad men. In the blink of an eye, she appeared beside Qiao Mu. "Qiaoqiao."
Casting a quick glance at the little monk's condition, he instinctively furrowed his brows. "What's wrong with him?"
"Someone must have drugged them with sleeping pills." Qiao Mu cast a skeptical gaze toward the woman and the carriage driver. The more she scrutinized them, the more dubious they appeared.
"Who are you?" Qiao Mu's gaze turned piercing.
Why had they driven that carriage and absconded with Kongkong in the North Gazing Forest?
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