The rain fell harder and harder, pounding the ground with a roar, water splashing into mist, obscuring vision more and more, within Xuanhu Sect, raindrops slapped the ground with a patter, the splashes were red.
All around the carriage, there were corpses everywhere,
Blood flowed into the puddles, staining the ground a deep red.
The battle was nearing its end,
Among Mo Yan’an’s guards, only Yan Shan, this Fifth Realm Great Cultivator, still persisted, clutching a long sword, covered in blood, his clothes were in tatters, and his wounds were shocking.
However, Mo Zhening’s n also suffered heavy casualties, only five or six were still standing, others were either corpses or lying in the rain, groaning in pain.
Yan Shan’s figure was slightly hunched, one hand resting on the carriage railing, the other gripping the long sword stuck in the ground, his head lowered as he gasped heavily, this recent bloodbath was quite miserable.
Mo Zhening held an umbrella,
The great cultivators standing beside him also weren’t in good shape, even the two Fifth Realm Great Cultivators were seriously injured,
However, the inevitable conclusion was reached,
Mo Yan’an’s guard had only Yan Shan barely hanging on, not a match.
"Big brother!"
The downpour washed down, streaming along the umbrella’s edges like a waterfall, Mo Zhening looked at the carriage and said: "You’ve lost!"
The empty city was very quiet, only the endless sound of falling rain.
That carriage, filled with feathered arrows, shook slightly, a red oil paper umbrella peeked out from the curtains, slowly unfolded.
Mo Yan’an appeared calm, stepped off the carriage, glanced at the chaos around, slowly landed, stepping in the bloody water, and looked at Mo Zhening, smiling slightly: "Old Fourth, you, hesitant for decades, this ti, you truly surprised , you’ve improved a lot."
"Thanks to your urging, big brother," Mo Zhening said deeply, "However, big brother, I really don’t like this attitude of yours, ever since we were young, you always looked down on from above, even now, you’re still like this, don’t you think it’s inappropriate now?"
Mo Yan’an wore a smile like basking in the spring breeze, shook his head slightly, and said: "You, from childhood to adulthood, never accepted , always wanting to compete with , yet, you never won, still unwilling to concede."
Mo Zhening said coldly: "But in the end, I’m the one who won, isn’t it?"
Mo Yan’an chuckled softly, his expression turned stern, and said: "Old Fourth, let go now, I’ll let bygones be bygones."
"Ridiculous," Mo Zhening said angrily, "At this point, you’re still putting on this act for whom? Are you trying to stall for ti? Big brother, face reality, you’ve lost!"
After speaking, Mo Zhening gestured slightly,
Imdiately, a group of experts moved.
Mo Yan’an sighed softly, calmly saying: "Old Fourth, for decades, you still haven’t changed, why do you always think you can beat ? Have you forgotten what I said to you five years ago?
I’m your elder brother, as long as I’m here, you, must obey!"
Mo Zhening was stunned for a mont,
In the next mont, his expression changed,
In the curtain of rain, a feathered arrow suddenly shot from afar,
The arrow carried white torrents, swiftly traversing the heavy rain, piercing through raindrops, enveloped in a long misty trail, crossed the city wall,
This arrow seed to defy ti, ignoring distance,
In rely a mont, it was beneath Xuanhu Sect, its sturdy arrowhead piercing through a Fifth Realm Great Cultivator’s chest, bringing forth an exaggerated spray of blood, instantly passed through the chest.
At this mont, everyone was astonished,
That Fifth Realm Great Cultivator looked down in disbelief at the fist-sized bloody hole in his chest, blood trickled from the corner of his mouth, collapsing in disbelief.
In the next instant,
Amidst the dim rain, several more feathered arrows appeared,
Sounding with roars, those arrows traversed the rain wildly, appearing and vanishing instantly, gale raged above, willow catkins scattered and mixed into the rain in a wild dance.
"Clang" "Clang"
Amidst several tal clanging sounds, followed by a series of screams,
Those rapidly scattering feathered arrows whistled, slicing through the rain curtain unexpectedly and without warning.
Mo Zhening’s face turned pale,
The few great cultivators beside him fell one after another,
The Tian Family’s Fifth Realm Great Cultivator, nad Tian Xuan, arranged in Canglan City by the Tian Family to handle Mo Zhening’s affairs, a fad Fifth Realm Great Cultivator, and a veteran of the Martial World.
He released a strong aura from his body, the rain mist swirled vigorously, he extended his hand, caught a feathered arrow, and was carried several yards away by the imnse force.
He quickly discarded the arrow, his hand a bloody ss, the torn skin faintly showed burns, caused by the energy from the friction between his palm and the arrow.
"Young Master, retreat!"
Tian Xuan discarded the arrow, in that instant, two great cultivators blocked Mo Zhening, and one of them pushed backward, sending Mo Zhening flying,
While Tian Xuan turned into a residual shadow at that mont, catching Mo Zhening, carrying him quickly in a run, leaving a fleeting silhouette in the pouring rain.
Mo Yan’an watched the two escape, chuckled softly,
At that mont, two feathered arrows transford into streaks of light, directly piercing through the necks of the two remaining great cultivators under Mo Zhening’s command, instantly falling to the ground.
Simultaneously, a figure descended from the sky,
A middle-aged man in black, holding a silver-white longbow, with a quiver at his waist, slowly landing beside Mo Yan’an, he cupped his hands and said: "Young Master, don’t worry, they won’t get away!"
The heavily injured Yan Shan saw the archer and remarked impolitely: "I know your Arrow Concealnt Archery and Qinggong are peerless in the world, but don’t be too arrogant, be careful not to let Mo Zhening escape for real, Tian Xuan’s Qinggong isn’t bad either."
The archer glanced at Yan Shan without speaking but looked toward Mo Yan’an.
Mo Yan’an nodded slightly.
The archer quickly transford into a stream of light and vanished.
Yan Shan took a heavy breath and said: "Arrow Concealnt’s Qinggong is indeed rare in the world."
Mo Yan’an chuckled: "If it weren’t, how could he sneak into the city unnoticed past Old Fourth and Bai Jiu’Er’s spies?"
Yan Shan nodded, then added: "However, Young Master, we should follow along, Arrow Concealnt’s ability is strong, but too arrogant, I’m worried he’ll trip up."
Mo Yan’an looked at the downpour, nodded, discarded the oil paper umbrella, drew a long sword from the carriage, braving the rain forward.
"Is everything arranged well in the mansion?"
"Young Master, rest assured, over there, it’s just Gu Zhan being slightly tricky, but with Senior Liu Xifan there, he can’t stir up any trouble!"
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