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"Not leaving, this is a good opportunity. Success or failure hinges on this moment, how can we leave?" Ling Mo Xie stopped and said to Hong Chi.
At that moment, however, an unexpected change occurred as several newly arrived Sword Cultivators suddenly looked in the direction of Ling Mo Xie.
"Hmph! So it's just two little pests. Let's deal with them first to avoid letting them benefit from our efforts!" The leading Sword Cultivator coldly snorted and fixed his icy gaze on Ling Mo Xie.
With a light wave of his hand, a sharp Sword Light appeared out of nowhere and slashed towards Ling Mo Xie. Strangely, his Flying Sword was clearly underfoot; where did this Sword Light come from?
However, at this moment, Ling Mo Xie had no time to ponder these questions because along with the Sword Light came an overwhelming pressure.
The aura of the leading Sword Cultivator was as cold and fierce as the icy Sword Light. Unlike the pressure from ordinary Cultivators, which felt like a mountain pressing down, the pressure from this Sword Cultivator felt like a gigantic sword cleaving down towards him, piercing through his spirit like thousands of swords, causing immense pain.
Nevertheless, both types of pressure had a similar effect on Ling Mo Xie. Under the oppressive force of the Sword Cultivator, he found himself unable to move, only able to watch helplessly as the sharp Sword Light came crashing down towards him.
Ling Mo Xie's pupils constricted instantly. Damn it, could it be? Was he really unable to escape this calamity? He still had the System and plenty of wonderful times ahead!
At that moment, a surge of fear and unwillingness towards death flooded Ling Mo Xie's heart. He couldn't gauge the cultivation level of this Sword Cultivator but could feel the immense power of the approaching Sword Light!
If he couldn't dodge it, it would definitely wipe out his Health Points in an instant. He wondered if the Blood Pool could replenish them in time.
Even if it could be replenished, he would probably be in worse shape afterward. It was obvious that this Sword Cultivator wasn't using his full strength; if he survived this attack, he might have to "die" several more times!
Damn it! This is what they call being defeated before achieving success; it brings tears to heroes' eyes! Ling Mo Xie felt deep regret; he should have listened to Hong Chi and found a city to rest in earlier or simply left before these Sword Cultivators arrived!
But there was no medicine for regret in this world. Ling Mo Xie could only widen his eyes and watch as the fatal attack approached him.
"Hmph! Truly an insignificant little worm. Don't mind him; the Black Cloud Python's lightning tribulation is about to begin. Get into formation and don't let it escape!" As the Sword Light was about to strike Ling Mo Xie, the leading Sword Cultivator glanced coldly at him and instructed the others.
The people behind him nodded in agreement, but one suddenly changed expression as he looked at Ling Mo Xie and said to the leading Sword Cultivator, "Senior Brother, please show mercy; he... he's my friend!"
At that moment, when the person spoke, it was already too late. Even if the leading Sword Cultivator personally intervened, it might not be possible to save Ling Mo Xie from his own attack.
Ling Mo Xie could even feel the piercing light of the Sword Light beginning to drain his Health Points. He had resigned himself and closed his eyes, only to find that the decrease in Health Points suddenly stopped.
Opening his eyes, he saw that he had been carried away by the flaming Hong Chi, escaping the range of the Sword Light's attack.
At this time, Hong Chi's voice also came through: "Boss, are you okay? That guy is really Not Bad; he scared me so much that I didn't react in time."
"What do you mean..." Ling Mo Xie said with some confusion, as Hong Chi was also within the oppressive influence of that person!
"Hehe!" Hong Chi smiled proudly and said, "Fire is formless; what does his pressure matter? Let's go!"
With that, he took Ling Mo Xie and began to flee into the distance.
The leading Sword Cultivator was momentarily stunned when he heard someone behind him asking him to spare them. By the time he regained his senses, he saw Ling Mo Xie being carried away by a ball of fire into the distance, while the child who had been next to Ling Mo Xie had already vanished.
With a cold snort, he asked in a deep voice, "What happened? We finally found the giant python about to transform into a flood dragon; we can't let anyone ruin this. Who was that person?"
As he spoke, he flicked his fingers, and dozens of Lightsabers shot toward Hong Chi and Ling Mo Xie at high speed. Just as Ling Mo Xie was about to summon Xiao Peng, he was shocked to find that he and Hong Chi were already surrounded by Lightsabers, forcing Hong Chi to stop.
"Huang Shixiong, they are my friends. I guarantee they won't interfere with our actions; just let them watch from the side!" The person who had spoken earlier behind the leading Sword Cultivator said again as Ling Mo Xie and Hong Chi were surrounded by Sword Light.
"Hmph, Nan Shidi, you are the Sect Leader's favored disciple. Since they are your friends, I suppose I can give you some face." The man referred to as Huang Shixiong glanced at the speaker and snorted lightly. With a wave of his hand, all the Lightsabers vanished into thin air.
Ling Mo Xie and Hong Chi had originally planned to fight desperately; even if they were to die, they would take a couple down with them. Seeing that the man suddenly retracted his Lightsabers left them puzzled. They exchanged glances—could this guy have some kind of scheme?
Just moments ago, he had come in without a word and started attacking; now he inexplicably withdrew his assault?
While Ling Mo Xie and Hong Chi were confused, another familiar voice reached Ling Mo Xie's ears: "Ling Da Ge, come over! It's been such a long time!"
Ling Mo Xie was puzzled and looked at Hong Chi, hesitatingly saying, "Shall we go take a look?"
The two hesitated for a moment and approached the group of Sword Cultivators. One of the Sword Cultivators flew out and smiled at Ling Mo Xie, who had originally appeared cold, saying, "Brother Ling, I didn't expect to see you again in such a situation."
Ling Mo Xie looked at the Sword Cultivator and suddenly seemed to realize something. A joyful expression appeared on his face as he patted the Sword Cultivator on the shoulder, saying, "Nan Jianjun! So it's you, I haven't seen you in a long time. You've changed so much that I almost didn't recognize you!"
"I really do know him!" Hong Chi muttered, feeling a bit more relaxed.
"Yes! It's me. Brother Ling, are you alright? Did you get hurt?" Nan Jianjun asked with a relieved expression, smiling at Ling Mo Xie.
"Tch! He's just Nan Shidi's poor relative, really uncouth and rude!"
"Exactly! You all know that our Nan Shidi, isn't it..."
"Keep your voices down; Nan Shidi is not someone we can..."
Seeing the friendly exchange between Ling Mo Xie and Nan Jianjun, the other Sword Cultivators began to whisper among themselves.
Ling Mo Xie noticed that Nan Jianjun's expression stiffened for a moment but then returned to a calm smile as he said to Ling Mo Xie, "Brother Ling, what brings you here? It would be dangerous to encounter the Black Cloud Python alone."
Observing that Nan Jianjun had no intention of addressing the other Sword Cultivators, Ling Mo Xie felt it inappropriate to say much more. After all, it was an internal matter of their sect, and he had no standing to intervene, especially since he lacked the strength to do so.
Listening to Nan Jianjun's inquiry, Ling Mo Xie explained his purpose for coming clearly. Given the current situation, he might need to rely on him to obtain the Nine-Leaf Dragon Snake Herb.
After hearing Ling Mo Xie's explanation, Nan Jianjun nodded and said, "I see. Don't worry; I'll go talk to Huang Shixiong. He will give me this favor."
"Huang Shixiong, there might be a type of Spiritual Medicine, the Nine-Leaf Dragon Snake Herb, in that cave. Since we came here for the Black Cloud Python, how about letting my friend have that Spiritual Medicine?" Nan Jianjun turned to address the leading Sword Cultivator.
That Huang Shixiong glanced disdainfully at Ling Mo Xie, saying, "How can that be? We worked hard to kill the Black Cloud Python. Why should he get the spoils for free? Even if you are a Sect Master Disciple, that can't be done!"
"Exactly! Unless he can offer something of equivalent value, but... looking at his shabby appearance, I doubt he can produce anything. However, Nan Shidi, you are different. If you really are good friends, why not use the sword technique manual that Sect Leader gave you a few days ago as a trade?"
Upon hearing Huang Shixiong's words, one of the Sword Cultivators chimed in sarcastically, their gaze towards Nan Jianjun practically glowing with desire. It seemed they believed Nan Jianjun had plenty of valuable items.
Ling Mo Xie observed everything before him and frowned. It appeared that Nan Jianjun was not having an easy time within the Sect either!
These damn Sword Cultivators dared to look down on him. Given the chance, he would definitely teach them a lesson about not judging a book by its cover!
Ling Mo Xie narrowed his eyes, deeply committing the appearances of these individuals to memory. Just because he couldn't defeat them now didn't mean he wouldn't settle the score later!
"Hmph! What are you looking at? You should be focusing on Nan Shidi. Use your so-called deep friendship to plead with him for the Spiritual Medicine you want! Haha! This is probably the only thing pathetic low-level characters like you can do!"
Seemingly sensing Ling Mo Xie's gaze, one of the Sword Cultivators crossed his arms and spoke arrogantly to Ling Mo Xie, occasionally flashing a mocking smile.
"You!" Hong Chi, known for his fiery temperament, had already endured their previous taunts, but upon hearing this, his face flushed red as he raised his arm to point at the Sword Cultivators, looking ready to fight.
Ling Mo Xie firmly grasped Hong Chi's shoulder, gazing deeply at the Sword Cultivator, while his other hand clenched tightly at his side, veins bulging on the back of his hand.
Hong Chi glanced at Ling Mo Xie, snorted, and shrugged off his hand, sulking to the side with crossed arms.
Hearing Huang Shixiong's response and the mocking remarks from his fellow disciples, Nan Jianjun's expression turned stern as he finally couldn't hold back any longer. "That's enough! I've tolerated you long enough; don't push me to my limits!"
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