The resolute attitude and forceful tone exuded an air of heroic spirit.
She thought this single sentence would move Mo Qi to tears.
To her surprise, Mo Qi suddenly turned his head and looked at her. "Are you masochistic, woman? When did I ever admit you were on my team? Hurry back to your own group."
Linghu Xiaoxian was stunned by his words. She had always been flattered and admired, never subjected to such venomous abuse.
She stood there, trembling with anger, her fists clenched so tightly her knuckles creaked.
Meanwhile, Liang Sanjin and the others erupted in harsh laughter. "Hahaha..." they roared, doubled over with mirth.
Suddenly, Mo Qi transformed into a point of light and slipped through the gap between Tan Zaihuang and Ju Ren, then rapidly sped forward.
By the time these few people reacted, Mo Qi had already fled a considerable distance.
Mo Qi wasn't truly fleeing, merely executing a strategic retreat.
His objective was clear: to find opportunities and defeat them one by one.
That was precisely how he had dealt with over twenty prodigies at Mount Shura.
With only five here, it shouldn't be too difficult.
More importantly, by fleeing, he had at least ensured Linghu Xiaoxian's safety.
As expected, upon seeing Mo Qi flee, the others immediately gave chase without hesitation.
No one was targeting Linghu Xiaoxian anymore!
She would be angered to death sooner or later anyway!
Although Linghu Xiaoxian was capricious and willful, she understood that Mo Qi's insult was a way to save her.
However, insulting people was wrong!
Especially when it was so vicious!
Unforgivable!
Mo Qi followed the mountain path, winding left and right, and unknowingly entered a swamp.
Flying overhead, he didn't have to worry about sinking into the mud.
At this moment, countless tentacles suddenly emerged from the swamp, lashing out at Mo Qi. Mo Qi dodged rapidly, but the tentacles were dense and numerous.
No matter how agile he was, he was still ensnared by two of them.
The tentacles then rapidly contracted, yanking him downwards, nearly tearing him apart.
He struggled with all his might but couldn't break free, and the grip only tightened.
Moreover, other tentacles seized the opportunity to sweep towards him.
At this moment, a ground-shaking roar emanated from the swamp.
Looking down, Mo Qi saw a mouth-like appendage growing from the swamp, dark and vast as a house.
The giant mouth gaped open, directly facing Mo Qi!
And Mo Qi's body was being pulled towards that gaping maw.
If he fell in, he would likely be finished.
Mo Qi's mind raced!
"Pangu's Divine Power!"
Several beams of light flashed in succession, each fleeting but connected, like lightning, flickering on and off.
The tentacles snapped into pieces.
Mo Qi seized the opportunity to once again unleash his Golden Light Shrinking Ground Technique and darted away.
He weaved through the tentacles, moving east and west, up and down, with effortless grace.
He transformed into a point of light and sped away, drawing out countless tentacles that stretched infinitely, chasing him relentlessly.
The tentacles grew wildly, extending endlessly in the direction of the light.
Meanwhile, not far behind him, Liang Sanjin and the others found themselves in the same predicament.
Tentacles swarmed towards them.
Liang Sanjin deployed a crescent-shaped artifact called the Profound Moon Mirror. Empowered by spiritual energy, it emitted divine light with the power to dissolve and devour, spinning relentlessly, leaving no escape.
Huyan Ming wielded a sword named the Clear Wind Sword. Empowered by spiritual energy, it radiated divine light. Combined with his agile footwork, it moved like a phantom, striking unseen.
Lian Xun employed a whip-like artifact, the Thousand Bead Myriad Blade Whip. Its body was adorned with countless barbs and beads. The beads emitted black mist, rapidly corroding anyone caught within, reducing them to ash.
The myriad barbs could be used in conjunction with the whip. Striking a person, a swift pull would strip away their entire skin.
With a flick of the whip, the myriad barbs could also be sprayed out, dense and unavoidable.
Tan Zaihuang wielded a jar-shaped artifact, Ju Ren a judge's brush, and Zhang Sheng a sword, each with their own strengths.
Liang Sanjin and the others unleashed their artifacts, repelling the tentacles one by one. In truth, most of these individuals harbored desires for Linghu Xiaoxian. However, seeing her proximity to Mo Qi earlier had inexplicably fueled their animosity.
Now that Mo Qi had fled, these men vied to protect her, surrounding Linghu Xiaoxian and deploying their artifacts to fend off the tentacles.
Trapped in the center, Linghu Xiaoxian remained unharmed without lifting a finger.
Mo Qi flew over the swamp and entered a cave dwelling.
At this moment, the sounds of fighting reached him. Mo Qi quickened his pace and rushed forward.
Gradually, he discerned the figures fighting ahead.
It was Hong Jianxin and another disciple.
He wondered why he hadn't seen Hong Jianxin earlier; so he had come here.
But why was he fighting that person?
Upon closer inspection, he saw that the other person's eyes were bloodshot, his gaze vacant, and his teeth bared as if he had gone mad.
This scene felt eerily familiar!
Hong Jianxin, while defending himself, anxiously called out, "Wan Feng, wake up! Have you gone mad? Why are you attacking me?"
Wan Feng seemed not to hear him at all, relentlessly attacking without restraint.
Hong Jianxin continued to defend himself while trying to reason with him.
Wan Feng was possessed; reasoning with him was futile.
It seemed he needed to help.
Mo Qi seized an opportunity and fired two streams of energy at Wan Feng. Wan Feng's attention was entirely focused on Hong Jianxin, completely oblivious to Mo Qi. He was pierced through the chest.
A phantom figure floated out of Wan Feng's body!
Wan Feng collapsed to the ground, struggling feebly.
The phantom figure gradually coalesced into a human shape, that of a woman!
It was her again, how could he encounter her everywhere?
Mo Qi's nose began to bleed again!
The shadowy figure grew angry. "You scoundrel, you don't even spare Yin spirits!"
With that, her form began to fade, disappearing into the air.
Wan Feng struggled to his feet, only to discover a hole in his chest. He swayed unsteadily, his face a mask of confusion. "Sect Leader Hong, what happened to me?"
Hong Jianxin sighed. "You were likely possessed by a Yin spirit just now."
He then glanced at Mo Qi, hesitating to speak further.
Indeed, Wan Feng's injury was his doing. However, if Mo Qi hadn't intervened, he himself would likely have been locked in a mutually destructive battle with Wan Feng, resulting in both their deaths.
Therefore, Mo Qi had actually saved him!
He found himself unsure how to describe the current situation.
At this moment, the group from behind them sequentially crossed the swamp and were speeding towards them.
Mo Qi hastily took flight and rushed forward, making his escape!
Suddenly, he heard a dripping sound. Looking up, he saw white liquid falling from the cave ceiling into a stone pool below.
As Mo Qi watched, the last drop of white liquid seemed to fall. The cave ceiling was now dry, and no more water dripped.
The stone pool was precisely full, any more water would overflow.
Wan Feng, filled with excitement, rushed forward. "This is Nine Heavens Jade Dew! Consuming it greatly enhances one's cultivation. It only drips once a year, one pool at a time, extremely rare."
Speaking, Wan Feng endured the intense pain in his body and sprinted forward, taking out a pre-prepared bottle and placing it in the pool to collect the liquid.
His item appeared to be an artifact. It plunged into the pool like a water buffalo, and with a single draw, the water level in the pool dropped by half a finger.
Hong Jianxin was not to be outdone. He quickly ran over, also taking out a bottle and placing it in the pool to collect the water.
I don't have a bottle!
Mo Qi panicked!
However, his reaction was swift, and he quickly thought of a solution. "Thousand Miles of Ice!"
The temperature in the entire space plummeted, and the air gradually condensed into water droplets. Da Feng Novel Network.
In an instant, the pool of water turned to ice.
The two men hadn't yet reacted, still attempting to fill their bottles, but to no avail.
While they were stunned, Mo Qi grabbed the entire block of ice and placed it into his storage bag.
Then, under the astonished gazes of the two men, Mo Qi took flight and sped away.
Even the water in their bottles had turned to ice, and it was all pulled out and taken with him.
The two men's efforts had been in vain.
"Mo Qi, you're asking for death! Stop right there!" Hong Jianxin was the first to react and immediately gave chase.
Wan Feng followed closely behind.
Liang Sanjin and the others, who had caught up, saw that the stone pool was dry. They assumed the three ahead had divided the Nine Heavens Jade Dew and were enraged, their figures accelerating in pursuit.
Meanwhile, Mo Qi had reached the edge of the third level. Seeing the menacing expressions of his pursuers, he knew that if they caught him, they would tear him to shreds.
Without hesitation, Mo Qi leaped down.
As he descended, he felt pressure from all directions, as if a spatial formation was trying to crush him into a patty, threatening to tear his soul from his body.
This time, he felt unprecedented pressure. Indeed, the pressure increased with each level, and he felt as if he might not survive.
However, he then considered that this was a process of natural selection. If he endured it, and the people behind him happened to die at this critical juncture, wouldn't that mean fewer enemies to contend with?
This was a good thing!
Thus, his gaze became resolute, and he descended with unwavering determination.
The more arduous the path, the longer it seemed to stretch. Mo Qi felt dizzy and disoriented, on the verge of losing consciousness.