Dai Songling no longer had time to think about it. He only knew one thing: Mo Yanhong was seeking death by taking advantage of his misfortune.

If Mo Yanhong died, he would surely be dead too. Don't forget that the Mo family still has three guards who are much more powerful than him. It would be easy for the head of the family to kill him in a rage. With the power of the Mo family, he wouldn't even have a place to escape.

In an instant, Dai Songling's scalp went numb and all the hairs on his body stood up.

With a loud shout, Dai Songling put all his strength into rushing towards Mu Hanyan.

Now he no longer cared about his reputation or bullying the weak. Only by attacking Mu Hanyan with all his strength to distract him could he save Mo Yanhong.

Just when Dai Songling was about to rush behind Mo Yanhong, Mu Hanyan pushed out her palm and slapped Mo Yanhong on the chest.

Dai Songling had been prepared to kill Mu Hanyan, but seeing this, his entire body went cold. If Mo Yanhong died before him, what would it matter if he killed Mu Hanyan? He would be guilty even if he wiped out the entire Mu family, let alone Mu Hanyan. Of course, he didn't have the ability to do that.

Helplessly, he could only forcibly stop, grabbed Mo Yanhong and flew backwards, while at the same time, he caught the palm strike from Mu Hanyan with his backhand.

He had been rushing forward for his life, gathering all his energy to attack Mu Hanyan with all his strength, but now he had to retreat. Dai Songling felt the energy in his body flowing backwards, and the blood in his chest was surging. He was hit by Mu Hanyan's palm and staggered even more. He was tripped by the threshold and fell to the ground, and Mo Yanhong also fell to the ground.

Fearing that Mu Hanyan would catch up and strike him again, Dai Songling did not dare to delay for a moment. He grabbed Mo Hongyan and crawled out from the threshold. However, he forgot that there were several steps outside the threshold. As a result, the two of them felt empty under their feet and rolled down the steps again.

Fearing that Mu Hanyan would chase him closely, Dai Songling, with his face covered in moss and mud, dragged Mo Yanhong and lunged forward using both hands and feet, shouting, "Someone, protect the young master! Protect the young master!"

It was not until the guards hurried over that Dai Songling stopped in embarrassment.

"Young Master, are you okay?" Surrounded by guards, Mo Yanhong breathed a sigh of relief, wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, and looked at Mo Yanhong nervously.

But he found that Mo Yanhong was looking at him strangely, and the guards around him also looked confused.

When he turned his head again, he found that Mu Hanyan had not followed him at all. She was still sitting cross-legged in the posture of cultivation, staring at her hands in a trance.

Mu Hanyan looked at her hands in disbelief: the peak of the late great swordsman, it was actually the peak of the late great swordsman!

Her best expectation before was to be promoted from the middle stage to the late stage of the Great Swordsman. After all, it didn't take long for her to be promoted to the middle stage. Many people spent several years or even more than ten years practicing intensively, but they might not be able to break through the bottlenecks and reach the late stage. It was a miracle that she could reach the late stage in such a short time.

But he never expected that he would be promoted directly from the middle stage of the great swordsman to the peak of the late stage. He was only one step away from entering the realm of swordsman.

Her strength had increased so rapidly that her body hadn't been able to fully adapt. It was precisely because of this that the energy in that palm strike wasn't flowing smoothly, and she hadn't been able to unleash her true strength at the moment. It was even slightly weaker than usual. Otherwise, not to mention Mo Yanhong, even an expert at the entry-level swordsmanship level would have been injured by her if they were caught off guard.