Of course, Wan Gui Valley is not as long as it used to be, stretching for thousands of miles. With the subsequent advances and battles of the Xin Su people, the longest stretch of this place is no more than ten miles.

However, few people know that on the other side of this ten-mile stretch lies a prefecture. But just because few people know this doesn't mean no one knows.

As they approached the canyon entrance, four people who were clearly not from the same group were already waiting there: a man in black armor with a gilded and silver-inlaid ceremonial token hanging from his waist; an old man with an aura of death on his body, his body hunched over and covered in large black silkworms crawling on his skin.

The other two were a Taoist nun whose graceful figure was outlined in a long robe with cloud patterns, and a man with arms that reached past his knees, covered in hair, with a long whip at his waist, and a face like a monkey.

"Zhao Wuhui, the Protector of Qingmang County"

"The Second Elder of the Niu Family, Niu Sui Rang"

"Yunmu City, Yunmu Daoist Nun"

"Mountain-Moving Apes of Crow Ape City"

"Let the remnants of the Mu family meet their deaths!"

Four different voices, four different names, carrying the same will, the same killing intent, further revealed their chilling power on this winter day, as the snow fell heavily.

"Is it really necessary to use your brain like this? Little San, I told you your ideas can't outsmart these old foxes. I'm afraid there are other people in other places who are interested in you and Dao Chengyi and are blocking your way. You really have nowhere to go."

The carriage stopped, and a woman dressed in red stepped out. Her name was not Mu Qingluo from the merchant caravan, but Mu Hongdie, the third ancestor of the Mu family.

Meanwhile, her guards silently took out various weapons from the cargo, and the young guard murmured something.

"I give up, I give up. It looks like my grandson and I are really going to die here."

"Is that so? I don't think so. Run, little mistress, I'll hold you off!"

As the red butterfly floated out, its breathtakingly beautiful figure emerged from the gradually receding clothing, causing a hint of bewilderment to inevitably appear in the eyes of the four people who had been blocking the view.

At this moment, the caravan drivers did not hesitate at all, urging the oxen and horses to run, carrying the cartloads of accumulated Jade Fire Thunder towards the martial artists.

Similarly, one after another, crossbows appeared in the last truck, being pulled with an exceptionally shocking force amidst the phantoms of venomous snakes and giant oxen.

With an explosion, the real Mu Qingyuan started running, entwined by a red sleeve, and then, escorted by a group of red butterflies, he passed the four martial artists and headed towards Wan Gui Valley.

At that moment, the group realized what was happening and quickly took action, but they were stopped by Mu Hongdie, who was half-naked.

"Come on, none of you are saints, why don't you come and have some fun with me?"

If the voice were removed, the scene would be even more alluring, but under the influence of that voice, apart from the Taoist nun, the others seemed to recall something and felt a chill run down their spines.

"Stop pretending, you fake woman. It was one thing to fool us in the past, but what's the point of fooling us now?"

The mountain-moving ape swung its long whip, which, along with its body, appeared somewhat swollen, a stark contrast to its appearance, drawing disdain from the Taoist nun beside it.

"You all stop him. I'll go with Zhao Guanjia and kill that brat."

Niu Suirang, the second elder of the Niu family, grinned, revealing his toothless, rotting mouth. Then, a giant corpse silkworm lifted him up and carried him away into the distance.

The man in black armor did not answer, but his movements quickened. Mu Hongdie tried to stop him, but was stopped by the other two.

"You androgynous wretch, I've tolerated you for far too long, today I'll kill you!"

The nun Yunmu glared at Mu Hongdie with hatred, while the latter covered her mouth and laughed like a silver bell.

"What's wrong, sister? Why are you so ruthless to me? Did I fuck your husband too hard back then, so he lost interest and you killed him?"

"I really feel bad about this quickness. If you don't give it to me, it's so smooth. I still remember the taste perfectly."

Before she could finish speaking, a massive cloud of mist rolled in, accompanied by countless branches that pierced towards Mu Hongdie, clearly indicating a surge of murderous intent.

Meanwhile, inside the canyon, Mu Qingyuan, who was speeding, was no match for the legs of a fifth-level martial arts master. He was caught up after advancing only two miles.

As the golden light of the Suzheng Order swept through, the dragon-shaped aura floated, and the power belonging to Mu Hongdie quickly dissipated. Mu Qingyuan himself was even knocked to the ground by Niu Suirang's poisonous gas attack.

The purplish-black poisonous fog could even corrode the snow with a hissing sound, and it melted instantly upon contact with Mu Qingyuan's body, melting half of his body until only bones remained.

This was the result of Mu Qingyuan voluntarily sacrificing his flesh and blood as a shield; the force was too great to resist, and without a doubt, he was in dire straits.

As a first-level martial artist, he was invincible within his own realm and could win more battles than he lost against third-level martial artists. However, when facing a fifth-level martial artist, especially an old monster like him, he clearly lost his advantage.

No matter how talented or unparalleled one is, once years of accumulated experience and superior strength are achieved, the only thing that can guarantee victory is the potential for a promising future.

"Surrender and I'll spare your life."

"You've got nowhere to go, you little brat! Let's see where you run now!"

The two forces pressed closer and closer, with poisonous fog in the sky and a strong guard blocking the way on the ground. With a powerful enemy in front and a difficult path behind, was it truly possible that they would perish here today?

Mu Qingyuan watched as flesh and blood slowly grew back on his body. No, it couldn't be like this. His legs were still there, his spirit was still there, and the world was still so wonderful. How could he stop here?

"A dead end? Ha! Haven't you heard that there's always a way out? As long as I want to walk, the path... is right beneath my feet!"

"If it's just the two of you today, then don't even think about stopping me!"

Mu Qingyuan laughed loudly. Resign to fate? Surrender? Give up? How could this be! How could it be possible! The family risked so much, his elder brother sacrificed himself! So many clansmen fell for his cause!

How could he possibly stop here! He's going to leave! Not only is he going to leave, but he's going to leave openly and honestly!

"Gentlemen, if you don't come out now, when will you?"

With a long howl, the poisonous mist that had filled the sky instantly dissipated, and two figures, one with a blood lotus dancing and the other with a crimson lightning bolt spreading, arrived at the same time.

The situation has now reversed again! There is a way to turn things around!