To save their clan from peril and defy fate, their mighty iron cavalry charged through Hongmen, carrying the great banner and plunging into battle, asking not for reward but only for recognition and survival!

At this moment, the Green Mound is like a cage, trapping the Mu family and making it difficult for them to escape. Many relatives outside are unable to enter, while their wings inside have been clipped. Their hopes for protection are blocked by various parties, and even the clan's pillar of stability has been sealed off and is unlikely to be effective.

At this moment, the clan should have been wiped out, and the three major families would have been destroyed overnight, just like six years ago when they left home. On the day of great joy, they would have suffered great sorrow. When the clansmen were waiting for the end with their hearts ashen, a stranger who should not have been there risked his life to lead his troops.

If some divine soldiers were to descend from the sky at this moment, then in the eyes of the Mu family members who had already given up resistance and were preparing to escape, this would be a divine soldiers descending from the sky!

"As expected, those who trust the government are less likely to believe a dog will change its nature than those who trust the government. But now that things have come to this, what difference does it make if you try to do anything about it!"

At this moment, Liao Sishi changed his cat-and-mouse game with the head of the Mu family. As he took out his insect flute and blew it, countless dark locusts surged out from under his sleeves. At the same time, countless strange insects were born from the bodies of those who were fighting him, blocking their joints, breaking through their flesh and blood, and even taking over their brains.

The noisy insect whistles caused Master Li, who had already placed his hand on the Mu family's sacrificial statue, to have one half calm and the other half ferocious expression.

During this brief moment, Liao Sishi's insect wings fluttered behind him, and a white spider web flew out from his wrist, landing on the statue before pulling back.

No matter how much wealth or martial arts the Mu family possesses, it's far less important to Liao Sishi than this statue. With this statue, what does Qingmang City matter? The world is vast, where can't he go!

With the situation now changed, Liao Sishi naturally wouldn't waste any time here and began to seek out what was most valuable to him. Niu Suizhen, seeing this two-faced man, understood what kind of person he was and didn't have any expectations at all.

Seeing Liao Sishi's actions, Niu Suizhen also rolled up his blue banner, and the water waves shattered the arrows, which then scattered. The thick, solid water flow pushed the snow-covered area aside and crushed the others.

Several water pythons emerged and tore apart the spider web. The statue was like a stone statue submerged in water, rolling with the current. For a moment, it was impossible to tell where the statue was in the water mixed with snow.

In the end, Mu Qingluo's safety could only be saved by one person's efforts. In the surging waves, Dao Cheng stood like a rock against the soft blade of water, enduring its scouring and cutting. Amidst the blood and flesh fragments, he lifted Mu Qingluo high and ran out.

“You shouldn’t have come back, Cheng Yi. It’s not worth it, it really isn’t worth it. You could have been so much better…”

The image of the great general and hero that young girls dreamed of in their youth had now come to life. Looking at the man covered in blood, who led his troops back despite his own death, Mu Qingluo felt her already somewhat agitated heart melt completely.

She bent down and hugged Dao Chengyi tightly, feeding him one life-saving pill after another, or crushing them and applying them to his body.

"I'm here for you. You'll be fine, and the Mu family won't perish."

Dao Cheng's eyes were filled with a deep darkness. His physical body seemed to be seriously injured, but he could recover in an instant by activating the Gu worms. Now that the situation in the north of the city was settled, Qingmao Residence was safe and sound, and the Third Young Master had successfully escaped, once this was over, the Mu family would be in his hands.

"But without the Three Ancestors, and without the Five-Level Martial Masters, how can we contend with them? Even if Cheng Yi, you lead the troops back and can temporarily hold off one Five-Level Martial Master, what can the rest do?"

Mu Qingluo looked at the statue that had disappeared, and at the Mu family members and elders who were gathering here with the iron cavalry... At this moment, they were either entangled by other martial artists or had died in the slaughter by the five masters of the Niu and Liao families.

If the statue is lost, the Mu family's century-long legacy will be completely wiped out. The Mu family has already lost its power, and now is the right time to take advantage of their scramble to escape.

Like a stray dog, I will live on, barely clinging to life, waiting for a miracle, waiting for hope. It will be soon, as long as Dao Chengyi and Mu Qingyuan are here.

This is a world where individual strength can suppress everything, where gods bestow blessings, where demons and gods regard all living beings as food, where Taoist masters enlighten all living beings, and where martial saints suppress a nation.

The iron cavalry regrouped and remained motionless. The blood-red formation resisted the intent of the fifth-level martial artist and the rampaging environment. At this moment, the remaining martial artists, warriors, and members of the Mu family who were still alive but injured all looked at Dao Chengyi.

"Lead us to escape, Cheng Yi! With you here, there's always a chance!"

Some members of the clan pleaded.

“Take them with you, Cheng Yixian. Let this old man help you one last time.”

An elder of the clan sighed deeply, his body hunched over.

"With you here, there is hope. Let's go, Chengyi! We will all listen to you!"

The remaining youths looked obedient; they acknowledged Dao Chengyi's strength and his integrity in going against the tide, and were impressed by him.

The iron cavalry remained silent, obeying only orders and tokens, awaiting Dao Chengyi's choice. In his arms, Mu Qingluo's body trembled with exceptional fragility, like an ordinary woman waiting for the man's command without any independent thought.

Leaving now reduces some of the risks and gains most of the remaining members of the family, but there is the risk of being relentlessly pursued. A genius always keeps one on edge.

However, if they don't leave, then it's the last step they've been preparing for all along: sacrificing their own skills to pursue temporary combat power, a desperate method that only a few can master.

"I am someone who has left my hometown, I know the pain and regret involved."

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