"That person is none other than Zuo Xiu, the number one genius of the Overlord Sect!"
"Senior Brother Yun Feiyang was framed by him and forced to leave the sect for ten years."
Jiang Wanqing's voice was icy, and her gaze towards that direction was filled with boundless killing intent.
Just like Mulan, clad in armor and wielding a sword, about to charge into battle.
The other senior brothers also looked angry and frustrated.
Chu Mo was surprised. He remembered that the other party's elder had mentioned that Yun Feiyang was traveling abroad.
So it was this kid who framed them?
No wonder the senior brothers were so angry; it turns out there was a story behind it.
However, in this situation, he didn't ask any further questions and looked up ahead.
Just over ten meters away, several arrogant young men were surrounding a handsome, aloof man dressed in fine clothes.
A few steps away from these people, an old man was holding a little girl's hand, and he was standing there bent over with a look of panic on his face.
The bamboo basket fell to the ground, and several large red carp were jumping and splashing around on the ground.
The old man had a dark, aged face, and looked to be in his seventies or eighties. His clothes were tattered and worn.
The little girl was about seven or eight years old, wearing a tattered red cotton-padded jacket. Her delicate features, set against her sallow complexion, made her look like a malnourished flower bud.
Her eyes were clear and pure, and very large, yet they made her cheeks appear even thinner.
At this moment, she looked panicked, her skinny little hands tightly clutching the hem of her grandfather's clothes, half of her body hiding behind him, like a frightened little rabbit.
Those people had obviously noticed Chu Mo and his group, and turned their heads to look at them coldly.
The two groups locked eyes, and the air instantly filled with tension.
The aloof young man glanced at the Second Elder but did not come over to provoke him.
Instead, she turned around with a cold laugh and roared angrily at the grandfather and grandson:
"You lowly creature, like pigs and dogs, dare to block my path? Do you want to collect paper money for the dead this year?"
The old man, already hunched over, instantly bent at a ninety-degree angle, pleading in a panic:
"Please forgive me, young master! I was truly blind for a moment and did not see you. Please be magnanimous and do not hold a grudge against such insignificant people as us."
After saying that, the old man gritted his teeth and knelt down on the ground.
The little girl was startled and, her face turning pale, hid her small body behind her grandfather.
But the old man grabbed him and forced him to kneel on the ground.
"What, now you know how to play the victim? What were your eyes doing just now?"
After the arrogant man finished speaking, he raised his foot and kicked the old man's head viciously.
Arrogant and domineering, his kick was vicious; it was clearly aimed at killing him.
Chu Mo was taken aback.
He originally thought that the other party would at most curse him, after all, as a cultivator, it would be too shameful to bully such an old mortal.
Besides, judging from what they were saying, it was nothing more than them blocking his way, not a big deal.
Who would have thought that the other party would act so recklessly?
An unnamed rage rose from his heart, surging and raging.
He didn't consider himself a good person, but at that moment, all he wanted was to kill that young man with a single sword stroke!
But before he could make a move, someone else acted even faster.
A beautiful figure appeared instantly, her fingers forming a knife-like shape as she slashed at her opponent.
The silvery-white blade light, like lightning streaking across the sky, spread rapidly.
Zuo Xiu's face was extremely ugly.
Although the attack was terrifying, he didn't take it seriously.
But he couldn't kick his foot out at all, because a mysterious aura was blocking his way.
He knew that it was Murong Jingde of the Qingcang Immortal Sect who had made the move.
"That old man is such a busybody," he roared inwardly, yet there was nothing he could do.
Although the city has regulations that prohibit cultivators above the Golden Core stage from fighting each other at will.
However, it doesn't mean that you absolutely cannot take action.
If he dares to provoke the other party, he will surely bring shame upon himself.
Zuo Xiu ignored the grandfather and grandson and instead vented his anger on Jiang Wanqing.
With a thought, a transparent light shield appeared in front of him.
At the same time, he quickly flicked his finger, and a terrifying pillar of energy shot rapidly toward Jiang Wanqing.
Domineering and fierce, invincible.
The commotion caused a commotion, with nearby vendors screaming and scattering in panic.
A space was quickly cleared out.
Jiang Wanqing's attack landed on the light barrier, but it vanished without a trace, like a clay ox sinking into the sea.
But the finger that Zuo Xiu flicked out arrived in front of her almost simultaneously.
Jiang Wanqing gritted her teeth and used all her strength to build a wall of air in front of her.
However, there is no comparison between Foundation Establishment cultivators and mid-grade Golden Core cultivators.
Her seemingly unbreakable barrier of energy shattered almost instantly upon contact, and her body was sent flying backward.
This time, the Second Elder did not intervene. If he could not stand by and watch the other party kill ordinary people, he could stop them.
But if he were to personally participate in a fight between the younger generation, the Qingcang Immortal Sect would truly lose all face.
If word gets out, it will be that the disciples of the Qingcang Immortal Sect started a fight, and when they couldn't win, the elders intervened to bully the weak.
If that were to happen, the Qingcang Immortal Sect would have no face to stand in Qinglin County anymore.
However, just because he is unable to take action does not mean that Chu Mo is also unable to.
Seeing his senior sister being bullied, he immediately flew into a rage and roared:
"You fucking want to die!"
As he spoke, he pointed his sword and slashed fiercely at his opponent with overwhelming force.
Like a golden sun crashing down from the sky, its domineering and violent aura seemed to be about to smash a hole in the earth.
This sword strike was the second move of the Thirteen Tribulations Sword of Annihilation.
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