He glanced at the chaotic escort below, a faint smile playing on his lips, his voice barely audible to himself: "Mo Shuo? Nothing but a clown..."
Before he finished speaking, the spear in his hand trembled slightly, and the soaring spear intent suddenly surged, like a black dragon emerging from the sea, pressing down fiercely on the escort team!
The invisible and colorless spear intent suddenly solidified, like the sharpest blade in the world, slashing towards the escort team with a force capable of tearing through everything.
Wherever it passed, the space was pierced through, revealing fine black cracks. Even the light was swallowed up by this spear intent, leaving only a chilling silence.
"Get out of the way!"
The elders of the Chen family who had reached the Dao Proof Realm turned pale and roared as they tried to retreat, but their speed was no match for the spear intent.
Before they could even move an inch, the intent of the spear had already swept across their bodies.
There was no earth-shattering sound, only a few soft "whoosh" sounds. Several Dao Proving Realm cultivators didn't even have time to scream before their bodies were shredded into a cloud of blood mist by the spear intent.
Even their souls were instantly annihilated, leaving only a few drops of blood on the ground, which were quickly scattered by the wind.
The cultivators at the Creation Realm in the group reacted slightly faster, hastily summoning their defensive magic treasures. However, those spiritual weapons and talismans, which could usually withstand a full-force attack, were as fragile as paper in the face of this spear intent.
A series of "crack" sounds rang out as the magical artifacts shattered, and the residual force of the spear swept through, instantly piercing the bodies of several Creation Realm cultivators.
Some had their arms broken, others had their lower abdomen injured, and they lay on the ground howling in pain, either dead or crippled.
In an instant, only Elder Mo Zezong, who was at the half-step Nirvana stage, was left in the entire escort team, barely managing to put up a fight.
His spiritual power surged to its peak, his gray robe fluttering in the wind. He formed hand seals, creating a pale golden defensive barrier in an attempt to block the impact of the spear intent.
The moment the spear intent struck the barrier, it trembled violently, countless cracks appeared on its surface, blood trickled from the old man's mouth, veins bulged on his arms, and his body was slightly bent by the pressure of the spear intent.
He could clearly feel the terrifying power contained within this spear intent. For every second he resisted, his meridians suffered more damage, and his spiritual energy was rapidly draining away.
"Whose spear intent is this... that it's so powerful!" The old man was filled with shock and resentment. Cold sweat dripped down his face and onto the ground, evaporating instantly.
Just as he was struggling to resist the spear's intent, his vision was almost blurred by the aura of spiritual energy.
Out of the corner of his eye, he suddenly caught a glimpse of a black streak of light flashing out from behind the cliff, moving as fast as a ghost, heading straight for the carriage where Ling Xue was!
"Not good!" The old man's pupils constricted, and he roared, "You dare to touch Ling Xue! Aren't you afraid of being hunted down by the entire Mo Ze Sect?!"
He tried to divert his spiritual energy to block it, but the pressure from the spear intent was too great. If he was even slightly distracted, the defensive barrier would shatter instantly, and the spear intent would pierce through him.
He could only watch helplessly as the black streak of light drew closer, his spiritual energy becoming chaotic, his wounds reopening, blood soaking through his gray robe, yet he couldn't move an inch.
That black streak of light was none other than Xiao Chen, who was attacking with all his might. He had only one thought in his mind: to finish this quickly and not give Mo Zezong a chance to react.
He didn't even lift an eyelid in the face of the old man's roar. Mo Zezong's pursuit?
To him, it was nothing more than a trivial threat.
A black streak of light swept past the carriage. Xiao Chen raised his hand and gently pressed down, without any unnecessary movements, relying solely on pure power.
"boom!"
The carriage exploded instantly, sending splinters flying, but it didn't harm Ling Xue inside in the slightest.
Xiao Chen reached out and scooped the still-unresponsive Ling Xue into his arms, then turned and sped off towards the edge of the valley.
The black streak of light flashed again and quickly disappeared into the depths of the dense forest, leaving only a faint afterimage.
Only after Xiao Chen's figure completely disappeared did the terrifying gun intent that enveloped the team slowly weaken, receding like a tide. The cracks in the space also slowly healed, and the oppressive feeling in the air finally dissipated.
Elder Mo Zezong could no longer hold on and collapsed to his knees with a thud, panting heavily, his face as pale as paper, and his wounds still bleeding.
He looked at the empty carriage, then at the corpses scattered on the ground and the wailing monks, his eyes filled with despair and rage.
Ling Xue was kidnapped, and the escort team was almost completely wiped out. If this news were to reach Mo Zezong, even if he had ten lives, it wouldn't be enough to compensate for it!
"Who! Who is it?!" The old man suddenly remembered something, and growled through gritted teeth, "This grudge, I, Mo Zezong, will never let you get away with it!"
The rising sun was already high in the sky. Xiao Chen, carrying Ling Xue, fled swiftly through the mountains and forests, his steps light yet hurried.
After running a certain distance, he would turn back to check the tracks behind him, using his spiritual power to erase the footprints and traces of his presence.
He knew that although the Chen family had been dealt with, Mo Zezong's men could come after them at any time, so he could not leave any loopholes.
Ling Xue was held protectively in his arms, her body still trembling slightly, but no longer from fear, but from excitement.
She tilted her head slightly, looking at the face before her that was both familiar and somewhat unfamiliar.
Xiao Chen was taller than he was in the Cangxuan Realm, and his brows showed more composure and sharpness, but the gentleness in his eyes was exactly the same as before.
She involuntarily reached out, her fingertips gently touching Xiao Chen's cheek, feeling the warmth of his touch.
Her eyes instantly welled up with tears, and a stream of hot tears slid down her cheeks, dripping onto Xiao Chen's clothes.
"Xiao Chen...it really is you..." Her voice trembled, as if she was afraid that all of this was just a dream, and that it would shatter as soon as she opened her mouth.
Xiao Chen felt the trembling of the person in his arms, paused slightly, looked down at Ling Xue, and softened his tone: "It's me, I've come to save you."
He raised his hand to wipe away the tears on her face. His fingertips touched her slightly cool skin, and his heart tightened. Ling Xue must have suffered a lot over the years.
Ling Xue could no longer hold back and suddenly buried her head in Xiao Chen's chest, gripping his clothes tightly with both hands.
Tears welled up, yet a relieved smile graced her lips: "I thought... I'd never see you again..."
"I had originally planned to commit suicide if I really got to Mozezong..." Her voice choked with emotion, but it was filled with the relief of surviving a disaster.
Xiao Chen gently patted her back to soothe her emotions, but his eyes still swept around warily: "Don't be afraid, I'm here, no one can hurt you anymore."
He knew now was not the time for reminiscing; Mo Zezong's men could catch up at any moment, and he had to leave as soon as possible.
Without further hesitation, he took out the Void Teleportation Talisman he had prepared beforehand, and with a flick of his fingertips...
The talisman instantly glowed with a pale blue spiritual light, and the surrounding space began to distort slightly.
"Hold on tight," Xiao Chen said to Ling Xue, then suddenly crushed the talisman.
"Buzz—"
A ripple appeared in the void, and a pale blue spatial rift appeared in front of the two. Xiao Chen, holding Ling Xue, stepped into the rift without hesitation.
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