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The Zheng Ancestor and Zheng Rucheng were naturally unaware that they had become prey in Mo Xie's eyes. The two enemies before them were already enough to give them a headache.
Zhang Kang and Zhen Long were both strong practitioners at the Mid Gold Core Stage, while Zheng Rucheng was merely at the early Gold Core Stage.
With the occasional assistance from the Zheng Ancestor, they had managed to hold on until now.
Feng Yiqin frowned as he observed that Zhang Kang and Zhen Long had not yet subdued the two. He cursed inwardly: truly useless!
Channeling his spiritual power, he conjured an ice crystal feather arrow that spun towards Zheng Rucheng. The arrow's tail trailed a flurry of snowflakes, resembling snow in June. The crystalline shaft reflected the moonlight, creating a rainbow-like path of colorful light.
As the ice arrow approached, it seemed to freeze the air around it, causing the two generals at the Golden Core Stage to shiver, thinking: no wonder he is the City Lord; his cultivation is on par with ours, yet his spellwork surpasses us by leaps and bounds.
Zheng Rucheng looked despairingly at the ice arrow flying towards him, his eyes clouded with a layer of dead gray.
In the distance, on a tower, Mo Xie's eyes narrowed in tension. He was already preparing to use his Flame Clone skill at any moment to seize the opportunity.
"Boom!" A loud explosion echoed as a green streak shot from afar and collided with the ice arrow. The ice arrow detonated just short of Zheng Rucheng, bursting into a dazzling display like fireworks.
Feng Yiqin frowned and coldly said, "Mo Yunli? Are you going to interfere in this matter?"
"My Lord of the City, I apologize! I have no choice; after all, he is my in-law!" came a calm reply.
Mo Xie wiped the sweat from his forehead, feeling that this situation was too torturous. Fortunately, he had waited until the last moment to intervene; otherwise... Mo Xie silently breathed a sigh of relief.
He was also curious about who had arrived to easily neutralize Feng Yiqin's powerful strike.
Following that calm voice, a cold rainbow light flew over from one direction in the city and stopped in front of Feng Yiqin, standing alongside Zheng Rucheng and the Zheng family members.
It turned out to be a plump old man wearing a gray robe, with a bald head and a smile reminiscent of the Laughing Buddha, standing on a green flying sword.
Feng Yiqin let out a cold laugh; he was well aware of the character of these family members.
He fixed his cold gaze on the smiling old man and said, "You need to think carefully—what's more important to you, your daughter or your family?"
The old man's smile faltered for a moment, and a hint of hesitation flashed in his eyes. However, he still maintained a cheerful demeanor as he replied, "I am at the late Golden Core stage, while Lord of the City is still at the Mid Gold Core Stage, right?"
Having been the city lord for so long, Feng Yiqin was no fool; he understood that the old man's response was evasive. He remained calm and simply gave the old man a deep look.
"The State of Youyun will definitely not let such rebellious families exist! As for me, sacrificing myself for the country is not an issue."
Feng Yiqin had never considered sacrificing himself for the country, but he was certain that Mo Ancestor wouldn't dare gamble with the fate of his family.
"Father-in-law, don't listen to this young man's deceitful words. We..."
Zheng Family Ancestor's expression changed drastically upon hearing Feng Yiqin's words. He couldn't let the hard-won reinforcements be scared away so easily, so he quickly turned to Mo Yunli and spoke.
However, Mo Yunli interrupted him, saying, "He is right!"
After saying that, his facial fat twitched slightly as if he was pondering something. He then looked at Feng Yiqin and said, "I want to take Lin'er away!"
Feng Yiqin narrowed his eyes at Mo Yunli. "That's fine; after all, it is the Zheng family who wants to break into the lord's residence and take my life!"
"Dad! No!" A slightly plump woman who bore some resemblance to Mo Yunli had been watching from the front of the conference hall. Upon hearing Mo Yunli's words, she immediately shouted out.
"Dad! What if you rebel against the City Lord's Mansion with Grandpa and Uncle? At worst, we can just leave the State of Chuyun!"
"Hmph! Naive. My Mo Family has thousands of people. Just because of you, we should move our entire family? Can we even safely leave the State of Chuyun? I don't need a troublesome in-law like this!"
Mo Yunli, who had been smiling all along, now darkened his expression and sternly said to Morin. With a flick of his hand, Morin was involuntarily pulled toward Mo Yunli's flying sword.
"Dad, Dad!" Morin twisted his body continuously. "Your grandson is also a member of the Zheng family!"
"You've said it yourself, grandson! In the end, he is still an outsider!" Mo Yunli paused for a moment but still coldly uttered those words.
"Let's go!" Mo Yunli took Morin and was about to leave.
At that moment, Zheng Rulin, who had been hiding in the conference hall, rushed out and shouted, "Father-in-law! Father-in-law! Save me!"
Zheng Family Ancestor was also dealing with Zhen Long's attacks while anxiously saying, "In-law! In-law, don't go!"
"Bang!" As Zheng Family Ancestor hurriedly tried to stop Mo Yunli, Zhen Long seized the opportunity and cast a spell that hit Zheng Family Ancestor squarely, sending him flying.
Zheng Family Ancestor was thrown backward and crashed into the wall of the conference hall, spitting out a mouthful of bright red blood.
Ling Mo Xie watched as Mo Yunli left and finally felt relieved. He looked at Zheng Family Ancestor and shook his head while muttering to himself, "How pitiful! This time, I fear his insides might be displaced."
"It must be very painful. Should I go help this old man? Hmm... to avoid being dragged down by him, I should first see if I can discern his attributes!"
Ling Mo Xie cast another probing spell toward Zheng Family Ancestor and then laughed while slapping his thigh.
Zheng Gong (Zheng Family Ancestor): Level: 85, Health Points: 115020???
Skills: Sealing Dragon Nine Swords, Kuwai Water God Thunder, ???
"Alas, what a pity! With 110,000 Health Points, it seems to have dropped by four-fifths already? Yet I still can't see the weakness," Ling Mo Xie murmured, shaking his head.
The Zheng Family Ancestor was knocked back by this strike, leaving Zheng Rucheng in a precarious position, being beaten by Zhang Kang until he spat blood repeatedly.
Worried for the Zheng Family Ancestor, despite his injuries, he gathered his spiritual energy and prepared to fight again. However, he heard countless screams echoing in his ears. Looking up, he saw that the Zheng residence had been stained red with the blood of the Zheng family members, as armored soldiers chased after the once pampered family descendants.
Sometimes, soldiers of the same realm could even kill them in an instant!
Watching the Zheng family members fall one by one into pools of blood, the Zheng Family Ancestor felt darkness closing in and spat out another mouthful of blood before fainting amidst the ruins of the council hall he had collapsed into.
After casting that spell, Zhen Long felt a significant burden on himself. Once he regained his composure and saw that the Zheng Family Ancestor had fallen and did not rise again, he sneered and prepared to deliver a finishing blow.
At that moment, Zheng Rucheng, who was being pressured by Zhang Kang, shouted loudly. He pulled out a pill from his storage ring and threw it into his mouth. This was something distributed by their sect leader when they set out on their mission.
It could temporarily boost him to the late Golden Core stage, but the consequence... would be the complete loss of his cultivation!
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