Dozens of shadows lunged toward the figure, Mo Yi's pupils shrunk to the size of pinpricks, as if a giant hand had seized his heart, freezing all the blood in his body into ice shards, the chill spreading from his head to his toes, inch by inch.
Mo Luo Xue was his sister, or at least, by blood, she was his sister. After all, one was handsome and the other beautiful, and wherever they stood together, they were the center of attention, a breathtaking sight. Mo Yi honestly had to admit he didn't feel much connection to his sister. She was both arrogant and condescending, disrespected her elder brother, and to top it off, she acted like she was better than everyone else. Mo Yi could list a thousand flaws… but why, for the love of everything, did he feel a strange flutter in his heart when he looked at her?
The weather was lovely today, the sunshine exceptionally bright, and even a faint rainbow could be seen in the distance. This was truly what they called "sunshine after the rain!" A day like this was meant for lounging on the top of a tree, basking in the sun, singing a little. Forget about some fairy fate or three protagonists, those should all be cast aside.
He truly, truly wished to simply enjoy this day in peace. Beside him, there should be an emotionless maiden, her age similar to his, her name… Mo, Luo Xue.
Poison darts, arrows, steel cables, arrow shafts, sickles… countless weapons that Mo Yi could and couldn't imagine were aimed at the girl. The murderous intent in the air was like a floodgate bursting open, suffocating and helpless. The sound of the air being ripped apart was like the roar of a death god, the gate to hell flung wide open.
Is it necessary to treat a girl like this? If you're so brave, come after me! Mo Yi wanted to shout, but he knew it would be useless, a dying moan, as shrill as it might be, it couldn't stop the impending death.
The Khan Blood Steed raised its forelegs, it bucked and bit at its tether, Mo Luo Xue was its master, and now she was in danger, it had to protect her.
A cold spring of water cascaded down Mo Yi's head, like a bolt of lightning striking his brain. He shuddered, scrambling towards the Khan Blood Steed, his limbs moving as one. He remembered, there was a weapon there, one capable of changing the situation, the very weapon that had given him the confidence to embark on this journey.
But it seemed too late, everything happened so quickly, like thunder cracking through clouds, the speed of events prevented Mo Yi from even touching the key called "hope", not even a little. But he was trying, he didn't want to regret it, his only thought now was faster, faster!
Time suffocated Mo Yi, he couldn't help but want to see Mo Luo Xue's condition.
He turned his head, and saw a sight he would never forget.
White, leaping sword light bloomed! It was a flower from the other side, a sword blossom that divided death and life! The sharp sword energy burst forth, a gust of wind emanated from the figure, a wind carrying death! The poison darts and iron chains all flew back! Cut apart!
The whirlwind passed, leaving no trace, the Grand Master of the Primordial World.
Damn, Mo Yi knew Mo Luo Xue was strong, but he never imagined his own sister was a Primordial World Grand Master!
Assuming a person with ordinary talent began practicing from birth, they might not even touch the Primordial World, even in a lifetime. Yet, Mo Luo Xue, at only seventeen, had achieved it! Her talent was exceptional, unprecedented, unparalleled! Even Mo Yi's own father, Mo Tianjiao, had only reached Grand Master at twenty years old.
Countless weapons and hidden weapons were thrown back, the raging sword energy forced back all who dared to attack, but there was one exception! One shadow surged forward, ignoring the sword energy Mo Luo Xue unleashed, charging straight at her!
Mo Luo Xue's face was like frost, she raised her sword and then brought it down, a single movement creating countless afterimages, blossoming like petals, layer upon layer, making it impossible to fathom.
The man was undeterred, he swung his blade horizontally.
A dazzling blade light broke forth, the delicate sword and the long blade clashed, with Mo Luo Xue and the figure at the center, an invisible wind swept out like a plow, those who couldn't dodge in time exploded in a shower of blood.
Two Primordial World Grand Masters! They clashed, using every means at their disposal.
Mo Yi dashed to the Khan Blood Steed, he jumped and tore the package from the horse's back, slinging it over his own shoulder. He retreated behind a banana tree, holding his breath as he watched the battle unfold.
Mo Luo Xue retreated half a step, she retracted her sword and then launched into a continuous series of stabs! Sword shadows like streaks of light appeared in the air, like lightning, the air was torn apart with a high-pitched whine, Mo Luo Xue was utterly compelling.
The Primordial World Grand Master facing Mo Luo Xue became serious, he finally recognized the girl who could be his granddaughter as an "enemy." The streaks of light made him struggle to defend, it was hard to imagine how domineering and ruthless the person who created this move must be.
Mo Luo Xue's continuous stabbing didn't stop, the enemy wouldn't die, she wouldn't stop. Her wrists, elbows, and arms were in constant motion, up and down, left and right, she attacked from every angle, even the blind spots, with bizarre angles. Normally, the continuous stabs that would leave people gasping for air and their elbows aching after ten or more seconds, showed no sign of strain on her! The man who taught her this move made her practice stabbing straw dummies a thousand times every day, every stab she had to give her all, attack from different angles. The man would stand by and silently watch, comment, and correct.
Even water can wear down stone, could this be the same for humans?
The delicate sword danced! Gleaming with light! Mo Luo Xue turned and drew back, the tip of the delicate sword stabbed towards the heart from an angle no Primordial World Grand Master could have anticipated!
The Primordial World Grand Master's eyes widened in fury, he forcibly twisted his right arm, using the steel blade to intercept Mo Luo Xue's attack, while his left hand turned into a claw, tearing at Mo Luo Xue.
“Clang—Clang.” The long blade broke, the delicate sword broke through the chest.
Mo Luo Xue showed no mercy, she flicked her wrist, the delicate sword stirred in the Primordial World Grand Master's chest, completely shattering his heart. Mo Tianjiao had taught her, killing didn't require hypocritical compassion, it was about sending the enemy straight to hell, and the final act should be to mercilessly close the door to hell.
The Primordial World Grand Master stopped breathing, falling to the ground, dead.
Mo Luo Xue swayed, almost collapsing to her knees. She forced herself to remain upright using the delicate sword to support her. She couldn't fall, there were still dozens of enemies surrounding her, watching with predatory eyes!
Crimson blood flowed slowly from Mo Luo Xue's neck, the Primordial World Grand Master's final attack had torn her neck, it was only a hair's breadth from severing her artery, but Mo Luo Xue had been one step ahead and killed the Primordial World Grand Master.
“……” Mo Luo Xue raised her head, her bright eyes scanned the entire scene. Even injured, she didn't retreat in the slightest. All those present saw their own ugly reflection in those clear, mirror-like pupils, and involuntarily, they felt fear.