Although Mu Lingshe was dead, his sheer strength had truly made their scalps tingle.
Zhou You and Lian Feihong had brought a whole crowd of bodyguards, and they themselves were top experts at the Strong Martial level. With numerous secret treasures and arts working in tandem, they had no fear even against Late Strong Martial opponents.
Added to that was a heir-apparent-scale personal guard corps, with twenty or thirty Strong Martial experts among them. Even under such a lavish formation's siege, they had remained locked in battle for a long time before finally killing Mu Lingshe.
When they counted the losses afterward, both the Lian Family and the Zhou Family's western branch had lost quite a few Strong Martial experts. The losses were grievous.
"Are all the Five Halls Heavenly Kings of the God of Release Cult this formidable?"
"Not just that. Mu Lingshe hadn't even been selected yet—he was only one of the candidates. I heard there are even stronger ones."
Lian Feihong sighed repeatedly. "What a loss, what a loss! So many men died. How long will it take to make up for them?"
Every Strong Martial expert in the personal guard corps was incomparably precious. They ate and lived together, and their bond was even closer than with a wife.
Indeed, whenever something happened, the personal guards truly threw their lives away to step forward as shields of flesh.
It was precisely because these personal guards charged forward one after another, sacrificing their lives to restrain Mu Lingshe's many methods, that the two heirs apparent had been given the chance to deliver the final blow.
"Whew!"
Zhou You looked at Cao Mo'ang, whose shoulder hung limp; Jian Xiaocao, whose arm bone had snapped; and Mao Lang, whose spine had pierced through his flesh. He sighed. This battle