Mu Chen had already found a way to break the formation.
And once the formation was broken, Ji Zong had no confidence that he could withstand even a single sword from Mu Yuan.
Taking a deep breath, Ji Zong immediately made a decision.
"Take care of yourselves from here on."
"If you survive by some stroke of luck, Liu Domain will likely suffer a setback this time."
With a faint smile, Ji Zong turned and slowly walked away.
Though he worked for money, he had his own principles when it came to getting things done.
As he left, the falling spring rain came to a halt, while light seemed to flicker through the surrounding air.
Then, Mu Yuan and Mu Chen began to hear faint human voices drifting into their ears.
It was still the same street, except there was no trace of rain on the ground. Sunlight even shone down from the sky, and figures could be seen in the distance.
Clearly, the Misty God Formation that had originally enveloped them had been withdrawn.
At the same time, two pairs of icy eyes watched everything unfold from somewhere on the street.
They belonged to Liu Mu Bai and Liu Ming. Liu Mu Bai frowned and asked,
"Ji Zong is really useless!"
"Third Uncle, what do we do now?"
"Hmph! Luckily, I made preparations on two fronts. I never expected Ji Zong to take down Mu Chen anyway."
Liu Ming snorted coldly, a glint of frost flashing through his eyes.
"No matter what, we cannot let Mu Chen bring that thing back to Mu Domain and disrupt Liu Domain's plans!"
As soon as the words fell, he waved his hand, and ten figures brimming with killing intent shot out.
Most notably, every one of them possessed spiritual energy fluctuations at