The tents flew apart in every direction, and Mustache Mo howled in pain. Just then, Lu Xiaotian moved as well. At an astonishing speed, he closed in on the carriage holding the black-robed man's junior sister. A few Nascent Soul Realm bandits were no match for Lu Xiaotian. He slipped inside without them even catching sight of him.
The woman in black fitted clothes had been awake already. Now she stared at Lu Xiaotian, eyes wide.
Lu Xiaotian flicked a finger, sending a streak of magical power into the woman's body. She promptly fell into a deep sleep. He lifted her up, then placed another woman—one already disguised as a female bandit—in the carriage in her stead. Carrying the woman in black, he left the carriage.
Shhk! Mustache Mo's body was cleaved in two in midair, its halves flying apart. As for Du Hao and the middle-aged woman called Liu'er, Niu Jinshan forced them both back.
"What a formidable man." Du Hao blocked Niu Jinshan's powerful strike for the middle-aged woman called Liu'er, then pulled her away.
"We're just going to watch him escape?" the middle-aged woman asked, unwilling to accept it.
"What else can we do? If Mustache Mo hadn't been badly wounded in a sneak attack, the three of us might have been able to fight him together. But now that Mustache Mo is dead, this man's magical power is unfathomably deep, and his magic treasure is astonishingly powerful. The two of us would likely be doomed if we took him on." Du Hao shook his head and jerked his chin toward the distance.
The middle-aged woman followed his gaze. Mustache Mo's Primordial Spirit was fleeing toward the distant horizon in a panic.
"That bastard! After we went to all that trouble to help him, he still didn't