Stepping In to Resolve the Siege

Could this brat really be from a great family?

The scarred man began to have second thoughts. Spirit masters like them could never afford to provoke a spirit master family.

However, he had observed his surroundings and saw no elders from a family accompanying Mo Li. As soon as he caught Mo Li's cold, indifferent gaze, his reason was gradually buried by rage.

The scarred man gritted his teeth hard. His previous posturing had been seen by his teammates; if he were to slink away now, even they would look down on him.

Yet, Mo Li's previous strike had clearly been held back, while he had already used his strongest defense. He had no confidence in Mo Li's true combat strength.

The scarred man's expression shifted several times before he took a deep breath, trying his best to steady his tone. "Brat, I'll give you one last chance. Get lost right now, and we might consider letting you off!"

Mo Li, however, looked at him as if he were an idiot. Seeing this, the scarred man's fury flared even higher, and the first white spirit ring on his body erupted with light.

"You're asking for death!"

"Spirit, manifest!"

"First Spirit Skill: Charge!"

"Second Spirit Skill: Hardening!"

The man roared, his physique swelling a size larger. His palms grew broader, his skin turned a grayish-white, and he charged forward with the immense force of a wild bear.

It had to be said, the combination of the scarred man's two spirit skills was actually quite formidable.

At the same time, Mo Li watched the man, whose momentum had surged, and began to move.

"Spirit, manifest."

Mo Li's voice rang out, accompanied by a strange bird's cry. Simultaneously, a yellow spirit ring halo swirled around his body, and dark purple flames instantly coated him.

Even his hair tips were tinged with purple, and his expression was filled with an untamable, wild ferocity.

Facing Mo Li now, the scarred man's spirit-possessed body couldn't help but shudder. A look of terror appeared on his somewhat beast-like face. What kind of sensation was that?

It felt like a fear stemming from the suppression of his very bloodline!

Among everyone present, he felt it most profoundly while in his spirit-possessed state. For an instant, even the momentum of his charge weakened, though it remained fierce.

Mo Li's aura climbed step by step. His spirit skill, Nether Flame, was already active. He clenched his fist, a look of intoxication on his face—the feeling of power surging through his body.

He immediately balled his right hand into a fist, which was now covered in purple flames. This punch was several times faster than the last, meeting the scarred man's charge head-on.

BOOM—!

The purple flames exploded violently. The hardened layer on the man's arms shattered upon impact, and a scorching, massive force slammed into his chest.

"Ugh—!"

His feet left the ground, his massive body sent flying several meters back. He kicked up a cloud of dust and spat out a mouthful of blood with a wet thud.

When the dust settled, everyone could clearly see that the clothes on the scarred man's chest were charred and shredded, wisps of white smoke rising from them.

The remaining four members of the squad and Ye Lingling all stared at Mo Li, who was slowly retracting his fist, with expressions of shock.

The youth before them, no more than seven or eight years old, had actually used the strength of a spirit master to crush a Great Spirit Master head-on!

"Boss!"

The remaining members of the spirit master squad rushed over to help the scarred man up. Supported by them, the scarred man's breathing was extremely weak. After shakily standing up, he spat out another mouthful of blood. He could clearly feel that several of his ribs were broken.

However, the moment he saw Mo Li still standing tall, the scarred man was blinded by a fresh wave of rage. He hissed viciously at his teammates, "What are you standing there for? He can't have much spirit power left!"

Though the remaining four were stunned by Mo Li's strength, they heard the scarred man's words and, after a moment of hesitation, tacitly spread out to surround Mo Li.

Despite being surrounded, there was not a hint of panic on Mo Li's face. Just as he prepared to strike again, a cold, clear voice rang out from behind the crowd.

"Wait."

This sudden voice startled not only the spirit master squad but also Mo Li, who clearly hadn't expected Ye Lingling to speak at this moment.

The squad's attention was instantly diverted, and they all turned in unison to look at Ye Lingling. After all, they had said so much earlier, and she hadn't uttered a single word.

Mo Li looked over as well. He saw Ye Lingling's veil trembling slightly, her beautiful, deep blue eyes filled with coldness.

She swept a faint gaze over the men before her. When it came down to it, this matter had started because of her. Although she was cold and reclusive by nature, Mo Li had fallen into this predicament because he was helping her.

Even though Mo Li had displayed extraordinary strength, these men were clearly not to be trifled with. She could not just stand by and watch Mo Li get hurt.

She walked silently to Mo Li's side and summoned her spirit to treat the injuries on his hands. The previous recoil had left some bloody gashes on his palms, though Mo Li himself hadn't paid them much mind; they were only minor wounds.

Looking at the gorgeous begonia flower in Ye Lingling's palm, Mo Li felt a surge of joy. That spirit was none other than the Nine Heart Begonia!

He sighed inwardly, thinking that this intervention had certainly been worth it.

A moment later, Ye Lingling withdrew her spirit and turned to face the squad. The men, unsure of what the two were planning and still wary of Mo Li's thunderous offensive, hesitated, and for a time, no one dared to step forward.

Ye Lingling's cold voice rang out faintly, "This matter has nothing to do with him."

"Isn't it just that you want to see my face? Fine, I will let you see."

Seeing the dark, uncertain expressions on their faces as they seemed to be contemplating something, Ye Lingling quietly gestured with her left hand for Mo Li to leave quickly, while her right hand reached up toward her veil.

Just then, Mo Li suddenly reached out, grabbed her wrist, and pulled Ye Lingling behind him.

Ye Lingling frowned slightly, turning her head to look at Mo Li with confusion and bewilderment, as if she were blaming him for not taking the chance to leave while she was stalling them.

Mo Li did not look at her, instead sweeping his gaze toward the group opposite him with a faint smile. "How about this? I'll give you one more chance. Apologize and leave now, and I might consider letting you off the hook."

The scarred man wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, laughing in anger as his eyes turned vicious.

"Are you two done playing around yet?"

"Damn it, none of you are leaving! Get them!"

Seeing this, Mo Li sighed with a smile. "Look, getting impatient again."

Sensing the violent aura behind him, Mo Li turned slightly and said in a playful tone, "Since you don't intend to leave, you can go tell that to Sister Erlong."

Before his voice had even faded, a slender figure in a black dress appeared beside Mo Li like a phantom. The members of the spirit master squad, including Ye Lingling by Mo Li's side, had no idea how Liu Erlong had even arrived.

At this moment, Liu Erlong's face was cold as frost. Merely by releasing the pressure of her spirit power, the five men's faces turned as pale as paper, and their bodies began to tremble uncontrollably.