Mo Que's Headlong Rush

On the road outside the village, a boy was talking excitedly to a burly middle-aged man beside him.

Although they were quite far apart, Wei Hai could still hear them.

"Father, let me tell you, our sect is amazing! Don't let its location in a small village fool you, it has everything! It's so interesting! I'll take you to see our sect's Xiaoluan and its disciple, Big Peach, and the Cold Pool later. Oh, and Father, you can also watch me inscribe an array! How about I inscribe a Slight Cooling Formation for you right here?"

Mo Yuanjiao was unaware of the strange changes in the village and was enthusiastically introducing their Lingxian Sect to his father.

General Mo didn't pay any attention to what he was saying, only nodding perfunctorily, his gaze focused on admiring the scenery around him.

"Beautiful mountains and clear waters, a place of outstanding people and abundant resources, what a wonderful place!"

General Mo, who fought on the battlefield year after year, loved this kind of place where mountains and rivers meet and vegetation is lush.

Mo Que followed silently behind the two, observing his surroundings without uttering a word—a habit he had developed over many years as a guard.

As the three approached the village entrance, Mo Que, who had barely spoken the entire way, suddenly interrupted Mo Yuanjiao, who was rambling on and on, saying:

"Young Master, something's not right."

Upon hearing this, Mo Yuanjiao immediately looked up at the village entrance and around.

They discovered that something was indeed very wrong. At this time of day, the village would normally be filled with the smoke of cooking fires and many villagers would be out fetching water or working.

But now, there isn't a single person in the entire Xiushui Village.

The next moment, he spotted a purple shadow seemingly floating above Xiushui Village, its outline appearing to be human-shaped.

Mo Que and General Mo followed his gaze and looked up at the purple shadow in the sky.

Mo Yuanjiao and the others then realized that it was indeed a person, because this person was turning around high in the sky and looking at them.

"Little one, you're a disciple of the Lingxian Sect, right?"

Wei Hai was overjoyed; this was like a timely help. He had been worrying about how to quickly break through the Mountain-Protecting Grand Formation of this new sect, as it had taken too long to break through the Mountain-Protecting Grand Formation of the Shangyang Sect last time.

Now that I have this disciple, who can even bring his family to visit the sect, his status must be quite high, so I have a chance.

He deliberately didn't muffle his voice, instead letting it amplify, so that the people in that sect would know he had captured their disciple.

As soon as he finished speaking, he casually raised his hand and stretched it out in Mo Yuanjiao's direction.

Just as he was about to grab Mo Yuanjiao from afar, he heard Senior Liao's shout from the air:

"Young man, get out of the way!"

When Mo Yuanjiao saw the person high in the sky, and considering the unusual situation in the whole village, he felt something was wrong.

Seeing the Spiritual Power of the person in the air rapidly approaching him, in a flash, he instinctively pulled out his defensive talismans and defensive formations with unprecedented speed. Then, he and his father lunged to the side, and Mo Que followed suit, dodging to the side as well.

The defensive talismans and arrays shattered the moment they touched the person's Spiritual Power. Fortunately, the three of them managed to avoid the center of the Spiritual Power.

Nevertheless, Mo Yuanjiao was still struck on the back by the edge of the purple-clad man's Spiritual Power, which arrived in the blink of an eye. He immediately threw General Mo heavily to the ground, sliding dozens of meters away!

General Mo was thus thrown from his arms.

Because the Spiritual Power was mainly directed at Mo Yuanjiao, and he was at the forefront, he took the brunt of the damage. As a result, General Mo, who was being protected by Mo Yuanjiao, and Mo Que behind him did not suffer any serious injuries.

Upon seeing Mo Yuanjiao lying unconscious on the ground, bleeding from all seven orifices, General Mo and Mo Que felt a pang of anxiety and staggered to his side.

"Yuanjiao!"

"Young Master!"

"Get into the village quickly! Run towards the village entrance!" Liao Pantu's voice followed closely behind.

At the same time, the sky above everyone grew increasingly dark, with dark clouds churning above them and flashes of lightning interspersed among them.

However, no one paid attention to the change in the weather at that moment.

Realizing that something was terribly wrong, Mo Que immediately picked up General Mo and Mo Yuanjiao, one in each arm, and was about to rush towards the village entrance as instructed by Senior Liao.

But then the man in purple raised his hand and waved it gently at them, and a large hand formed from gathered Spiritual Power reached out towards the three of them.

Looking at the three people fleeing in a sorry state below, Wei Hai felt extremely smug.

This is the fatal attraction of supreme power.

What a wonderful thing it is to watch these fragile mortals below, fleeing in panic and disarray out of fear of my power.

He was quite surprised to see the boy below react so quickly, pulling out a bunch of defensive talismans and avoiding the center of the attack.

Although it was just a careless strike.

But he himself was Nascent Soul Cultivator, and the young man's performance was already quite remarkable.

So instead of crippling the person outright, he planned to capture him first and see if he could use him for amusement to pass the time.

Seeing the massive hand of Spiritual Power reaching out towards him with lightning speed from the ground, Mo Que felt a wave of despair.

Because he could clearly sense that he would not be able to escape the range of the giant Spiritual Power hand before it descended.

At this moment, the three of them were less than 100 meters away from the village entrance.

However, compared to the rapid descent of the Spiritual Power hand, this hundred-meter distance seemed like an insurmountable chasm.

Just as the giant hand of Spiritual Power reached within three meters of Mo Que's head and was about to grab them, a thick bolt of lightning suddenly emerged from the churning dark clouds, as if it had eyes, and struck down directly at Wei Hai high in the sky!

Wei Hai was caught off guard and was immediately struck by the lightning, which covered his head and face.

His purple robes shattered instantly.

Only the innermost layer of his white undergarment, ripped to shreds, barely covered his body.

The giant hand of Spiritual Power hovering above Mo Que also vanished completely.

Seeing this, Mo Que immediately mustered all his strength and rushed towards the village entrance, and soon he was inside.

Although Senior Liao only told them to enter the village, it seemed that once they entered the village, they would be safe.

But he dared not let his guard down, and continued to carry General Mo and Mo Yuanjiao as he sped toward the sect.

Xiushui Village is long and narrow, and the road from the entrance to the end of the village is particularly long, about five or six miles.

There is still a distance of about four miles from the end of the village to the foot of North Mountain.

Although Lingxian Sect is only located halfway up the North Mountain, the North Mountain is still very high, so the winding mountain road is almost a mile long.

Therefore, it is still quite a long distance from the village entrance to the Lingxian Sect, about eleven or twelve li in total.

As Mo Que and his group were advancing at full speed towards the Lingxian Sect, they were unaware that a figure also flew out from within the Lingxian Sect and headed straight for them.