Logically, the youth carrying a person and jumping down from such a high cliff shouldn't have any chance of survival. Even if he were to jump down from a height of more than a thousand meters, he would most likely be seriously injured, or even die, let alone a youth carrying a woman.
After hesitating for a while, the Zhou Clan leader decided to go down and investigate. He would not be satisfied until he saw the person who killed his grandson die with his own eyes.
The Zhou Clan leader looked left and right and realized that there was no way down the mountain. He could only grit his teeth and slowly jump down the cliff wall.
He didn't jump out like Mo Wen, but slid down the cliff wall, maintaining a distance of less than a meter between his body and the cliff wall. Every time he fell more than ten meters, he would punch the cliff wall, blasting a hole in the rock to slow down the speed of his descent.
Although the method was barbaric, it was very effective. In a short while, the Zhou Clan leader had descended a hundred meters and maintained his balance.
However, there was still a sea of clouds below. The visibility was low, so he couldn't see the situation below. However, thinking about it, the youth should still have fallen to the bottom of the cliff.
Just as he punched the rock wall again to slow down the speed of his descent, a silhouette flashed strangely. The speed was so fast that it actually appeared in front of him in an instant.
Immediately after, a smiling face with curled lips appeared in front of him.
"Old fellow, your descending speed is too slow. Let me help you to speed up."
Mo Wen chuckled. His leg whipped towards the Zhou Clan leader at lightning speed. The swift and fierce attack stirred up a gust of strong wind, messing up the sea of clouds.
The Zhou Clan leader was shocked, but it was already too late. He could only take Mo Wen's full force kick head-on.
With a dull thud, the huge force sent the Zhou Clan leader flying out. He completely separated from the rock wall and fell down the cliff.
Mo Wen also flew out because of the recoil. However, the angle of his strength was special, so he crashed into the rock wall instead.
A crimson light flashed. The belt in his hand instantly shot into the rock wall, once again fixing Mo Wen's figure in place.
Everything happened in a flash. Lin Qing, who was curled up in Mo Wen's embrace, didn't even have time to react before the exchange ended.
Looking at the sea of clouds below, Mo Wen's mouth curled into a cold smile. With such a high cliff, even if that old man Zhou didn't fall to his death, he would definitely be crippled. The old fellow of the Zhou Clan had lost because he had jumped off the cliff with Mo Wen. If he had not been so careless, Mo Wen would not have been able to do anything to him.
His arm shook, and a cold blade suddenly popped out from the end of the strange scarlet metal belt, piercing two to three inches into the rock wall. The edge of the knife could cut through iron like mud. The hard rock was like tofu against the edge of the knife. With Mo Wen and Lin Qing's weight, the rock was cut open.
The two of them began to descend slowly. Relying on the sharpness of the blade, they left a deep ravine on the rock wall. It was extremely terrifying.
Lin Qing's eyes widened as she stared at the blade at the tail. It was unbelievable that such a sharp weapon existed in this world.
What exactly was that weird belt in Mo Wen's hand? Could it be his weapon?
A huge question mark rose in Lin Qing's heart. Once again, she felt that Mo Wen was so mysterious.
About five minutes later, the two of them slid down to the bottom of the mountain. Below the cliff was a ravine. The ground was uneven and full of sharp rocks.
Goodness gracious!
Mo Wen thought to himself. Luckily, he had not fallen from above. Otherwise, even if he did not die, he would have lost a layer of skin.
He raised his eyes and looked around. He noticed that there was a bloodstain on the ground not far away. The bloodstain extended into the ravine, but he did not see the figure of the old fellow of the Zhou Clan.
The corner of Mo Wen's mouth curled into a cold smile. Now that he knew how to hide, could he hide?
He followed the bloodstain forward. After a while, he appeared in front of a cave. The bloodstain extended all the way into the cave.
"Sister Lin, let's go in and beat him when he's down."
Mo Wen smiled happily. He was obviously very good at adding insult to injury.
Lin Qing rolled her eyes at Mo Wen. How could this b * stard be so bad?
Mo Wen put Lin Qing down. With a flash, he entered the cave.
The space inside the cave was not small. It was about the size of two rooms. Mo Wen had just entered when he saw the old fellow of the Zhou Clan curled up in a corner, circulating his Qi to heal his injuries. His clothes were tattered and he looked extremely pathetic. One of his legs seemed to be broken as he laid on the ground in a crooked manner.
"Little b * stard, I want to tear you into pieces."
When Mo Wen, a living person, walked in, the Zhou Clan leader naturally noticed him at the first moment. Immediately, he gritted his teeth and wished he could skin Mo Wen alive. He had lived to such an old age and had never suffered such a big loss before.
"Old b * stard, now is not the time for you to be arrogant. Why don't you have any self-awareness?"
Mo Wen curled the corner of his mouth. He looked playfully at the old fellow of the Zhou Clan, who was on the verge of death and was already seriously injured.
"I'll fight it out with you."
Zhou Jianwu's heart was bleeding with hatred. He had been in the martial arts world for 50 to 60 years and had finally become a martial arts practitioner in the Qi Nucleation realm. However, he had ultimately fallen into the hands of a brat who was still wet behind the ears. How could he not be mad?
With a palm strike on the ground, Zhou Jianwu's entire body bounced up and pounced towards Mo Wen. Although both of his legs were broken, he still had his hands and Inner Energy. Even if he had to risk his life, he wanted to drag Mo Wen down with him.
"Since you are seeking death, I'll send you on your way."
Mo Wen's eyes flashed. With a flick of his wrist, the weird belt in his hand split apart in an instant. It became seven strangely shaped insignia that flew in all directions. It was as though they were alive. They hovered in the air and instantly surrounded Zhou Jianwu.
In the cave, there was a constant roaring sound. The surrounding mountain walls were shaking.
Outside the cave, Lin Qing's small hands were clenched tightly as she waited anxiously. She did not follow him into the cave, as she knew that she would only be a burden to Mo Wen.
After a quarter of an hour, Mo Wen walked out expressionlessly. His clothes were a little tattered and were stained with blood.
In the cave, Zhou Jianwu's mouth was wide open. Blood kept flowing out of his mouth, but he could not say a word. A protruding stone spike on the mountain wall pierced through his chest, pinning him to the mountain wall.
After struggling for a while, his body gradually went limp. He was no longer breathing, and had become a corpse. In his eyes, there was still a strong sense of unwillingness. If he had not fallen off the cliff and sustained serious injuries, with his Qi Nucleation realm cultivation, how could he have died in the hands of a brat who was still wet behind the ears?
Mo Wen carried Lin Qing and flew up the cliff once again. Although there was a path below the cliff, they would definitely get lost walking in the deep mountains. Hence, they could only go back the way they came to find their way back.
"Mo Wen, how do you feel?"
Lin Qing curled up in Mo Wen's embrace. She used one hand to touch his chest, helping him to calm his breathing. Just now, when he was fighting with the old man from the Zhou Clan, Mo Wen must have suffered quite a serious injury.
"Huh? Very good, very slippery, "Mo Wen was stunned for a moment, then said subconsciously.
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