It was useless to escape to Mount Calming Sea. Qin Weiwei was still in South Edict Manor, and the remaining people in Mount Calming Sea might not be able to withstand the combined might of these two. If he escaped to other abodes, they might not risk their lives for him. This could be seen from everyone's attitude towards him.
Escape from South Edict Manor and ask for help from other manors? Why would they save a low-level cultivator like him?
The other party had rushed to make a move at this moment. It was obvious that they had calculated everything, and wanted to strike when he was cornered.
He could only fight with his life on the line.
One by one, the little ones were summoned from the storage ring. They followed Charcoal's rapidly galloping front hooves and plunged into the snow to hide.
He could only make use of the little ones in secret. Miao Yi was very clear that the little ones could not compare to the Hell Mantises in the Boundless Secular World. They were still too weak. In a direct confrontation, even he, Miao Yi, could easily kill them all, not to mention the person who was currently pursuing him.
Charcoal quickly turned around and charged out from the side, running in circles on the snowy plains. Miao Yi took the opportunity to plant the little ones into the snow like seeds.
Fan Renfang, who was blocking the path to South Edict Manor, stopped. Seeing Fang Ziyu chasing Miao Yi in circles, she became a little anxious and shouted, "Hurry up and do it! He's stalling for time!"
Fang Ziyu was also a little anxious. With a shake of the spear in his hand, the snow on the ground immediately formed into a snow dragon, flying towards Miao Yi.
This kind of long-range attack wouldn't cause too much damage to Miao Yi. His White Lotus Second Grade cultivation wasn't for show.
Even though the snow dragons, mud, and flying rocks attacked him like a violent storm, they were all destroyed by the cold light that burst out from Miao Yi's hand like a chaotic rain.
Fang Ziyu gritted his teeth in hatred. He realized that this bastard wasn't just the usual kind of hard to deal with. With that damn fatty's leg strength to rely on, he actually couldn't do anything to him!
… If the other party had the guts to dismount and fight, he would definitely kill him with a single strike!
As he madly chased after Miao Yi, the flustered and exasperated Fang Ziyu didn't realize that a little one had already crawled behind him, raising the 'little sickle' in its hand towards his buttocks.
Realizing that the little one was already in position, Miao Yi was secretly delighted. He suddenly stopped, and Charcoal quickly turned around with him on his back.
"Kill!" Miao Yi shouted angrily, and charged towards Fang Ziyu.
He didn't know if the little one would be useful against a White Lotus Fifth Grade cultivator, but he was forced to fight with his life!
This was really courting death! Fang Ziyu sneered. Just as he was about to strike with his spear, he suddenly felt a sharp pain in his buttocks. A terrifying aura that made him feel as if he had fallen into the netherworld quickly filled his entire body.
Miao Yi, who was cooperating with the little guy, was afraid that something would happen to it. Because aside from its extraordinary innate talent, the little guy's body was actually still very fragile. It wouldn't be able to withstand an attack from an expert like the other party.
He quickly gathered his transcendence energy at the tip of the spear and swept it across the ground, gathering a big snowball and throwing it off the spearhead. He then threw it at Fang Ziyu.
Fang Ziyu, who wanted to look back to see what was going on, immediately raised his last trace of consciousness and waved his spear to smash the attacking Snowball.
Boom! Flying snow filled the sky.
Charcoal suddenly leapt into the air, carrying Miao Yi as he charged diagonally into the midst of the dancing snowflakes.
Fang Ziyu's movements were sluggish as he slowly brandished his spear to meet the attack.
However, this kind of power and speed was no longer a threat to Miao Yi. After all, Miao Yi was not someone to be trifled with.
If he could miss out on such an opportunity, then the ten years he had spent on the island would have been for naught.
A cold light flashed in his hand as he quickly thrust his spear.
Puff! Fang Ziyu's head flew up into the sky.
Once Charcoal landed on the ground, Miao Yi swept the spear in his hand. A wave of transcendence energy blew away the drifting snow, and he turned around to look coldly at Fan Renfang.
From afar, Fan Renfang was dumbstruck as she watched a head fall to the ground. She saw the headless Fang Ziyu still sitting on his dragon steed.
After the dragon steed had galloped far away, Fang Ziyu's headless corpse immediately fell to the ground.
With this successful experience, Miao Yi was immediately filled with confidence. He pointed the spear in his hand at Fan Renfang and shouted angrily, "Miao Yi is here! Who dares to fight me!? "
Fang Ziyu was killed just like that? Fan Renfang was dumbfounded for a moment. He didn't quite understand what was going on, but he quickly raised his spear and shouted angrily, "Don't run if you have the guts!"
The dragon steed beneath him immediately rushed over with him on its back.
It would be strange if he didn't run! At this moment, the little guy wasn't prepared for Fan Renfang. Miao Yi naturally turned around and ran, wanting to take the other for a few laps around the snowy plains.
Thus, the previous scene replayed itself. Fan Renfang chased after him while brandishing his spear to attack.
With Charcoal's leg power helping him, Miao Yi wasn't afraid at all. Charcoal seemed to be very excited about his Master turning the tables and killing someone, and immediately ran even more cheerfully...
In the distance, a large group of troops were galloping towards them at high speed. Yang Qing had already changed into a set of silver armor, and was leading the various Mountain Chieftains as they galloped forward. They were about to hand over the Orbs of Will they had collected to Suppressing Second Hall.
As they galloped, the rumbling sounds of battle could be heard from afar. Yang Qing quickly raised his hand, and everyone immediately restrained their mounts, listening attentively.
Beside him, Xiong Xiao's expression changed slightly. He was a little worried that it could be his two subordinates...
After listening carefully, it was indeed a battle. Yang Qing's expression darkened, "Who dares to cause trouble in my South Edict Manor!?"
Xiong Xiao immediately stepped forward and cupped his fists, "Your subordinate will go and investigate!"
Yang Qing was about to nod, when he suddenly heard an indistinct roar. It was Miao Yi who shouted, "Miao Yi is here! Who dares to fight me!? "
Many were startled. Everyone was familiar with this voice and this slogan. Back then, it was precisely because of these words that a certain brat had won Yang Qing's admiration.
Qin Weiwei also furrowed her brows. 'Miao Yi? What the hell is that bastard up to this time!? '
Xiong Xiao's expression changed greatly. His gaze flickered incessantly. 'Could it really be … If it really is … what are those two fellows doing? Could it be that two White Lotus Fifth Grade cultivators can't even deal with that brat?'
"Miao Yi?" Yang Qing frowned.
Before Xiong Xiao could ask for permission to proceed, Yang Qing's dragon steed had already carried him out like an arrow released from a bow. He wanted to see what was going on!
The group immediately increased their speed and chased after him...
The rumbling sounds of battle in front of them became clearer and clearer.
With Yang Qing in the lead, everyone rushed up a hill, and quickly raised their eyes to look ahead.
All they saw was a huge snowball being smashed by a masked man brandishing his spear. Miao Yi then shouted angrily, "Die!"
His mount carried Miao Yi, who seemed to have no regard for his life, and soared into the sky. Carrying Miao Yi, who was furiously thrusting his spear, he charged diagonally into the swirling snowflakes.
That indomitable aura caused everyone's hearts to tremble.
Pu! A masked head soared into the sky, breaking through the swirling snowflakes and landing on the ground.
Yang Qing's pupils shrank. He subconsciously stopped his dragon steed, and quietly watched the swirling snowflakes.
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