Run … "
On a mountain 30 kilometers away from where Ye Chen and the rest were fighting, Mu Caiwei carried Mengmeng and pulled Jiu 'er with one hand as she dashed towards the capital's city gate with all her might.
There was only one thought in her mind!
That was to escape!
She was not afraid of death, but she was afraid that the little girl in her arms would fall into the enemy's hands. If that was the case, she would not be able to face Ye Chen even if she died.
"Where do you think you're going?!" A Martial Arts Grandmaster of the Dali Dynasty leaped over and charged at her in a frenzy without saying a word.
"Die!"
Mu Caiwei opened her mouth and spat out a snow-white sword that looked like a cicada's wing tore through the air and slashed it down.
Her thunderous methods immediately deterred many people who wanted to attack. Only then did they realize that this woman was not as simple as they had imagined.
"Girl, stay here!"
A martial king finally could not help but attack. His eyes shot out a huge hand that could hold up the sky and grabbed at Mu Caiwei.
"Young mistress …"
Jiu 'er was in despair, "Go, go quickly. Don't worry about me. I'll only drag you down …"
Although she had received the cultivation method from Ye Chen, she was not as hardworking as Mu Caiwei in cultivation. She was only at the late-stage Foundation Building stage at the moment, and her combat strength was on par with a martial venerable.
Mu Caiwei took a deep breath in and handed the little girl in her arms to Jiu 'er. She gritted her teeth and looked at the approaching hand with determination, "Go, I'll cover the back …"
"No …" Jiu 'er cried.
"Go!"
Mu Caiwei berated sternly.
"Don't even think about leaving!"
Just when the hand was less than ten feet away from the two girls, a huge scroll suddenly appeared in the air and blocked the hand.
"Zhao Xing, you're a martial king after all. Now that you disregard your status and attack two weak women, do you still have any shame?"
As the void trembled, an old man in Confucian robes appeared in front of Mu Caiwei. The old man's entire body was filled with the aura of a scholar.
Behind him, a sinister old man dressed in black appeared. His expression was extremely ugly, "Chancellor of the Directorate, Wei Fengnian, as a subject of the Great Li Dynasty, are you going to help the evildoer now …"
"I've already voluntarily resigned from the position of chancellor of the Imperial College. Now, I'm just a scholar and a disciple of the Grand Preceptor …"
Wei Feng Nian's expression was indifferent. He then said to Mu Caiwei and the others, "Miss Mu, you can leave. The city gate official is my son-in-law, he will let you out of the city …"
"Many thanks, Teacher Wei … …"
Mu Caiwei was extremely grateful. Wei Feng Nian was the chancellor of the Imperial College, and the reason why he was helping her now was entirely because of Grand Preceptor Ning.
With that, she led Jiu 'er towards the city gates.
"Hahaha, where do you think you're going …"
At this moment, a bone-numbing and gloomy laughter came from the void, and then a black-clothed woman stood in front of Mu Caiwei.
"Lady Ten Yin …"
Wei Feng Nian's expression changed greatly.
Mu Caiwei was in complete despair!
Martial Saint!
A Martial Saint personally came out to stop them.
Lady Ten Yin giggled. "Little sister, can you come with big sister? I won't hurt you. "
Mu Caiwei retreated step by step with Mengmeng in her arms. Her face was filled with despair and a bitter smile.
"Come with me …"
Lady Ten Yin reached out to grab the former.
"Hey, who dares to bully my teacher! “
At this critical moment, a black shadow suddenly attacked from the space beside Lady Ten Yin.
It was a hoof!
That hoof smashed down on Lady Ten Yin's face, sending her flying.
Then, a donkey was revealed, an extremely thin and weak little donkey that seemed like it could even be blown away by a gust of wind.
Lady Ten Yin was dumbfounded.
The onlookers were also dumbfounded.
Before she could react, she saw the donkey carrying Mu Caiwei and the other two. With a whoosh, it turned into a gust of wind and flew towards the city gate at an extremely fast speed.
Someone gulped and said, "That … that was a … a donkey? Am … am I seeing things? "
"It should be …"
Another person nodded with a dazed expression. Lady Ten Yin's face had almost been disfigured by a donkey's kick.
Only Wei Feng Nian revealed a pleasantly surprised expression: "It's Lord Xiao Tong, I didn't expect it to be a Martial Saint …"
…
"Rumble …"
At the scene of the battle, boulders rolled and mountains exploded. This earth-shattering battle had already reached its most tragic state.
"Roar!"
Ye Chen, who had transformed into the Primordial Demon Ape, was tightly entangled by the five Martial Saints. He let out a furious roar, causing the mountains and the ground to tremble. Even with the protection of the formation, an endless amount of dust was swept up by the waves.
"Get lost!"
Ye Chen's fist intent was invincible. He swung both fists and landed heavily on the chest of the Dali Emperor, Shang Wudao, when the five people's monstrous attacks landed on him.
He didn't need to use any divine abilities or spells, because his body was his greatest asset and his most powerful weapon.
"Hmph …"
Shang Wudao screamed and retreated continuously because half of his body was almost smashed by Ye Chen's punch.
He felt slightly regretful as he looked at Ye Chen, who was in a berserk state like an ancient ferocious beast.
It was because Ye Chen kept chasing after him despite being besieged by so many people. It was as if he would not stop until he was dead.
If this continued, some of the people present would probably die. Thinking to this point, he could not help but place his hopes on Lady Ten Yins.
He could tell that Ye Chen cared a lot about his daughter. Once Lady Ten Yins captured Ye Chen's daughter, their situation would improve greatly.
At this moment, a streak of black energy swept over from the horizon, revealing Lady Ten Yins's figure. However, she was empty-handed.
Shang Wudao's expression changed slightly, "Ten Yins, where are they?"
"They ran away!"
Lady Ten Yins's expression was extremely cold. She did not explain the exact process, but her expression was extremely gloomy.
"What?"
Shang Wudao was infuriated, "You're a Martial Saint, yet you can't catch three ants?!"
On the other hand, Ye Chen made up his mind when he heard that. Monstrous murderous aura swept through the sky in his terrifying blood-red eyes, "All of you will die today!"
"Boom …"
He took a step forward and his fists shook the void, carrying a monstrous murderous aura as he charged at the Patriarch of Qian Ji who was closest to him.
"Qian Ji Divine Dao!"
The Patriarch of Qian Ji's expression changed slightly as he shouted hurriedly. He activated his cultivation base with all his might and activated the spirit treasure, the Thousand Chance Umbrella, above his head. He wanted to activate supreme killing intent and kill Ye Chen completely.
Tens of thousands of rays of light bloomed from the Thousand Chance Umbrella. They shot at Ye Chen like tens of thousands of arrows.
Ye Chen's golden hair stood on end. He roared and advanced instead of retreating. His fists seemed like they were going to shatter the world.
Thousands of rays of Qian Ji Divine Light struck Ye Chen's body. Although they pierced through Ye Chen's body, his wounds were healing at a speed visible to the naked eye.
This showed how terrifying Ye Chen's physical body was.
Not only could such a method not stop Ye Chen, but it also completely triggered his ferocity. He became more and more courageous as he fought. He was determined to kill the Patriarch of Qian Ji.
(End of this chapter)
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