As a result, before even a second had passed, he was sent flying by a simple wave of Mo Jiuchi’s sleeve, slammed into the courtyard wall in a spread-eagle shape.
Then, he slowly slid down, revealing the wall behind him covered in cracks like a spiderweb.
The Divine Fist player knelt on the ground, supporting himself with his hands. He only felt as if his internal organs had been displaced, his bones and tendons shattered, his entire body already numb.
“Damn, that damage is really high.”
Seeing that his HP had already reached zero, he let out a bitter laugh, then slowly turned into starlight.
This bizarre scene directly terrified the two servants. Only Mo Jiuchi stared in horror at the spot where the Divine Fist player had disappeared.
Suddenly, he snapped awake!
‘No good, I’ve fallen into a trap. They are…’
The players might not have noticed, but they had already entered the sights of the big shots in the Xianjie circle.
That year, when the Eight Major Sects recruited new disciples, a batch of new disciples suddenly appeared very strangely.
This batch of new disciples was enormous in number, almost all gifted with extraordinary talent, not a single mediocrity among them.
Their strength improved very quickly. In just one month, they equaled the bitter cultivation of ordinary disciples for several years, even over a decade.
Surprisingly, they could actually resurrect after death, and moreover, they could resurrect an unlimited number of times.
Such a shocking phenomenon seemed perfectly natural in the eyes of the people in Xianjie.
Even if there were many things they didn’t understand, they wouldn’t overthink it. The only sentence left in their minds was: ‘What’s so strange about them resurrecting? Isn’t that just how it should be?’
Mo Jiuchi, as one of the rare Grandmaster Martial Artists of the Great Song, had naturally tried to understand them.
He also knew that they could resurrect—a miracle. After resurrection, at most their strength would be slightly weakened, with no other losses. But seeing it happen before his eyes gave Mo Jiuchi a headache.
He had already suspected why this group of sect disciples would provoke him for no reason. Now it seemed someone was digging a pit for him, Mo.
‘Who could it be?’
‘Could it be that old eunuch in the imperial palace?’
‘As fellow Grandmaster Martial Artists of the Great Song, that old bastard shouldn’t have any hostility toward me. After all, the Great Song’s top-tier combat strength is only at the Grandmaster level. Losing one would be a major loss for the Great Song. That old bastard is the Royal Guardian; he wouldn’t do anything detrimental to the Great Song.’
‘If not him, then who?’
‘The sect side? No, any elder from the sects coming down could kill me easily; they wouldn’t resort to such petty tricks.’
‘Then there’s only one possibility left. The Military Official Faction.’
‘The civil and military officials of the Great Song are hostile to each other, but the former have too much power in the court, suppressing the latter so they can’t raise their heads. If it weren’t for the rampant Demonic Creatures requiring military officials, the entire Great Song court would be a one-party rule of civil officials. You ask, what is the Emperor doing? Him? He’s cultivating immortality and rarely manages state affairs.’
“You are honored as Immortal Sect disciples. Why would you lower yourselves to work for those people?” Mo Jiuchi was very puzzled.
“Too much nonsense. Attack!”
The Shaolin and Divine Strategy players now didn’t care about anything, didn’t think about anything, only had one thought.
That was to die and claim compensation.
No matter how much you babble, it’s not as fragrant as real money.
Shushan, Yihua, and Tang Clan followed closely behind.
Only Shen Yue remained standing in place, just watching, with no intention of joining the fight.
However, the other players weren’t angry either. Towards this little cutie, they really couldn’t get angry.
Ahem, maybe this little girl was scared. After all, she was still too young, so it was understandable.
Mo Jiuchi thought he had seen through the conspiracy. His subsequent attacks turned defensive. Although he didn’t hold back his strikes, at least they weren’t fatal.
“Brother Jiuchi, what happened?”
Mo Ruhui heard the sounds of fighting in the courtyard and immediately ran out.
“Head of Family.”
Mo Jiuchi turned to look at him. His body shook, and a powerful surge of internal energy burst forth, sending several players flying. Seizing this gap, he told Mo Ruhui his conjectures.
“What? They actually have this ability?” Mo Ruhui was greatly shocked. “Those martial artists could invite sect disciples to help them? How is that possible? With such ability, why are they still being oppressed by us to the point of breathlessness?”
Seeing Mo Ruhui’s shocked expression, Mo Jiuchi hastily explained: “Head of Family, they are this year’s new disciples of the sects.”
“Uh…” Mo Ruhui was embarrassed.
If they are new disciples, then it’s nothing.
He had also heard about these new disciples—they didn’t have the slightest bit of Immortal Sect disciple demeanor. For a trivial profit, they would actually serve an ordinary person. If not for the sect uniform they wore, they would be mistaken for some low-class scum.
But regardless, these people were still sect disciples. No matter how much he looked down on them, he still had to give face.
“I am Prime Minister Mo Ruhui. Greetings to all.”
Mo Ruhui greeted them with a polite cupped-fist salute.
However, his response was a Divine Strategy spear.
“Who cares who you are? Die!”
The Divine Strategy player gripped his spear and performed a brainless split, striking straight at Mo Ruhui’s crown.
“Head of Family, be careful!”
At the critical moment, Mo Jiuchi shot out a palm with a burst of wind, slapping the Divine Strategy spear away. He glared at the players: “Don’t go too far!”
“You killed my teammate. Today, either you die or we die.”
The Divine Strategy player replied with great momentum, then turned around and scurried off to pick up his spear.
This ridiculous scene was awkward no matter how you looked at it. The other players covered their faces, not wanting to look at their embarrassing captain.
Chen Xiaoyan and Chong Chong also followed, but they didn’t enter the courtyard. Instead, they observed from the side in secret.
Seeing Mo Jiuchi repeatedly show mercy, it was obvious that this man had already seen through their plan.
Imagination is rich, but reality doesn’t follow your expectations.
“Sister Xiaoyan, should we go over and help?”
“Help with what? It’s useless even if we go. That Mo Jiuchi is not someone we can deal with right now.”
Chen Xiaoyan counted the players in the courtyard—seven in total, one missing.
So, one has already died?
Instantly, a smile of successful scheming appeared on her face.
She sent a message to Xianyun, patted Chong Chong on the back, and said excitedly: “Let’s go, let’s go. It’s our turn to appear.”
“Huh? Didn’t we say we weren’t going to help?” Chong Chong was stunned.
“You fool. We’re not going just to help. We’re also going to demand an explanation. Hehe, come on, I’ll show you a good show.”
And so, Chen Xiaoyan and Chong Chong slowly walked into the courtyard.
At that moment, the Divine Strategy player retrieved his spear and led the players to prepare for another charge.
“Stop!!!”
Suddenly, a delicate shout interrupted them.
The group instinctively looked toward the direction of the voice. Seeing it was Chen Xiaoyan and Chong Chong, their faces lit up with joy.
“Xiaoyan Dalao!”
“It’s Sister Xiaoyan, and Big Boss Chongchong!”
“Sister Xiaoyan!”
Seeing Chen Xiaoyan, Shen Yue was overjoyed and hopped over to her.
Even though they kept calling her “Big Boss” and such, she didn’t give them a good look. She asked coldly: “What are you doing? Why are you attacking Prime Minister Mo?”
The group was stunned, then immediately understood Chen Xiaoyan’s intention.
The Divine Strategy player immediately put on a look of extreme grief, pointed at Mo Jiuchi, and roared: “It was him! He killed Xiaoquanquan Chui Ni Xiongkou!”
“Pfft—”
Hearing that name, Chong Chong burst out laughing.