Chapter 643: 643 murmurs and rolls down
Dai Songling no longer had any thoughts about cultivation techniques; he knew only one thing: Mo Yanhong kicking him while he was down was akin to seeking death.
And if Mo Yanhong died, he would surely be doomed as well. Let’s not forget that the Mo Family still had three guards who were much stronger than him. Should the Family Head lose his temper, killing him would be no difficult feat, and with the power of the Mo Family, he would have nowhere to flee.
In an instant, Dai Songling’s scalp numbed, and his body hairs stood on end.
As he shouted loudly, Dai Songling exerted his full strength, rushing towards Mu Hanyan.
At this moment, he could no longer concern himself with his reputation or the unspoken rule of not bullying the weak; his only option was to launch a full-force attack on Mu Hanyan to distract her and possibly save Mo Yanhong.
Just as Dai Songling was about to reach behind Mo Yanhong, Mu Hanyan pushed off with her palm, aiming for Mo Yanhong’s chest.
Dai Songling had intended to strike Mu Hanyan fatally, but upon seeing this, he felt a chill run through his body. If Mo Yanhong died right in front of him, what good would killing Mu Hanyan do? Not to mention killing Mu Hanyan, even annihilating the entire Mu Family would not absolve him of guilt. Of course, he did not have the capability to do that.
With no other choice, he had to forcefully halt his momentum, grabbing Mo Yanhong and retreating backward, while simultaneously catching the palm strike from Mu Hanyan.
Originally having rushed forward, betting his life and gathering all his Qi for a full-force strike on Mu Hanyan, he now had to stop and retreat. Dai Songling felt the Qi inside him going haywire, his chest’s blood and energy tumultuous. He stumbled from the force of Mu Hanyan’s palm strike, and by mishap, tripped over the threshold, taking Mo Yanhong down with him in a nosedive.
Fearing that Mu Hanyan would follow up with another strike, Dai Songling dared not delay. He grabbed Mo Yanhong and scrambled out of the threshold, but forgetting that there were several steps outside the door, both men fell, tumbling down the steps.
Worried that Mu Hanyan might relentlessly pursue them, Dai Songling, with his face covered in moss and mud, dragged Mo Yanhong along, shouting loudly as they crawled forward, "Help, protect the young master, protect the young master."
It wasn’t until a few guards hurriedly arrived that Dai Songling, in a miserable state, finally stopped.
"Young master, are you okay?" Surrounded by guards, Mo Yanhong took a deep breath, wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, and looked anxiously at Mo Yanhong.
He then noticed that Mo Yanhong was looking back at him with an odd expression, and the guards around him also wore looks of confusion.
Turning his head, Dai Songling realized that Mu Hanyan had not pursued them after all. She was still sitting cross-legged in cultivation pose, staring entranced at her own hands.
Mu Hanyan could hardly believe her own hands: Late Stage Great Swordsman Peak!
Her best expectation had only been to advance from the Middle Stage to the Late Stage of a Great Swordsman, considering she hadn’t been at the Middle Stage for long. Many people spent years, even decades, in dedicated cultivation, struggling to break through to the Late Stage. That she had reached this stage in such a short time was already a miracle.
Yet, unbelievably, she had shot straight from Middle Stage to the Peak of Late Stage, just one step away from entering the Sword Master Realm.
Her strength had increased too rapidly for her body to fully adapt. That was why her Qi had not flowed smoothly in that last strike, not fully exhibiting her true strength at the moment; it was even slightly inferior to her usual level. Otherwise, it wouldn’t be just one Mo Yanhong; even a highly skilled Sword Master, caught off guard, could be wounded by her.