Mo Ran's move was naturally affected by Song Wuji's sneak attack, turning into nothingness.
Since Jing Wu Sheng had already made his move, he would not let it miss.
Moreover, after being sneak attacked by Song Wuji, Mo Ran was still sent flying in the direction of Jing Wu Sheng.
Therefore, Jing Wu Sheng still struck down with a palm.
Mo Ran tried his best to change direction to evade, but under Jing Wu Sheng's attack, he had no room to dodge.
With a "bang," Mo Ran's body smashed heavily to the ground, his internal energy scattered, and his nose and mouth were filled with blood.
He lay on his back on the ground, endless regret flashing in his eyes.
If he had known this would be the outcome, he would never have gotten involved in the matter of围杀 Chen Fan.
Although he was following Zuo Li Zhou's orders, as a martial arts master, he still had the option to refuse.
He didn't know how many bones were broken and his internal organs were shattered. He knew he wouldn't live, and his lingering breath was only due to the vigorous and powerful life force of a martial arts master.
In his line of sight, he saw several dark figures appearing in the distance, which were several armed helicopters flying towards them.
His consciousness began to blur, and a bitter smile tugged at the corner of his mouth.
No wonder the martial arts world always kept its distance from the secular world; there was indeed a reason for it. Times had changed, and the imperial court and the secular world today were vastly different from the past!
His consciousness blurred, and he didn't see that after Song Wuji sneak attacked him, he leaped up and fled madly into the distance.
However, he did faintly hear Fu Qing Lei let out a piercing roar.
But this had nothing to do with him anymore!
When Mo Ran made his move, Fu Qing Lei was still adjusting, panting to calm his qi and blood and disordered internal energy.
Then he saw Song Wuji attack and sneak attack.
For a moment, his eyes were filled with rage, and he roared, "Song Wuji!"
He couldn't understand why Song Wuji would sneak attack Mo Ran.
There was no enmity between the two of them. They had even spoken to each other when they arrived, and their relationship seemed cordial.
But Song Wuji attacked so abruptly, with a deadly blow.
He naturally also saw Jing Wu Sheng continue his attack.
In this instant, he reacted and immediately leaped up, fleeing towards the east.
There was no other choice; the faster he escaped, the better.
As a grandmaster, he had a grasp of the overall situation. He couldn't possibly not know that Feng Yi Nian and Cheng Zhong Hong had fled.
Coupled with Song Wuji's betrayal, Mo Ran's sneak attack, and Zhao Cang Hu, who was killed by Jing Wu Sheng in anger earlier.
Among the seven grandmasters, except for Gui Yun Guang, who was injured earlier, only he remained.
He turned and fled frantically.
Taking advantage of the moment Jing Wu Sheng was killing Mo Ran, he tried to escape as far as possible.
However, as soon as he darted out, a figure suddenly attacked from the air.
It was none other than Chen Fan.
The situation that Fu Qing Lei could grasp, Chen Fan could also grasp.
He struck out with a claw, his internal energy transforming into a dragon, surging forward.
This was a secret technique he had comprehended from the Dragon Pattern Compass.
Fu Qing Lei gritted his teeth.
In front of Jing Wu Sheng, any delay was fatal.
But he also couldn't ignore Chen Fan's strike.
Chen Fan's attack, while incomparable to Jing Wu Sheng's, was not something he could withstand head-on with its condensed fighting spirit and refined internal energy.
Even though Chen Fan was not lightly injured, he was also severely wounded.
"Chen Tian Jiao!"
Fu Qing Lei roared and struck out.
With a "boom," after the collision, Chen Fan staggered and coughed up blood again.
But Fu Qing Lei was also hindered. Worse off than Chen Fan, his body swayed precariously.
Before he could catch his breath, Chen Fan, with a blank expression, took a step forward and attacked again, disregarding his own injuries.
Fu Qing Lei was furious, but he was helpless.
With a "boom!"
After the second move, Fu Qing Lei felt as if his body was about to explode. Under the severe injuries, he was at the end of his rope and could not continue.
Yet Chen Fan pressed his attack.
With a "bang," Chen Fan stood tall, his body perfectly straight. His soaring fighting spirit grew stronger and more potent with each drop of blood.
Like a tireless machine, he seemed forged of iron, becoming even more powerful than before he was injured.
Fu Qing Lei sat slumped on the ground, coughing up blood, despair flashing in his eyes.
With his peripheral vision, he could see Jing Wu Sheng opening his large hand and capturing Gui Yun Guang, who was heavily injured and trying to escape. The latter had no room to struggle.
Jing Wu Sheng showed no intention of attacking him, but he could no longer maintain himself and had no strength to escape in front of Chen Fan.
"I'll send you on your way!"
Chen Fan spoke indifferently.
The armed helicopters roared and flew overhead.
Fu Qing Lei wished even more that these helicopters could stop Chen Tian Jiao from killing him, giving him at least a chance to survive.
But Chen Fan gave him no more opportunity, stepping forward to attack.
With a "bang," Fu Qing Lei could not block, his chest caved in, and he fell to the ground, despair on his face.
"If you kill me... cough, Zuo Li Zhou will turn the capital upside down... he will definitely kill you!"
Fu Qing Lei, at his wit's end, coughed blood, making a final threat, a last struggle.
"I'd like to see if he dares!"
Chen Fan did not answer, but Jing Wu Sheng spoke coldly, "What hero's alliance? Do you really think you're invincible? If you dare to threaten the safety of this country, then we'll eliminate you!"
Fu Qing Lei let out a desperate, bitter laugh and changed his tune, "Don't kill me, I can surrender. I know Zuo Li Zhou's plan; he wants to control the martial arts world and gather the strength of the world to break through the heavenly-human barrier!"
"Just a pipe dream!"
Chen Fan, with a blank expression, pressed a palm onto Fu Qing Lei's head.
Fu Qing Lei grabbed Chen Fan's hand, trying to block, but soon his head lolled, and he fell.
A generation of grandmaster, the deputy leader of the Hero's Alliance, thus perished!
Chen Fan coughed up a mouthful of blood, released his hand, and looked up.
Ropes dangled down.
Fully armed Iron Blood soldiers rushed forward and saluted with a "snap."
The one leading them was none other than Qin Tian You.
"Report, the Capital Garrison arrived late, requesting punishment!"
Qin Tian You said loudly, with concern.
Chen Fan waved his hand.
"Boss, how are you?" Qin Tian You asked with concern after giving orders.
"I won't die,"
Jing Wu Sheng answered on his behalf, took out a medicine bottle, and threw it to Chen Fan, saying, "Two got away. I'm not suited to appear, so I have to leave."
"Thank you, Jing Wu Sheng."
Chen Fan said, "If it weren't for you, I might have been finished today."
"That would be a disgrace to Great Xia, your own War God falling in your capital. What face would you have left?"
"Of course, it would also mean you're an unworthy War God!"
Jing Wu Sheng said.
Chen Fan grinned and said, "I'm fine. Qin Tian You!"
"Yes!"
"Have the helicopters land and send one to take Jing Wu Sheng!"
Chen Fan instructed.
"Yes!"
One helicopter landed.
"You kid, be careful!"
Jing Wu Sheng cautioned Chen Fan and got onto the helicopter, leaving.
Chen Fan and Qin Tian You boarded another helicopter. Chen Fan squinted and said, "To Seven Star Ridge!"
"Yes!"