After blocking all the arrows, Chen Mo infused True Qi into the long spear. With a powerful sweep, a domineering spear light swept forward, cutting down the lives of the Desolate Kingdom soldiers like autumn leaves.

Swish swish swish—

Just as Chen Mo was about to forcefully break out of the encirclement, a subtle sound, like a poisonous snake slithering through grass, mixed almost inaudibly with the wind.

But Chen Mo sensed it. Out of the corner of his eye, he noticed two figures rapidly approaching from the mountain forests on both sides, without making a single sound.

As they reached the attack range.

Crack!

In the white mountain forests, the sound of boots stamping the ground and tree trunks rang out simultaneously, as these two black shadows burst out from the darkness. Their swift movements were like leopards that had locked onto their prey, reaching Chen Mo’s side in an instant.

"Be careful," Zhao Qianyi warned, waving the Heavenly Question in an attempt to assist Chen Mo.

When experts bully the weak, they can kill within ten steps; in a battle between strong opponents, the outcome is often decided within ten moves. These two were clearly experts, stronger than the small, thin man with the dual weapons in Chen Mo’s perception.

Both were top experts from Loulan, having been in the First Grade for many years. One used a sword, the other a mace.

The one with the sword was called Lang Youzi, a Sword Dao Grandmaster of Loulan, a figure who created his own sect. Once he became famous, he never used more than three sword strikes in a duel.

Because those who dueled with him all died within his three strikes.

His longsword, like a white snake flicking its tongue, pierced directly toward Chen Mo’s throat. It was a killing move right from the start, and even outside the blade, the Sword Qi was present. The tip of the sword didn’t need to touch a person to take their life, which was terrifying.

The one with the mace was called Wu Liang Daoist, named so because his attacks targeted a person’s lower parts. His mace swung vertically to sweep at Chen Mo’s abdomen, using his most powerful killing move.

If hit, not only would one’s cultivation be ruined, but the family heirloom would likely become a pulp too.

One attacking high and the other low, they assumed that even with the abilities akin to the heavens, this general could not block everything.

To their surprise, as they approached, the world before them suddenly turned black and white, and their movements became sluggish.

Faced with their aggressive attacks, Chen Mo showed no sign of panic.

Holding the spear in his left hand, he swept downward, while True Qi surged in his right hand. Activating the Red Dragon Demon Arm, he aimed to grab that sword light with his flesh and blood.

Clang!

The light sound of weapons clashing and flying sparks occurred, as Chen Mo’s longsword blocked Wu Liang Daoist’s mace and sent it flying away.

Lang Youzi’s sharp sword, however, was caught barehanded by Chen Mo.

"Bare-handedly catching a blade?!"

Lang Youzi’s face changed, showing a look of astonishment. His sword was an Earth Tier treasure, and he used his strongest killing move. If blocked by a weapon, Lang Youzi would merely be surprised, but wouldn’t have such a big reaction.

But Chen Mo caught it with his hand, and even a First Grade Martial Artist’s hand should have been cut off by now.

He hurriedly tried to withdraw his sword, but it seemed to be stuck fast, impossible to retrieve. In the next second, sensing danger, he abandoned his sword and retreated quickly.

The next moment, the long spear thrust straight towards his chest, grazed his robe, leaving a mark. If he had been a second slower, the spear point would have likely punched a hole through his chest.

"So strong." After landing, Lang Youzi and Wu Liang Daoist exchanged glances and saw the shock in each other’s eyes.

Seeing Lang Youzi evade, Chen Mo raised an eyebrow, surprised at his reaction speed. Without a moment’s hesitation after landing, he stomped the ground fiercely, his body as light as a butterfly, and in the blink of an eye, appeared in front of the two.

Wu Liang Daoist attacked first, while Lang Youzi snatched a sword from a Loulan general’s hand and executed his second sword move towards Chen Mo. With a single thrust of the sword, thirty sword shadows could be seen, like a rain of arrows shooting at Chen Mo.

Ding ding ding—

Sparks flew around the ground as the three exchanged several attacks within a few breaths.

Lang Youzi and Wu Liang Daoist both wore heavy expressions. As top experts in Loulan, they were now at a disadvantage, even though Chen Mo was engaged in a two-on-one fight and unable to fully use his power because he was carrying someone.

Moreover, both had multiple spear wounds on their bodies, exposing flesh and blood.

The strong and the weak were clearly distinguished.

"What are you all standing for? Attack!" Seeing they were no match, Lang Youzi commanded the attack.

Loulan soldiers surrounding them charged towards Chen Mo upon hearing the command.

Lang Youzi and Wu Liang Daoist also mixed in, launching attacks on Chen Mo.

"Despicable!" Zhao Qianyi shouted in reprimand.

With so many people causing disruptions, Chen Mo couldn’t focus on dealing with Lang Youzi and Wu Liang Daoist’s attacks.

Not only that, but the soldiers, seeing Chen Mo’s difficulty, turned their attacks towards Zhao Qianyi.

Chen Mo gripped the middle position of the spear with both hands, rapidly spinning it like a wind-fire wheel to block the mobs’ attacks. But two fists can’t block four hands, especially while protecting Zhao Qianyi, and Chen Mo soon began to struggle.

Seeing this, Loulan’s army started to shout.

"He’s at his limit."

"Kill him."

"He killed so many of our brothers, he can’t be allowed to live."

"Kill..."

"Courting death!" After repelling Lang Youzi and Wu Liang Daoist, Chen Mo shouted fiercely, chanting words, then slammed the long sword rigidly into the ground.

Clang...

Powerful thunder force, centered on the long spear, swept outward. All those nearing Chen Mo were struck by the thunder and sent flying, all Innate Martial Artists and below died.

"Shenxiao Five Thunders Technique!" Zhao Qianyi was secretly alarmed.

Without hesitation, Chen Mo sprinted forward with all his strength, then leaped, trying to fly over the hill.

"We mustn’t let him escape."

Seeing Chen Mo trying to escape, Lang Youzi and Wu Liang Daoist went all out. If even this allowed Chen Mo to flee, not only would they fail to explain to Yue Yuxi, but their reputation would also be ruined.

This was something they absolutely didn’t want to see.

However, as the two approached, Chen Mo’s eyes narrowed slightly. Single-handedly forming a seal, he chanted:

"Nine Heavens Profound Temple, transform into Divine Thunder, mighty heavenly power, assist me!

Duke of Thunder, aid me!"

As the words fell.

Rumble!

A bolt of lightning struck down fiercely, hitting Lang Youzi, who was slightly ahead, directly from mid-air, his fate unknown. Wu Liang Daoist was also blown away by the scattered thunder.

Seeing this, Chen Mo flipped his hand, sending out a spear light, then found a leverage point on the cliff, and with a fierce stomp, continued to soar upwards.

Just then, Chen Mo sensed a strong gust behind him, moving at a speed beyond his imagination.

In mid-air, for Chen Mo, who had expended a lot of True Qi, it was like a thunderbolt on the head.