Under no other choice, even though they knew they were no match for Dai Songling, they could only step forward, hoping that Mu Hanyan could seize this time to overcome the crisis and advance swiftly.
"With just this level of strength, you actually think you can stop me? Overestimating yourselves!" Dai Songling, seeing their weak strength, spoke scornfully. He raised his hand to strike at both of them.
"Wait, I am Young Master Wu from the Nanxi County Wu Family." Knowing the strike would either kill them or cripple them, Wu Qiuyun shouted loudly.
If it weren’t for desperation, he really wouldn’t have wanted to use his family background as leverage—it wasn’t something to be proud of. However, the disparity in strength was evident, and aside from his family background, there was nothing else he could use to block Dai Songling.
"Wu Family..." Dai Songling’s raised hand paused slightly.
Although the Wu Family could not compare to the Noble Families of the Capital, they were still the second largest family in Nanxi County, right after the Qu Family. They had a history spanning thousands of years; the weakest camel is bigger than a horse, and they were somewhat considered as regional rulers. Dai Songling could be nicely described as a steward for the Mo Family, but more crudely, he was just a servant. If not necessary, he indeed didn’t want to offend the Wu Family too harshly.
However, Mo Yanhong was watching from behind. It seemed impossible to just let it go because of the Wu Family’s name. Caught in a dilemma, Dai Songling hesitated.
"Manager Dai, why use a sledgehammer to crack a nut? Leave these minor characters to us," Mo Yanhong, who had been stopped earlier by Dai Songling and was yet to vent his anger, quickly formed a plan upon seeing Wu Qiuyun and Mu Cheng daring to stand out with their modest cultivation levels.
Dai Songling feared the Wu Family, but Mo Yanhong held no such fear.
Wasn’t Mu Hanyan hiding because he didn’t dare to show himself? Perfect, clean up these two lackeys first, then deal with him slowly. Anger should be released little by little, and vengeance should also be sought step by step for satisfaction.
"That makes sense. With my cultivation, dealing with such juniors is indeed beneath my dignity," Dai Songling, looking for a way out of the situation, immediately withdrew, turning around with hands clasped behind, said quite pretentiously.
"Everyone, attack, let’s show everyone what happens when you offend our Mo Family!" Mo Yanhong didn’t think too much, he gestured a few guards and charged forward.
Gritting their teeth, Mu Cheng and Wu Qiuyun drew their longswords.
In the courtyard, a flurry of blades and sword shadows ensued, resonating with a sharp, metallic clang, as more than a dozen figures battled fiercely.
In just seven and a half minutes, Mu Cheng and Wu Qiuyun were covered in wounds, with blood rolling down from their numerous cuts, staining the ground red.
Both had benefited greatly from the trials in the Exotic Beast Valley, significantly enhancing both their strength and actual combat experience. At this moment, fueled by their rage, they maximized their combat power. If it were a one-on-one fight, even the Eighth Rank Swordsman among Mo Yanhong’s guards might not necessarily defeat them.
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However, driven by a desperate bravery, despite the countless sword cuts and their blood flowing profusely, they still didn’t retreat half a step and their expressions became even more fierce.
"Stop dawdling, strike with full force!" Seeing that so many people were struggling to subdue just the two of them, the guard captain was losing face and spoke fiercely.