"Master Yao Yao, go save him quickly, this little monk will hold these two off."
The Little Monk had a decent impression of Ye Qingfeng. After all, because Ye Qingfeng and they had worked together, they were now in danger.
"Little Monk, can you manage it?"
Mu Yaoyao looked at the Little Monk doubtfully. Both of them had sustained some injuries earlier, and their spiritual power had also been significantly depleted.
Now, one-on-one, they could suppress their respective guards, but against two, Mu Yaoyao feared the Little Monk couldn’t hold on.
"This little monk will try. If that kind-hearted benefactor were to lose his life, we wouldn’t hold up either."
The Little Monk uttered a Buddhist chant.
"Do you think we don’t exist?"
The guard entangled with the Little Monk naturally understood their intentions.
"Master Yao Yao, quickly go assist."
The beads in the Little Monk’s hand emitted a gentle yellow light, pushing back the opponent, and then he stood in front of Mu Yaoyao, giving her free rein.
"Little Monk, you’re courting death."
Seeing the Little Monk standing alone in front of them, the two guards’ eyes flared with anger.
This was purely underestimating them.
"Amitabha, if this little monk doesn’t enter Hell, who will?"
The Little Monk pressed his palms together, his entire body radiating light.
The beads in his hand rose into the air, emitting a fierce yellow glow.
Upon seeing this, a trace of ruthlessness flashed in the eyes of the two guards.
As the beads ascended to their highest point, a flash of brilliance also erupted in the Little Monk’s eyes.
"Spiritual Buddha Light."
At this moment, the Little Monk appeared dignified and solemn, completely different from his previous foolish demeanor.
With the sound of the Little Monk’s voice, the beads in the air began to spin slowly, then like a meteor, they smashed towards the two guards.
"A monk from the Western Regions Spirit Buddha Sect."
Upon seeing the martial skill displayed by the Little Monk, Xia Moxuan’s gaze tightened, murmuring with some apprehension.
However, a hint of murder still flickered in his eyes; since they had offended him, they might as well leave no witnesses.
"Little beauty, you’d better not get involved in what’s happening over there."
As Mu Yaoyao freed herself from her opponent and prepared to assist Ye Qingfeng, Qu Feng crossed his arms and blocked her path, speaking with a smile.
Seeing the Guard Captain blocking her way, a thin anger spread across Mu Yaoyao’s pretty face.
Mu Yaoyao saw three guards already closing in on Ye Qingfeng, feeling a twinge of regret in her heart, and also very guilty.
"Daring to face three alone, he should have expected this outcome; now, die!"
The leading guard thrust his long knife at Ye Qingfeng’s abdomen, intending to cripple him.
"Xia Moxuan, there won’t be any surprises, right?"
Tang Xianxian watched several intense combat zones, unable to help feeling worried.
"Qianqian, don’t worry. These people will be dealt with soon, and in the Monster Beast Desolate City, there’s absolutely no need to worry about consequences."
Xia Moxuan looked in Ye Qingfeng’s direction, sneering coldly.
In Monster Beast Desolate City, if you’re silenced, it’s hard to find the culprit.
So, even knowing the Little Monk’s identity from his martial skill earlier, Xia Moxuan couldn’t let him go now.
Tang Xianxian nodded at Xia Moxuan’s words.
Indeed, in Monster Beast Desolate City, either you don’t make a move, or you ensure your opponent is forever buried there, to greatly eliminate future troubles.
"Most importantly, that useless fool dared to oppose my Xia Family. If we don’t grind his bones today, my heart’s hatred won’t be quelled."
Xia Moxuan’s eyes glimmered icily. Ye Qingfeng was his must-kill target, and he couldn’t let him die so easily.
Facing the siege of three Intermediate War Master guards, Ye Qingfeng was calm, with not the slightest ripple in his heart.
The faint wind from the long knives of the guards had already reached Ye Qingfeng’s face, and the knives were mere inches away.
Yet, at this moment, feeling the breeze, Ye Qingfeng instead revealed a smile.
"Ten Steps Sword Kill."
The longsword glowed, a powerful sword intent emanating from Ye Qingfeng’s body.
A clear collision sound rang out.
The three guards crashing into Ye Qingfeng were sent flying backward.
Simultaneously, each guard had a horizontal cut on their chest, deeply revealing bone, with blood gushing out.
It seemed their internal organs were spilling out.
One sword, three lives.
Clean, efficient, and ruthless.
As for Ye Qingfeng, the ground upon which he landed, was cracked like a spider’s web, resembling the patterns on broken porcelain.
Evidently, the force from the guards’ spiritual power was mostly absorbed by the ground, causing no harm to Ye Qingfeng.
"What? What just happened? How did this kid get so suddenly powerful..."
Seeing the badly injured guards flying backward, Xia Moxuan’s eyes widened.
"It seems to be a sword skill."
Though Tang Xianxian’s strength might not be formidable, her knowledge surpassed Xia Moxuan’s.
"Impossible, what sword skill could bridge the gap between someone and three others of higher realm? What level of sword skill would that take? Could this wastrel have a Dark Level sword skill?"
Xia Moxuan’s eyes were cold.
"What, those three—Old Hei and the others—were killed in one strike by that boy?"
Blocking Mu Yaoyao, Qu Feng hadn’t even noticed Ye Qingfeng’s fleeting sword light and couldn’t help but exclaim in surprise.
Qu Feng was one step away from the War General Martial Artist realm.
Naturally, he could see through Ye Qingfeng’s realm by sensing his spiritual power fluctuations.
He could never have imagined that Ye Qingfeng, a high-level warrior, would reverse-kill three Intermediate War Master level Martial Artists with a single sword strike.
"What, are you scared? If you’re wise, you’ll leave quickly and save your life. His identity is not ordinary."
Mu Yaoyao, seeing the shock on everyone’s face, rolled her bright eyes and spoke with lightly parted lips.
"An extraordinary identity? Then all the more I must kill you to keep you quiet."
Qu Feng grinned with a sinister cold laugh.
"Qu Feng, first cripple that Ye Qingfeng kid to prevent any unforeseen incidents..."
At this moment, Xia Moxuan also looked grim.
"Kid, after I cripple you, let’s see what strange things are on you."
Guard Captain Qu Feng, with his triangular eyes, laughed sinisterly in the somewhat dark woods, making him seem eerie and terrifying.
At this moment, Qu Feng’s spiritual power erupted, and it felt like a tangible spiritual armor covered him.
Locking onto Ye Qingfeng, Mu Yaoyao also had her hands free.
Since she couldn’t help Ye Qingfeng, Mu Yaoyao turned back to the Little Monk’s side, dealing with the two guards attacking the Little Monk.
Now, there were only three people left who could still fight on both sides.