A Master at the Peak of the Saint Xuan Period

The people are harmless to the tiger's heart, but the tiger is harmful. It seems that the group of black-clothed individuals tonight came with deadly intentions, Suzie secretly speculated.

"Qi'er, be careful. These black-clothed masked individuals are all above the sixth rank of the Golden Xuan Period," Su Li, concerned for his younger brother, approached him after killing one of the black-clothed masked men.

"Brother, don't worry about me. Qi Er has advanced to the seventh rank of the Golden Xuan Period and still has the ability to deal with these black-clothed masked people. However, these individuals have taken pills to increase their strength, so they are much stronger now," Su Qi explained as they prepared to rejoin the battle.

Su Li looked up and noticed a large number of black-clothed masked people behind his mother.

"Mother," Su Li's eyes filled with a strong intent to kill.

Just as he was about to rush over, Suzi suddenly pulled him back.

"Let go, can't you see that our mother is in danger?" Su Li's eyes were filled with an intense darkness, his anger bursting forth.

"Brother, just give father a chance to be a hero! Yes, father is over there, and our mother will be safe," Su Qi said, trying to reason with his brother.

Before Su Qi could say more, the sharp sound of a sword whistled past his ears.

The black-clothed masked people present didn't regard them as mere children. At such a young age, they were all cultivators of the seventh rank and higher in the Jin Xuan Period, which astonished Su Li and Su Qi.

Suzi skillfully dodged a sword attack and glanced appreciatively at Mu Yunhan, who was nearby, as he effortlessly dealt with the danger.

Mu Yunxuan had already sensed someone approaching from behind, a black-clad individual stronger than the previous ones.

With a graceful movement of his long arm, several illusory demon beasts of the Saint Xuan Period appeared in front of him, emitting fierce roars as they rushed toward the black-clad man who had landed.

The black-clad individuals felt an overwhelming pressure, and several who were close to Mu Yunxuan instantly disappeared.

Fear filled the eyes of the black-clad individuals present as they looked at Mu Yunxuan.

However, they still pressed on and continued to fight.

Seeing this, Su Zimo couldn't help but cover her open mouth in shock.

Observing Mu Yunxuan's ghostly movements, she wondered if this man was trying to be a little too formidable.

Only those at the peak of the Saint Xuan Period could summon virtual bodies of the warcraft they had slain to fight their enemies, and the Warbeast Void Body was ten times more difficult to deal with than real warcraft.

Cultivation masters like Mu Yunxuan were like ants to those at the fifth rank of the Golden Xuan Period.

The disparity was enormous, leaving a certain woman feeling helpless.

When Su Li witnessed this, a trace of astonishment flashed in his eyes, but he still hurried to his mother's side amidst the ongoing chaos as more black-clothed masked people poured in.

The scene was chaotic, with the air filled with the strong scent of blood. The bluestone slabs on the ground were riddled with craters from the impact of Xuan Qi.

Su Li knew that his mother was like a fledgling bird with clipped wings in the dark night, lonely and helpless. As her son, he didn't want to see her in such a vulnerable state, so he fought hard to protect her.

Mu Yunxuan furrowed his brow as he looked at the continuous influx of black-clothed masked people. There were at least two hundred of them.

"Be careful, Oak!" Su Zimo closed her eyes, unable to bear watching the darkness, and focused on overcoming her fear.

After ensuring Su Que's safety, she turned to look for Su Qi.

Amidst the overwhelming crowd, Su Zimo felt as though only blurred figures were moving in front of her. But while she was pondering, Mu Yunxuan swiftly picked her up and flew to the second-floor walkway.

"Damn it, who have you stirred up? These black-clothed masked people are not easy to deal with," Su Zimo coldly asked, her eyes filled with worry for her two sons.

"Lady, rest assured. With me here, these people are mere ants and can't harm you. Stay here for now, where the candlelight is brighter. You'll be safe," Mu Yunxuan reassured her softly, pondering the appearance of these individuals.

Their fighting style didn't resemble those from the Magic Capital.

"I can't stay here! Qi Er is struggling, and I must help him," Su Zimo pushed away Mu Yunxuan and threw out her Xuan Bing Xue technique. With a tap of her foot, she swiftly flew toward Su Qi's location.

"Lady..."

Mu Yunxuan sighed inwardly, why was this woman so disobedient? Didn't she trust him, Mu Yunxuan, so much?

Feeling discouraged, Mu Yunxuan didn't want to see his wife and children in danger.

"Everyone, gather around me," he commanded with his powerful Xuan Qi, and everyone orderly retreated to Mu Yunxuan's side.

Su Zimo didn't have time to think. Using her Xuan Bing Xue technique, she rolled Su Qi, who was fighting a black-clothed masked man, to her side.

As she held her sweaty son, Su Zimo's heart ached.

"Mother, this secret sparring is getting out of hand. We've been fighting blindly for a while. Why didn't father stop it sooner? I'm exhausted," Su Qi gasped in Su Zimo's arms, complaining about his father.

"Who's tired? Who just ran faster than a rabbit?" Su Zimo furrowed her brow in frustration.

Little did she know, there was a black-clothed masked man lying on the ground behind them. As Su Zimo and Su Qi passed by, he suddenly got up and swiftly stabbed Su Zimo in the back with his sword.

It was a close call, but Su Zimo had sensed it coming.

She swiftly turned, narrowly avoiding the blade that was aimed at her chest.

Fear flashed in Su Zimo's eyes as Su Qi squirmed in her arms.

"Su Zimo!" Mu Yunxuan's voice trembled with fear as he swiftly moved his illusory figure.

In an instant, a loud bang echoed through the air.

The arm holding the sword fell to the ground, severed, while the black-clothed masked man was kicked away by Mu Yunxuan.

It turned out that Jin Cheng and Mu Yunxuan arrived simultaneously.

Jin Cheng severed the arm of the black-clothed masked man, and Mu Yunxuan delivered a powerful kick.

"Are you alright?" Jin Cheng nervously looked at Su Zimo and asked.

"I'm fine," Su Zimo reassured him, silently relieved that the sword hadn't caused any serious injuries.

Mu Yunxuan stared at Jin Cheng, noticing his concern for Su Zimo. It reminded him of the peculiar look he had seen in Jin Cheng's eyes back in prison. Seeing Jin Cheng's anxiousness for Su Zimo now, he couldn't help but wonder if there was something more between them.

Mu Yunhan and Zi Mo exchanged a quick glance, both sensing the strange actions of Jin Cheng.

"That damn bastard scared me to death!" Su Qi cursed loudly, finally reacting to the situation. He urgently asked, "Mother, are you hurt?"

"No, I'm fine." Su Zimo shook her head, feeling a slight unease as she noticed the peculiar gaze from Prince Jin Cheng. She searched her memory, and a vague image began to form in her mind, overlapping with the Jin Cheng standing before her, showing a slight resemblance.

"You are..." Su Zimo pointed at Jin Cheng.

"Mu Yunxuan, hand over our Palace Master and the people from the Zi Void Dao. Otherwise, I will kill everyone in Cloud City today," the leading black-clothed masked man arrogantly roared, interrupting Su Zimo's words. With over two hundred people present, all Xuanqi masters, he believed that they could easily overpower Mu Yunxuan alone.

Upon hearing this, everyone understood that these people had come to rescue Ling Qiushui and the Zi Qiushui Daoists.

"Seeking death," Mu Yunxuan, already angered by Jin Cheng's behavior, became even more furious.

"Today, I will make sure you die without a burial ground."

Mu Yunxuan roared in anger, emanating a strong aura of killing intent.

Everyone in the vicinity felt the intense murderous energy.

"Nine Wings, I leave them to you."

"Roar!" The nine-winged golden dragon, akin to a ravenous tyrannosaurus, rushed toward the black-clothed masked men with a powerful gust of wind.

Meanwhile, Mu Yunxuan wasted no time and swiftly approached the leading black-clothed masked man.

With a crack, he twisted the man's neck, causing his lifeless body to fall to the ground like a discarded doll.

"Ugh...!" The black-clothed man crumpled into a heap.

The nine-winged golden dragon soared through, leaving no trace of the black-clothed masked man behind, not even a shred of clothing.

In just half the time it takes for an incense stick to burn, Mu Yunxuan and Nine Wings had eliminated all the black-clothed masked men.

The onlookers stared in awe and shock.

"Wow! Mother, daddy is so powerful!" Su Zimo couldn't help but twitch the corner of her lips. If a Saint Xuan peak expert couldn't handle a few minions like them, then what strength did she possess?

Mu Yunxuan retracted Nine Wings back into his dantian and walked towards Su Zimo with an unparalleled grace.

"Let's go back and rest."

Mu Yunxuan gazed deeply into her eyes. In that moment, he realized just how terrified he had been of losing her. When the black-clothed masked man had stabbed her, he had felt a suffocating fear.

Approaching Su Li, Mu Yunxuan lifted him up, and the young boy bit his lip, silently allowing Mu Yunxuan to hold him.

Nestling tightly in Mu Yunxuan's arms, it was as if Su Li had found a secure harbor.

Mu Yunxuan's heart stirred, and he held Su Li tightly in his embrace.

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