Mo Xingyun looked up the hillside. Several more figures in black were lying in ambush in the bushes, holding bows and arrows. They were clearly a backup force. Some of them looked familiar. They were fellow disciples, about the same age as him.
It seemed the Demonic Cult had dispatched many groups this time, and he was likely just one of them.
At this thought, he wondered why the Demon Queen had sent only him to intercept and kill the maiden from the Immortal Palace, only to arrange for so many of the Cult's disciples to arrive in separate waves afterward. What was her intention?
Mo Xingyun couldn't figure it out. He watched as the green-clad maiden was gradually being overwhelmed. Fei Mo and the Cult members spat lewd obscenities while continuously harassing her with their swords, aiming at her full chest and lower body. The maiden, both ashamed and enraged, was becoming frantic.
His heart was torn. Although the Demonic Cult's methods were sinister and obscene, the Old Ancestor and the Demon Queen had, after all, raised him. The Immortal Palace was his sworn enemy, and he was currently on a mission. He should have been hoping for the three from the Palace to be defeated. But since these Cultists were also here to take his life, he couldn't bear to watch the beautiful maiden be defiled by those bastard junior brothers of his.
Riiiip! Riiiip! The sound of tearing fabric filled the air. The green-clad maiden's chest and the hem of her skirt were cut open by Fei Mo's long sword, though her skin remained unharmed. As the fabric tore, it revealed skin beneath as fair and smooth as jade. The flash of tender, white flesh was dazzling. Her breasts were exceptionally full, and through the tears in her clothing, one could vaguely glimpse her snow-white, firm, delicate flesh and her sexy, charming cleavage. The torn hem of her skirt exposed a pair of tender, beautiful legs clad in flesh-colored stockings. They were firm and perfect, crystal clear. The stockings reflected the sunlight and revealed an alluring pinkish glow from her skin.
"Ahhh, truly beautiful, so beautiful it could kill me! Little beauty, with skin so tender and smooth, you'd better surrender quickly. We have important business to attend to back in the bedchambers," Fei Mo said with extreme depravity, practically drooling. He continued to taunt the green-clad maiden while his eyes violated her delicate body.
The green-clad maiden had never endured such humiliation. She was utterly ashamed and furious, her beautiful eyes welling with tears. However, the swordplay in her hands remained orderly, flowing like moving clouds and running water. This showed she had received excellent, systematic training. She focused solely on the fight, refusing to speak, lest she lose concentration and disrupt her Qi.
"Ah!" A few cries of pain rang out. The pink-robed and white-robed maids were injured one after another. It was clear they were slowly losing. The green-clad maiden could barely defend herself. Defeat was imminent. Mo Xingyun grew anxious. He truly couldn't bear to see such a flower-like, beautiful maiden be humiliated. Furthermore, these men in black had tried to take his life earlier, making them his enemies as well.
He steadied his heart, deciding he couldn't reveal his identity for now. He scooped up dirt from the ground and smeared it all over his face, making it pitch-black and difficult to discern his features. His previous clothes were soaked in blood and damp, so he simply took them all off. He tore his pants into shorts, leaving just enough to cover his thighs and groin. He let down his tied-up long hair to drape over his shoulders, disguising himself as a mountain savage.
He first stealthily crept up the hillside, approaching the few black-clad archers in ambush. He attacked them from behind, locking their necks tightly. Only when he made his move did he realize his internal energy had become fierce and profound. the black-clad archers barely struggled in his hands before losing their breath.
He secretly marveled at how much his power had grown after receiving instruction from that enchanting demoness, Long Yue. He then dealt with the others in the same manner, cleanly and efficiently killing them in a few swift moves. Then, with a loud roar, he leaped down from the hillside and joined the fray.
Both sides, locked in fierce combat, were stunned. They saw a long-haired, half-naked savage descend from the mountain with incredible speed. He drew his sword and attacked the Cultists. His moves were powerful and heavy, his strength fierce. He dared not use the "Crescent Moon Sword Style," for fear of being recognized by his junior brothers, so he resorted to a mess of wild slashes and stabs. But his internal energy was now so profound that even the simplest sword swing made it difficult for the Cultists to parry.
Mo Xingyun saw these villains, who had previously sought his life, being forced onto the defensive by his every move. A sense of vengeful pleasure filled him, and he intensified his assault. As he channeled his internal energy, a green aura surfaced from his blade. In a flash of sword light, with a wave of his hand, three Cultists were struck in vital points. Their limbs were severed, blood sprayed, and they lay dead on the spot.
The three maidens were stunned to see a mountain savage rush out to help them. The pink-robed maid cried out, "It's a Mountain Ogre! He must be the Mountain Ogre the innkeeper spoke of!"
The Cultists watched in horror as three of their companions were instantly killed. Their hearts filled with dread. Seeing the man, who looked neither human nor ghost, and hearing the pink-robed maid mention a "Mountain Ogre," they all looked at each other, frozen in place.
Fei Mo composed himself and stepped forward, shouting harshly, "Who are you? How dare you be an enemy of our Evil Moon Cult? Are you tired of living?!"
Fearing he might be recognized by his junior brothers at such close range, Mo Xingyun didn't reply. He just raised his long sword and charged, slashing wildly. As his internal energy surged, a green ligght flashed wildly as he engaged several black-clad fighters. Fei Mo's qinggong was superb; sensing the savage's formidable internal energy but unrefined techniques, he used a hit-and-run strategy to fight him.
He secretly wondered why this savage's figure and moves seemed so familiar.
Meanwhile, two other black-clad men, seeing Mo Xingyun was tied up, launched another sneak attack on the green-clad maiden. The green-clad maiden was clearly inexperienced in the jianghu, she had let her guard down. She only reacted when a Cultist's sword was already thrusting towards her. It was too late to properly defend herself. In her panic, she swung her sword to block, but her foot slipped on a stone by the path. Her body became unstable, and she slid down the hillside.
"Ah!" The green-clad maiden screamed. Mo Xingyun turned and saw her being chased and attacked by the black-clad men, her figure teetering on the brink. His own combat experience was still shallow, and in a moment of panic, he flung his sword to deflect the man in front of him and took a flying leap, just managing to grab the maiden's tender, small hand... but he was a hair's breadth too late!
At the critical moment, a thin yet incredibly tough black thread shot out from his bosom like a bolt of lightning. It accurately wrapped around the green-clad maiden's slender waist and yanked upwards, slowing her descent!
Mo Xingyun gasped in surprise, knowing it was Long Yue's assistance. Without time to think, he grabbed her body. The black thread released its hold on the maiden's waist and silently retracted back into his robes, as if it had never appeared.
Mo Xingyun, however, couldn't adjust himself. He tightened his grip on her delicate body, twisted his own, and fell down along with her.
"Young Miss!"
The two maids cried out in grief. Although the cliff wasn't extremely steep, the mountain was high and shrouded in clouds. Below, the two figures screamed as they fell into the sea of clouds, disappearing from sight in an instant.
"Hmph! That Mountain Ogre played the hero saving a beauty, grabbing a pretty maiden and jumping off the cliff. If they're alive, I want to see them, if they're dead, I want to see the corpses! We're going down to search!"
Fei Mo said hatefully towards the cliff. He turned to look at the pink-robed and white-robed maids. They had been disarmed and captured, their eyes filled with tears as they glared at him with resentment.
"What are you looking at! Damn it, I didn't want to kill your mistress either. For a beauty as lovely as a flower to just die like that is a huge loss."
"It's all because of you, shameless lecher! You've harmed our Young Miss! You'll die a horrible death!" The white-robed maid was particularly fiery, cursing him loudly.
Fei Mo's anger flared. He walked up to the two beautiful maids and smack! viciously slapped the white-robed one across the face. She cried out in pain, her fair cheek turning red as blood trickled from her mouth.
He roared, "You bitch! How dare you be so rude to me! You call me a lecher, huh? Today, I'll show you what a real lecher is! I'll fuck the two of you till you're half-dead! Take them away!"
With a wave of his hand, the black-clad men hoisted the two maids over their shoulders. The women's curses were incessant, but they ignored them, walking down the mountain with the rest of the Cultists.
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