Chapter 164 - 161: Mysterious Brown-Robed Middle-Aged Man

The middle-aged man wore a brown robe. His features were resolute, and he looked to be only in his thirties or forties.

"A Spirit Master?"

He looked at Mo Qianqian and struck a palm at his Spirit Body.

BANG!

The Spirit Body was instantly shattered by the middle-aged man’s palm strike, transforming into billowing Spirit fluctuations that surged into the surroundings.

SPURT!

In that instant, Mo Qianqian violently spat out a large mouthful of blood. His Spirit immediately grew listless. It was as if that palm strike had landed directly on his physical body—a single blow had dealt him a severe injury!

"In the face of the Nine Nether Physique, everything else is utterly worthless." With that said, the brown-robed man’s gaze sharpened. Murderous intent flashed in his eyes as a terrifying, oppressive aura surged forward, entirely enveloping Mo Qianqian.

Instantly, Mo Qianqian felt an immense pressure weighing down on him, as if he were sinking into a quagmire. Under this overwhelming might, he suddenly felt his every movement become sluggish.

Strong. Too strong. He could sense that this middle-aged man was even stronger than the Ling Family Ancestor.

Meanwhile, this sudden turn of events left everyone present dumbfounded once again. They could hardly process what was happening. To possess such a terrifying aura in his thirties or forties—just who was this middle-aged man?

"Let her go!" Despite his severe injuries, Mo Qianqian forcefully channeled his power and charged forward, though his speed was significantly slower.

"No one is worthy of the Nine Nether Physique except our Saint Heir!" With that, the middle-aged man moved to deliver a killing blow.

But at that moment, Shi Muyao hurriedly cried out, "If you kill him, I’ll kill myself right in front of you!"

The brown-robed man paused, but his murderous intent quickly surged once more.

Shi Muyao sobbed and begged for mercy. "Spare his life! I’ll do whatever you want! I’ll do whatever you want!"

"You said it yourself!" Only then did the brown-robed man dissipate the power he had gathered to attack Mo Qianqian. He turned his head, sweeping a cold glance over the surroundings, and said indifferently, "I hope you aren’t so weak that you can’t even kill a junior."

With that, the brown-robed man shifted his stance. Grabbing Shi Muyao, he soared into the air and streaked toward the horizon. His speed was like lightning, and he quickly vanished from everyone’s sight.

"Yaoyao!!!" Mo Qianqian was horrified. He dashed forward, but before he could take more than a few steps, the man was already gone.

With his speed, it was impossible to catch up. Not to mention, he was already severely injured. At this moment, Mo Qianqian felt a profound sense of helplessness—an endless, suffocating helplessness. The trump cards he had prepared were already powerful enough. Yet, an unknown expert had suddenly appeared and abducted Shi Muyao. He had forcibly taken away the person closest to him right before his eyes...

"AHHH!!!" Mo Qianqian couldn’t help but let out a roar of absolute indignation.

Strength. His strength still wasn’t enough. He realized that if he were in the Third Realm, at its late stages, or even the fourth realm, no one would dare provoke him, let alone snatch someone away from his grasp.

SPURT!

However, at this moment, he was heavily injured. No matter how massive the emotional shock was, or even if he tapped into a "Realm Aura," he couldn’t elevate his momentum any further. A mouthful of blood sprayed from his lips. His rising momentum had been interrupted, resulting in a fierce backlash.

Everyone present was utterly astounded, even those from the Ling Family. They didn’t know who that brown-robed man was, but they knew for sure he wasn’t on the Ling Family’s side. After all, the man hadn’t killed Mo Qianqian; he had only taken Shi Muyao. He was only interested in the Nine Nether Physique. If he were aligned with the Ling Family, he would have undoubtedly killed Mo Qianqian before leaving, no matter what. The man probably didn’t even know who Mo Qianqian was, nor did he know about the supreme treasure Mo Qianqian possessed. Otherwise, he wouldn’t have left so easily.

"Mo Qianqian is severely injured! Quick, capture him!" Patriarch Ling shouted as soon as he regained his senses.

With that command, the rest of the Ling Family’s forces began to charge at Mo Qianqian. Previously, anyone below the Seventh Level of Tongyou Realm would be courting death by approaching him, but things were different now. With Mo Qianqian severely wounded, even an expert at the Early-stage Realm of Communication with Ghosts or the late stages of the Spirit Profound Realm could potentially kill him.

"Protect Mo Qianqian!" the Eldest Prince suddenly shouted. His guards sprang into action, rushing toward Mo Qianqian.

The Eldest Prince’s guards were equally formidable, consisting of about twenty Tongyou Realm experts and another twenty late-stage Spirit Profound Realm experts. As they charged forward, they completely blocked the Ling Family’s forces from reaching Mo Qianqian.

BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!

Elsewhere on the battlefield, the various experts were still engaged in fierce combat. Mo Qianqian swallowed a Healing Elixir to stabilize his injuries.

SWISH!

Right at that moment, another figure arrived, radiating a monstrous aura. It was a wizened old man in a trench coat, and the cultivation base he exuded had actually reached the Void Spirit Realm Fourth Level!

Once again, everyone present was taken aback. Had they poked a hornet’s nest of Void Spirit Realm experts today? Why were they showing up one after another? Was the commotion here too massive? And which faction did this newcomer belong to?

"Master, please capture Mo Qianqian," the Dean of Tai Xuan Academy suddenly spoke up.

The crowd was shocked yet again. The Dean of Tai Xuan Academy’s master? Didn’t that mean this person was a Supreme Elder of Tai Xuan Academy? Since when did Tai Xuan Academy have an Elder at the Void Spirit Realm Fourth Level?

Mo Qianqian’s expression darkened. There were still more experts? To think that the Ling Family and Tai Xuan Academy had made such extensive preparations this time. Was the foundation of these two factions truly this formidable? Now, he truly had no trump cards left to play. Was he really going to die here just like this? But he still hadn’t killed Patriarch Ling, hadn’t annihilated the Ling Family, and hadn’t even wiped out those bastards from Tai Xuan Academy. He refused to accept this!

"Truly a monstrous genius. If we don’t kill him now, he will inevitably become a grave threat in the future!" The Supreme Elder of Tai Xuan Academy blurred into motion, lunging violently toward Mo Qianqian.

With battles raging everywhere else, no one could spare a moment to intervene. Not even Black Widow. Her combat prowess was exceptional, forcing the Ling Family Ancestor into a continuous retreat, but she didn’t even entertain the thought of saving Mo Qianqian. Her only desire was to kill the Ling Family Ancestor and devour him.

"Die!"

By now, the Supreme Elder of Tai Xuan Academy was already bearing down on Mo Qianqian.

"I’ll teach you the method to pull that guy out!" Right at that moment, the voice of a mysterious woman echoed from the shadows beside Mo Qianqian. A surge of consciousness urgently transmitted into his mind.

Mo Qianqian was startled, but without overthinking, he immediately followed the mysterious woman’s instructions, activating a certain rule of the Ninefold Coffin.

WHOOSH!

The next moment, the figure of a middle-aged man clad in armor suddenly appeared out of thin air right in front of Mo Qianqian. The armored man had a burly physique and disheveled hair. Beneath the messy locks, his face was handsome and imposing. His entire body was encased in incredibly sturdy dark red armor. However, a long arrow had pierced straight through his heart, pinning it to his body, with a small section of the arrowhead protruding from his back.

"What!"

The Supreme Elder of Tai Xuan Academy arrived just in time to see this scene. His expression changed in horror, but he fiercely slammed a palm strike onto the armored man’s body.