Reorganize Your Words

Watching Mo Qingkuang charging towards him, Han Meng remained unfazed. 

With his natural earth attribute physique and Grandmaster level cultivation, his strength far exceeded that of a Martial Master like Chen Shi. 

With his defence, even enduring Lin Yang's Fire God's Fury would not cause much damage. 

Moreover, Mo Qingkuang, who was not known for his attacks, posed little threat to him. Han Meng allowed Mo Qingkuang to attack him recklessly while he pursued Han Yan's escaping direction. Occasionally, he would swat Mo Qingkuang away like a fly. 

Gu Hongyi had lost all mobility, fainting with her body mangled, and lying limp on the ground. 

At this point, Han Meng wasn't particularly eager to kill Mo Qingkuang. For someone like him, staining his hands with the life of a young princess excited him more than dealing with Mo Qingkuang. 

His pace wasn't fast, but it seemed as though he was flying, each step covering several meters. Even with Mo Qingkuang's interference, it was difficult to hinder him from closing the distance between him and Han Yan. 

Feeling Han Meng's swift approach, Han Yan's entire back broke into a cold sweat uncontrollably, and in a moment of carelessness, she stumbled and fell to the ground. 

Han Meng arrived in front of her, sensing her fear through her terrified eyes, revealing a cruel smile. 

"What a noble and beautiful woman, yet you're destined to be cleaved into pieces under my sword like all the poor and lowly." Han Meng licked his scarlet tongue and raised his sword high. 

"No, you're a princess. I should give you some special treatment. How about I chop you into four pieces?" 

Han Yan almost closed her eyes in despair, but suddenly noticed a figure flash in front of her. 

That familiar robe was the one she carefully chose for Mo Qingkuang to wear, and it seemed to match her outfit faintly. 

She remembered vividly the hurried thumping in her chest last night as if it wanted to leap out of her throat to show itself to him. 

It was Mo Qingkuang, standing in front of her. 

"Go! You're fast; he can't catch up to you!" Han Yan cried hysterically. 

Mo Qingkuang's actions made her both regretful and joyful. 

She was joyful because Mo Qingkuang was willing to block this sword for her, willing to die for her. She hadn't misjudged him; he cared for her. 

She was regretful because Han Meng clearly no longer considered Mo Qingkuang as his primary target but instead prioritized killing her. 

Why didn't Mo Qingkuang take this opportunity to escape? 

With his speed, he only needed a few breaths to leave the danger zone and escape. 

Mo Qingkuang didn't look back, just stared coldly at Han Meng, sighing softly, "I don't have the habit of leaving women behind to escape alone." 

"Hehehe, even at death's door, you still have sweet words to speak, eh? I'll fulfil both of your wishes and send you to the underworld together!" Seeing Mo Qingkuang's demeanour, Han Meng inexplicably hesitated, as if something beyond his control was about to happen. 

But then he shook his head, no one was around, he had already cleared the scene. These three people, even if they joined forces, weren't enough for him to handle. What unexpected event could occur? 

"You're dreaming! Get out of here! Does this princess need you to save her? Hurry and leave! I need you to live. If you die, your Ten Thousand Year Cold Jade is gone, everything is gone! Get lost!" 

Mo Qingkuang's pretentious words not only didn't disgust Han Yan but instead gave her a deep sense of security. 

Tears streamed down her face as she felt a mix of regret and joy. 

Regret that she hadn't confessed her feelings to Mo Qingkuang. 

Today, both of them would die here, bringing Han Yan a wave of sorrow. 

'I still haven't experienced what love between a man and a woman is. 

Is today the day we die like this? 

Mo Qingkuang, if we die here today, then on the road to the underworld, I'll reveal my true feelings to you.' 

"Don't worry, both of you. My sword is fast, and I guarantee you'll die at the same time!" Han Meng's terrifying grin grew even more horrifying as the Zhanma Style was fully charged. 

He was certain that with this strike, both Mo Qingkuang and Han Yan would be split in half. 

"Princess, close your eyes!" Mo Qingkuang suddenly whispered. 

Han Yan stared foolishly at the figure in front of her. She didn't want to close her eyes, but she didn't want to disobey her beloved's request. Maybe he didn't want her to see the bloodstains when he was cleaved in half. 

Han Yan closed her eyes as instructed, waiting for Han Meng's long sword to cleave Mo Qingkuang's body in two and then slay her. 

As Han Yan closed her eyes, a powerful and unmatched energy suddenly burst from Mo Qingkuang's body. His hair flew, and his robe fluttered. 

"Body Possession Technique!" Mo Fan shouted lowly, instantly taking control of Mo Qingkuang's body. 

Han Meng's long sword had already descended, carrying a glaring sword aura, solidifying like substance. 

But 'Mo Qingkuang' extended a fair hand and, to Han Meng's gradually terrified gaze, caught the sharp blade. 

CLANG!! 

Like the clash of metal, the sharp sword blade met 'Mo Qingkuang's' fair palm. 

There was no expected crumbling; instead of being cut like tofu, it was as if it had been firmly grasped by a pair of iron tongs, splashing sparks. 

Then, Han Meng saw 'Mo Qingkuang's' originally bright and firm eyes suddenly contract, with almost the entire eye socket occupied by white, leaving only a small black dot. 

"Who... who are you!" Han Meng suddenly felt that the situation was not good. The momentum erupting from 'Mo Qingkuang' was far above him, like a vast and boundless sea, desperately ravaging his dilapidated sailboat. 

He exerted all his strength to try to pull the long sword back from 'Mo Qingkuang's' hand but found it immovable. 

He tried to kick 'Mo Qingkuang' with his foot but was caught by 'Mo Qingkuang's' other hand. 

A cruel smile crept onto 'Mo Qingkuang's' lips, revealing teeth stained with bloodshot. 

With a silent exertion of force from the palm, Han Meng's right leg that kicked over was met with the sound of bones shattering. 

In just a moment, it turned into a pile of rubble! 

The intense pain made Han Meng howl in agony as he collapsed to the ground, clutching his right leg, which was fractured almost to the point of no blood flow. His gaze towards 'Mo Qingkuang' seemed as if a demon had descended. 

'Mo Qingkuang' took the long sword that Han Meng had relinquished control of and held it in his hand, slowly turning the tip of the sword, and gesturing towards Han Meng's heart. 

"Tell me, who sent you." 

Han Meng was horrified, but he still held onto his professional integrity: "I can't say." 

"Oh, really?" Mo Fan, in front of Han Meng, kneaded the sword like flour into a ball. 

Then, he casually plucked a small piece from it, only to see it kneaded into iron powder. He lightly blew on it, and it gently floated in front of Han Meng's eyes. 

That iron powder seemed to emit a scorching temperature when it touched Han Meng's skin, making a sizzling sound. 

"Ah—!" Han Meng let out a piercing scream, his once ferocious face instantly disfigured. 

Mo Fan's lips curled into a cold smile. "I'll give you another chance to reorganize your words."

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