CHAPTER 380: CHAPTER 363:

Nangong Mo’s footsteps halted, his body suddenly stiffened, and he slowly lowered his head to look in front of him.

A dagger was deeply embedded in his chest, the sharp blade glimmering with a chilling cold light under the night sky.

Nangong Mo’s gaze lingered momentarily on the fair hand gripping the sword, then slowly moved upwards to the girl in his arms.

And she was looking at him too.

A pair of beautiful eyes like a mist-covered lake, vague and fleeting, clearly watching him, yet seemingly gazing through him into the endless void.

Nangong Mo had never seen her with such an expression, involuntarily furrowing his brow, gazing deeply at her, "Yun Ran?"

Yun Ran’s long lashes trembled slightly, a faint ripple flashed across her gaze, only to be quickly submerged in that mist.

Her red lips parted slightly, breathing fragrant as orchids, "Kill him..."

Unlike her voice which was as soft as a dream whisper, the dagger in her hand suddenly thrust even deeper, completely burying itself in his chest.

"Yun Ran!"

Nangong Mo looked gravely at the girl in his arms, his brow furrowed, his eyes filled with complex depth.

Her abnormal behavior was worrying and unsettling; unsure of what she had encountered, he just wished to quickly confirm she was alright.

Nangong Mo reached for the sword’s hilt, decisively and swiftly pulled it out.

Bright red blood splashed out, staining his snow-white clothes, resembling blooming red plum blossoms, enchantingly bloody.

Yet he moved as fast as lightning, quickly sealing several acupoints on his body to stop the bleeding, and then clutching the unconscious girl in his arms tightly, he focused his energy to race down the mountain, but suddenly a dozen shadows shot out from the darkness.

Their movements were incredibly swift, like specters in the night, instantly forming an encirclement to trap Nangong Mo in the center.

Green-faced and fanged masks concealed their faces, and in their hands uniformly gripped were crescent scimitars, crimson as the moon, emitting a chilling glow in the night.

A dozen pairs of fierce glinting eyes stared fixedly at Nangong Mo, and the leader sneered:

"King Qin, today is an auspicious day, let us brothers send you on your way!"

Nangong Mo slightly furrowed his brow, his gaze as cold as snow, devoid of warmth scanning over the dozen black-clad figures.

At his glance, everyone shivered involuntarily, but upon seeing the blood-drenched white clothing on his chest, their hearts were suddenly filled with confidence.

A few began to jeer:

"Nangong Mo! This time next year will be your death anniversary!"

"On the Yellow Springs Road, there’s a little beauty to accompany you, so you won’t be lonely!"

"Kill that woman first, let him go down in style..."

Before the word ’ghost’ could even leave his mouth, his head flew off, warm blood spurted out like a fountain, drenching the black-clad man beside him.

And the head that flew off rolled to the feet of another black-clad man, still spinning around, eyes staring as wide as copper bells, staring at his companions.

For a moment, the air fell eerily silent, the next moment, an angry roar tore through the sky:

"Ah!!! King Qin! Surrender your life!!!"

As the words fell, the dozen men simultaneously raised their scimitars and charged at Nangong Mo, the demonic red blade light interweaving into a blood-red net in the dark night, descending upon him like a death snare.

Nangong Mo’s gaze was as sharp as a knife, cold and disdainful, holding the unconscious girl tightly with one hand, gripping the Soft Sword with the other, his figure like a stream of light piercing into the midst of the black-clad men.

Unseen was how he struck, only the sudden burst of silver light in the dark night like lightning, severing the red net of blood down the middle, into two, then into four, and finally, into countless fragments scattered across the sky.