Ji Mo’s eyes fixed on the woman. Wasn’t this the same Snail Girl who had tried to forcibly kiss him in the Heavenly Realm Inn that night?
Could it be that she was back to her old ways, intending to sneakily kiss him again?
“Run, you must escape quickly.”
Hei Meigui’s face was filled with anxiety. As she spoke, blood dripped from the corner of her mouth.
Only then did Ji Mo notice that the woman before him was covered in wounds. The injury on her shoulder was bleeding profusely, black blood flowing out incessantly.
The woman’s life force was extremely weak, her face pale, and she was at the brink of exhaustion.
“Naive. Do you truly believe you can escape from under my nose? Hei Meigui, you tried your best to protect this man, only for it to be all in vain. I will sever Ji Mo’s limbs before your very eyes, stuff them into a jar, and make him into a human pig. I will let you experience true despair.”
The old man in the grey robe pursued them.
He had several wounds on his body, and a three-inch gash on his neck, which had narrowly missed severing his throat.
He was seething with rage, his chest filled with boundless fury, intending to make Hei Meigui pay the price.
Since Hei Meigui cared so much about Ji Mo, the best way to retaliate would be to humiliate Ji Mo thoroughly in front of her.
Ji Mo’s sleepiness vanished completely as he understood what had happened.
He recognized the old man in the grey robe and knew that someone from the Blue Spirit Sect must have been sent to assassinate him.
And Hei Meigui had fallen into such a state while trying to protect him.
“You wish!”
Hei Meigui roared at the old man in the grey robe, simultaneously shoving Ji Mo hard. “I’ll hold him off, you run!”
With that, she lunged at the old man in the grey robe with a look of utter determination.
The dim rose phantom in the void behind her brightened once more. Then, petal by petal, it withered, transforming into its final power and merging into her body.
Hei Meigui chose to burn her remaining life force to buy Ji Mo a sliver of hope.
Ji Mo’s eyes widened, staring in disbelief at Hei Meigui’s silhouette, which resembled a moth flying into a flame. His eyes felt a little moist.
He hadn’t expected this girl, whom he had only met once, to be willing to fight for his protection!
“Hmph, seeking death.”
The old man in the grey robe narrowed his eyes, his killing intent radiating. Hei Meigui was already at the end of her strength, posing no threat to him whatsoever.
The corner of his mouth curved into a cold smile as he unleashed a palm strike.
Hei Meigui, like a kite with a snapped string, was sent flying backward heavily.
Ji Mo’s heart clenched in pain, and he quickly rushed forward, catching Hei Meigui’s falling body.
“Pfft…”
Hei Meigui coughed up a large mouthful of blood, her life hanging by a thread.
“Why are you so foolish? I’m not worth it…”
Ji Mo’s heart was like a knife being twisted. He could feel the delicate body in his arms slowly growing cold.
“Because I like you!”
Hei Meigui, having exhausted her last ounce of strength, kissed Ji Mo’s lips.
A faint smile appeared on her face, her eyes slowly closed, her head tilted, and she breathed her last.
“Heh, an assassin, yet she fell in love. This is self-inflicted death. Ji Mo, now it’s your turn to be dealt with!”
The old man in the grey robe said cruelly.
He gazed at Ji Mo, contemplating how to torture him to appease his anger.
Having lost so many men for this man, he wouldn’t be able to explain himself to Blue Spirit upon his return, so he could only vent his rage onto Ji Mo.
However, when his gaze fell upon Ji Mo’s eyes, his entire body turned cold, as if plunged into an ice cellar.
At this moment.
Ji Mo seemed to have transformed into a different person. His expression was stern, his dark eyes like an unfathomable abyss, sending shivers down one’s spine and filling them with dread.
Even with the old man in the grey robe’s Spirit Emperor realm cultivation, his hair stood on end, and his scalp tingled.
“How is this possible? He’s just a mortal!”
The old man in the grey robe’s body trembled uncontrollably. He felt as though the man before him was not human, but rather a demon god!
“You actually injured her so badly. You deserve to die!”
Ji Mo’s voice, though seemingly calm, carried a bone-chilling coldness.
The old man in the grey robe had a feeling that these words were his judgment.
“Don’t be afraid, he’s just an ordinary person, an ant. I can easily crush him with a single finger.”
The old man in the grey robe tried to convince himself, to bolster his courage.
But in the next moment, his heart sank, and he almost collapsed onto the ground.
Because Ji Mo took a step forward.
This step felt as if it landed directly on the old man in the grey robe’s chest, making his heart tremble, his heartbeat almost stopping.
“Putting on a show, I’m not afraid of you.”
Unable to bear the suffocating pressure, the old man in the grey robe roared and lunged forward.
However, as soon as he approached Ji Mo, he was kicked flying.
He clearly saw the opponent raise his foot but was unable to dodge.
The old man in the grey robe felt as if he had been hit by a mountain. His entire chest caved in.
He could even clearly hear the sound of bones shattering. That seemingly casual kick from the opponent had easily pulverized his entire chest bone.
Even his internal organs were affected, turning into a pulpy mess.
The old man in the grey robe was terrified. He couldn’t even withstand a single move from this person. What was this person’s cultivation? Why was he so terrifying!
What kind of existence had he provoked!
“Is this Ji Gongzi’s true strength? He can almost instantly kill a Spirit Emperor from the Panlong Holy Land with one kick!”
“Uncle Fu, I told you long ago, Brother Mo is an unparalleled reclusive master. His strength is beyond your imagination.”
From a distance, Ying Tianbao and Uncle Fu watched this scene, their faces filled with shock.
A Spirit Emperor expert had no room for resistance against Ji Mo.
Usually, Ji Mo appeared harmless and ordinary, but in his enraged state, he was so terrifying.
Uncle Fu felt a chill of lingering fear. He had been disrespectful to Ji Mo before. He was fortunate that Ji Mo hadn’t held it against him, otherwise, he wouldn’t have known how he died.
Ying Tianbao, on the other hand, was filled with fervor. This was the true Brother Mo, incredibly powerful.
“Spare me, senior, I was wrong, please spare my dog’s life.”
The old man in the grey robe spat out large mouthfuls of blood, his face contorted with terror as he prostrated himself on the ground and begged for mercy.
However, Ji Mo had no intention of letting him go.
Ji Mo kicked his shoulder, the place where Hei Meigui had been most severely injured.
The old man in the grey robe let out his final scream and died amidst his agonizing wails.
“Rose, I avenged you!”
Ji Mo whispered to the girl in his arms, “Don’t worry, I will definitely heal you.”
Hei Meigui had died protecting him, and Ji Mo would never let her perish just like that.
“Ji Gongzi, this young lady is already dead. Please accept my condolences!”
Uncle Fu walked over, offering comfort.
He had witnessed everything Hei Meigui had done and was now also filled with grief.
Ying Tianbao pulled Uncle Fu, “Don’t speak nonsense, Brother Mo can definitely save Hei Meigui.”
“Your Highness, she’s not breathing!”
Uncle Fu said in a low voice.
“I believe in Brother Mo, he must have a way.”
Although Ying Tianbao said this, he didn’t have much confidence.
Even with Ji Mo’s extraordinary medical skills, bringing someone back from the dead was no easy feat.