Chapter 202: Ambush

All they saw was the two dressed in rags, their bodies covered in wounds.

Obviously, they had suffered much torture after being captured.

Their faces were as pale as paper, eyes tightly shut.

It seemed they had fallen into a deep coma.

Seeing this, Hong Mao and the others couldn't help but feel a surge of anger.

Obviously, all this was the doing of the Silver Feather Flying Cavalry.

This debt, they will surely settle sooner or later!

However, the most important thing now is.

to first rescue Tie Shi Wen and Jiao Mo.

The leader, Hong Mao, stepped forward and carefully examined the iron chains on their bodies.

These iron chains, though thick and sturdy,

but in the eyes of Hong Mao and the others, who are grandmaster-level,

they are not a problem at all.

With the sound of the chains breaking,

Tie Shi Wen and Jiao Mo also slowly opened their eyes.

Their gazes were somewhat dazed and bewildered.

They seemed not yet fully awake from the coma.

However, when they saw Hong Mao and the others standing before them,

a flash of surprise and joy immediately appeared in their eyes.

The attire of these seven people before them clearly did not fit in with the Qi Zhou camp.

Moreover, behind them followed several assassins dressed in Heavenly Net attire.

Tie Shi Wen and Jiao Mo might not recognize the seven Hong Mao.

But the people of the Heavenly Net Organization surely know them.

"You... are the Prince's people?"

Tie Shi Wen's voice was weak, yet full of excitement.

"General has suffered."

Hong Mao and the others nodded.

Then they quickly helped Tie Shi Wen and Jiao Mo to their feet.

Their movements were gentle yet swift.

Fearing to accidentally touch their wounds.

After helping them up, Hong Mao and the others quickly took out some healing medicines from their bosoms.

They simply treated the two's wounds.

During this process,

Hong Mao and the others remained highly vigilant.

However, just as Hong Mao and the others had just set down the iron chains on Tie Shi Wen and Jiao Mo's bodies,

they had not yet had a chance to breathe a sigh of relief.

A murderous aura suddenly spread!

A powerful surge came from all directions.

It surrounded them completely.

"Hahaha, Hong Mao, you really came!"

A loud voice echoed in the night sky, accompanied by a burst of laughter.

The curtain of the camp was lifted by a strong gust.

A figure in gray robes floated over.

Hong Mao and the others looked up.

They saw a burly, stern-faced grand master floating over.

Behind him followed a group of martial artists wearing various attire.

Clearly, an ambush had been prepared in advance.

The gray-robed person's long hair flowed in the wind.

His whole body exuded a terrifying pressure that made hearts palpitate.

He was actually a Cultivation Grand Master!

At this moment, he brought with him a group of martial arts experts.

Obviously, to net and capture Hong Mao and the others all at once.

"Hou Xuanzi?"

"Is he the Grand Tutor beside the Tiger King of Great Yong?"

"How could he appear here!"

Hong Mao and the others' pupils contracted.

A sense of foreboding welled up in their hearts.

Originally, they thought that under Qi Wang of Qi Zhou there were no formidable martial cultivators reported.

This mission would go smoothly.

But now it is quite obvious.

Qi Wang doesn't have.

But the Tiger King next door does!

"Tonight, none of you are getting away!"

Hou Xuanzi's gaze was like a torch, and the corner of his mouth curled into a cruel smile.

Looking at the imposing cultivator before him.

Hong Mao and the others quickly placed Tie Shi Wen and Jiao Mo behind them.

He drew the long sword from his hand and assumed a ready stance.

This Cultivation Grand Master, who serves as the Grand Sacrificial Officer under the Tiger King of Great Yong, is certainly no ordinary person.

Today's battle.

I'm afraid it won't be that easy!

At this moment, Hou Xuanzi's gaze was like a torch.

His gaze swept over Hong Mao and the others' faces, finally settling on the Long Rainbow Sword and the other seven swords in their hands.

The corner of his mouth curled into a cold smile.

"Seven Sword Inheritors? You dare to barge into the Qi Zhou camp at night—truly courting death."

"Today, let this seat experience your so-called Seven Swords United!"

He spoke slowly, his voice icy and imposing.

Obviously, the system gave Hong Mao and the seven others the identity of wandering martial artists.

Thus, Hou Xuanzi and the others naturally took interest in these seven young Grand Master-level powerhouses.

They even harbored the intention of recruiting them into their ranks.

It's just that, judging by the situation...

and their purpose for appearing.

These seven young Grand Masters before them.

It seems they already have a master!

But it doesn't matter.

Since we can't win them over,

then keeping them here is just as good!

As the words of the Cultivation Grand Master Hou Xuanzi ahead fell,

the martial artists behind him also drew their weapons.

surrounding Hong Mao and the others.

These martial artists.

Possibly, in single combat they are not a match for Hong Mao and the Seven Sword Inheritors.

But now they are numerous, and they have a Cultivation Grand Master overseeing them.

Morale is high, and their strength is not to be underestimated.

Hong Mao and the others took a deep breath.

They silently recited the sword formula, preparing to face the impending battle.

At this moment they were like an arrow on the bowstring, left with no choice but to release.

To break out of the encirclement, they had no choice but to fight fiercely.

Hou Xuanzi saw this, and a flicker of surprise crossed his eyes.

He hadn't expected that these young swordsmen, when faced with such desperation,

could actually remain so composed.

But he quickly regained his composure.

He waved his hand backward.

signaling the martial artists behind him to attack.

In an instant, blades and swords intertwined.

Hong Mao and the others became embroiled in fierce combat.

"Long Rainbow Pierces the Sun!"

"Ice Heaven Snow Earth!"

"Purple Qi Comes East!"

"Water Floods Golden Mountain!"

"Thunder and Lightning Unite!"

"Blue Clouds Straight Up!"

As Hong Mao and the others executed their sword formulas,

each time the sword blades met,

they were accompanied by sparks flying and the clear ringing of metal on metal.

Hou Xuanzi at the tent entrance did not immediately act.

He stood to the side, coldly observing the battle.

He believed that, with his own strength, even without lifting a hand,

he could toy with Hong Mao and the others in the palm of his hand.

However, he soon realized he was mistaken.

Hong Mao and the others' sword techniques were exquisite, their coordination seamless, and they excelled in both offense and defense.

They seemed like a seven-man united sword formation.

No matter from which direction the enemy launches an attack.

They can quickly respond and repel the enemy.

This made Hou Xuanzi secretly feel alarmed.

He suddenly realized something.

A strong practitioner who can cultivate to the level of Grand Master at this age.

Probably the inheritance of his own cultivation is not weak either.

These scattered martial artists recruited in the martial world.

Even their cultivation techniques are incomplete.

How could they possibly be a match for the seven Hongmao?

I really might have encountered a formidable opponent this time.

Thinking this way.

"Move aside!"

Hou Xuanzi suddenly swung his long robe.

A mighty surge of internal energy burst from within him, forming an invisible qi wall.

Pushing aside the martial artists he led in front.

And directly pressing toward Hongmao and the others.

Hongmao and the others only felt a huge pressure pressing upon them.

Even breathing became difficult.

This is the internal energy suppression of a Cultivation Grand Master.

If they cannot withstand this pressure, they will be unable to move an inch.

However, Hongmao and the others are ultimately the heirs of the Seven Swords.

Facing the suppression of the Cultivation Grand Master, they tightly gripped the swords in their hands.

Mobilizing their internal energy, they strove to resist that invisible pressure.

(End of chapter)