Wandering Swordsman |

Luo Wangchen and Qu Yifan were also fighting a very difficult battle. Although the Azure Dragon Saint Lord's arm was injured, his strength was still not to be underestimated. The two knew that if the stalemate continued, their opponent would eventually find a weakness. Therefore, they decided to take action and actively create an opportunity to break through.

"Master! We must leave immediately!" Shen Mo shouted while parrying the White Tiger Saint Lord's attacks. His voice was urgent, each word seemingly squeezed from the depths of his chest, filled with determination and resolve. The longsword danced in his hand like a dragon, each swing bringing a flash of cold light, barely managing to block the White Tiger Saint Lord's fierce offensive.

Luo Wangchen, who was fighting the Azure Dragon Saint Lord, immediately shouted in response, "Alright!" He already had a plan in mind and quickly adjusted his battle strategy. After speaking, Luo Wangchen focused his mind and gathered his energy, slamming his hands down on the ground. A powerful burst of internal energy erupted, raising dust from the prison floor and forming a thick smoke screen, attempting to interfere with the Azure Dragon Saint Lord's vision.

This tactic worked perfectly. Amidst the rising dust, tiny particles entered the Azure Dragon Saint Lord's eyes, forcing him to temporarily close them and rub them. Taking advantage of this brief opportunity, Luo Wangchen flashed away, quickly breaking free from his entanglement with the Azure Dragon Saint Lord and joining Shen Mo in dealing with the White Tiger Saint Lord. He knew time was of the essence and he had to buy his companions time to escape as quickly as possible.

The others seized the opportunity to escape towards the secret prison's exit, their footsteps echoing in the narrow passage like final cries of despair. Situ Changkong led the way, followed closely by Situ Meng in second place. Though anxious, they moved with extreme caution, fearing that a single misstep would ruin their efforts. Qu Yifan, in third place, vigilantly scanned his surroundings to ensure no other enemies might suddenly appear.

After rubbing his eyes, the Azure Dragon Saint Lord opened them and saw that Situ Changkong, Situ Meng, and Qu Yifan had disappeared from the secret prison. Only Luo Wangchen and Shen Mo remained, fending off the White Tiger Saint Lord's attacks while slowly retreating towards the prison's exit. "You little thief, don't run away!" the Azure Dragon Saint Lord roared and immediately gave chase. His eyes burned with fury, vowing to bring those who dared to challenge their authority to justice.

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The two holy rulers followed closely behind, pursuing them all the way to the ground. Meanwhile, the chaos caused by the fire in the study continued, flames shooting into the sky and illuminating half the night. Amidst the confusion, Black Wind Gang disciples ran in all directions, their shouts and cries for help mingling together, creating an extremely chaotic scene. However, this provided excellent cover for Situ Meng and her group to escape.

Seeing that the situation was in their favor, Situ Changkong and Qu Yifan immediately seized the opportunity to desperately escape.

Shen Mo and Luo Wangchen were at the very back, fleeing while dealing with the pursuit of the two Holy Lords.

"Quickly, don't turn back!" Shen Mo's voice echoed in the night. He swung his long sword again, a sharp sword aura slicing through the air and forcing back the White Tiger Saint Lord who was hot on his heels.

Luo Wangchen was not to be outdone, unleashing a barrage of attacks with both palms, each strike imbued with profound internal energy, forcing the injured Azure Dragon Saint Lord to exert all his strength to defend. "Second brother, we absolutely cannot let them escape!" His voice was steady and powerful, carrying an unquestionable tone of command.

Just as the two Holy Lords were preparing to launch another fierce attack, a loud explosion suddenly came from afar. It was another explosion caused by the fire in the wooden study building of the Black Wind Gang. The flames instantly illuminated the entire night sky, reflecting a scene of chaos and destruction. The flames, like the tongue of a demon, greedily licked everything in their path. Smoke billowed, and the air was filled with an atmosphere of acridity and panic.

This sudden turn of events stunned both the White Tiger Saint Lord and the Azure Dragon Saint Lord for a moment, their gazes involuntarily drawn to the soaring flames. Taking advantage of this precious opportunity, Shen Mo and Luo Wangchen led the group to quicken their pace, completely merging into the darkness and disappearing into the vast night, leaving only a series of hurried footsteps fading into the distance.

By the time the two Holy Lords came to their senses, Shen Mo and the others were already far away. The deep, bone-revealing wound on the Azure Dragon Holy Lord's arm was still bleeding profusely, the bright red blood staining his sleeve and dripping onto the ground, forming a shocking red stain. His eyes burned with fury, his clenched fists trembled slightly from the pain, but the rage in his heart drove him to continue the pursuit almost recklessly.

"Brother Azure Dragon!" Upon seeing this, the White Tiger Saint Lord grabbed the Azure Dragon Saint Lord's shoulder, his voice tinged with anxiety, "Your injury is the most serious matter right now!"

Azure Dragon Saint Lord turned around abruptly, his gaze sharp as torches, staring directly into White Tiger Saint Lord's eyes. "Second Brother, let me go! Those people..." he said through gritted teeth, his voice filled with resentment and anger.

The White Tiger Saint Lord gripped the Azure Dragon Saint Lord's wrist tightly, forcing him to face reality. "Brother Azure Dragon, look at your arm!" he said firmly, brooking no argument. "Brother Azure Dragon! If we don't treat the wound now, your arm will be useless. We can't let a small matter ruin the big one."

Azure Dragon Saint Lord glanced down at his arm; blood was still flowing, staining his vision. At that moment, a complex mix of emotions surged within him: should he continue pursuing the enemy, or save his own life first? He knew that White Tiger Saint Lord's words made sense, but the resentment in his heart was hard to quell.

The surrounding environment seemed to be influencing his decision. The raging fire continued to burn, its flames illuminating the night, and the shouts of Black Wind Gang members echoed from all directions, further heightening the tension. All of this reminded him that the situation was more complex and dangerous than ever before.

Finally, the Azure Dragon Saint Lord slowly loosened his clenched fist and sighed. "You're right." His voice was low and tinged with helplessness.

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Shen Mo and his group quickly arrived at the mountain gate, where only the man named Old Zhang was guarding it. Old Zhang clearly hadn't expected anyone to escape from the secret prison, let alone that they would arrive so quickly. Therefore, they easily broke through the gate and reached the mountain path leading down the mountain.

The night was as dark as ink, the mountain path winding and twisting, the trees on both sides swaying gently in the breeze, as if countless eyes were watching the group of fugitives from the shadows. Their hearts pounded with each footstep, each step feeling like walking on taut strings, ready to snap at any moment.

As the group sped down the mountain, an unexpected figure suddenly appeared at the bend ahead. The figure stood there silently, as if having anticipated their arrival, a stark contrast to the surrounding darkness. Moonlight shone upon him, outlining a blurry yet undeniable presence.