Chapter 380: Chapter 380

Mo Junhua was seething with pent-up anger and had nowhere to vent. When these people came looking for trouble, he was more than happy to oblige. Raising his forearm, he blocked the opponent’s fist and swung his own, only to hear a pitiful wailing; a group had fallen to the ground.

Ji Feng was also holding back a bellyful of anger and was just about to take it out on these men when Mo Junhua had already finished them off. Pausing briefly, he walked over and gave the men wailing miserably on the ground another beating until he had fully vented his frustrations.

Hua Kongque Zhang Jingshen glanced over and joined in the beating too. Seeing that everyone had had their go, Yang Lan and Ye Junying couldn’t fall behind, so they joined in as well.

After the scuffle, Mo Junhua and Ji Feng took one each, tossed them out of the array, and didn’t care whether they lived or died. They coldly swept their gaze over the crowd, and the icy glare made everyone shiver, with no one daring to meet their eyes.

As expected of "Cold-faced Yama".

"Those who don’t want to live, step forward, and I’ll promptly send you on your way," Mo Junhua’s chilling words made everyone tremble even more.

"What gives you the right? If it weren’t for your shouting and screaming, he wouldn’t have attacked us." Someone still refused to submit, but wisely, instead of stepping forward to challenge, they hid within the crowd, not having seen how Mo Junhua beat up those guys as if they were punching bags.

Many within the array agreed with him, but they did not show it.

"What gives me the right? The array was made by my wife, created to protect us. Letting you in to take shelter is a courtesy; not letting you in is our right. If you have an issue, you can leave," he said.

With one sentence, he silenced everyone. Only then did they remember that the array belonged to someone else, and they had no standing to say who should leave—the decision to let them shelter or not was just a word away.

After speaking, Mo Junhua walked towards the person hiding in the crowd, his gaze locking onto a certain direction. He dragged the person out and threw them out of the array, forcefully suppressing any resistance. He would not allow anyone to drag Little Tao down or put her in danger.

His thunderous methods and ferocity intimidated everyone, and their gaze unconsciously swept towards Old Ji and Mr. Mo. Mr. Ji and Mr. Mo snorted coldly, if one dared to cause trouble, they needed to have the guts to bear the consequences.

Lan Tian was being dragged forward by a pulling force and was only two or three yards away from the red-robed monk. There was a huge disparity between their cultivations, and falling into the red-robed monk’s hands was merely a matter of time.

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"Bang!" A colossal peach tree descended from the sky, smashing towards where the red-robed monk was. The pulling force stopped, Lan Tian was sent flying by the strong wind, but with a thought, her flying sword came to catch her. Her clothes were torn, and her hair was a mess like a bird’s nest. Sitting on the flying sword, she took out a top-grade spirit stone and started cultivating—there was no use for spirit stones if her life was gone.

Little Tao fell from the sky, and though she didn’t hit the red-robed monk, the surprise attack of her peach branches did, "smack," and the red-robed monk flew out like a piece of broken cloth.

"Thunder Peach Tree?"

Wiping the blood from the corner of his mouth and frowning from the intense pain in his waist, his viscera were likely displaced. Looking at the huge peach tree, with immortal energy swirling around it, the red-robed monk could hardly believe his eyes. The Thunder Peach Tree that nearly whipped him to death seemed all too surreal.

The Thunder Peach Tree was an Immortal Tree from ancient times, and after the great war between gods and demons, it had long disappeared from the Cultivation World, becoming a legendary treasure.

"An Immortal Tree!" His eyes filled with uncontrollable greed as he looked at the peach tree. Indeed, a princess from a large clan would carry so many treasures. If he could consume these people and hold the Thunder Peach Tree, what would he have to fear from the Heavenly Tribulation?

"Dammit, you mere mortal, coveting me?" Little Tao didn’t miss the greed in his eyes. Now revealed in her true form, her attack power was several times stronger, and she wildly whipped the red-robed monk with her branches.

Every time Little Tao’s branches seemed about to hit, the red-robed monk would step forward or to the side, just narrowly avoiding her attack as if leisurely strolling in a courtyard, infuriating Little Tao even more as she lashed out in a frenzy. The crowd’s heads spun, and all they heard were continuous "smack" noises.

Having replenished the spiritual energy in her Dantian, Lan Tian flew on her sword to Little Tao’s side, leaped down from the flying sword onto Little Tao, and occasionally threw talismans at the red-robed monk—sometimes low-level ones, sometimes mixed with top-grade offensive talismans. The red-robed monk had to dodge attacks from both Little Tao and Lan Tian’s talismans, as well as from the flying sword. He was caught in a three-sided assault and occasionally got hit; his injuries worsened, and though he tried to remain stoic, he was severely hurt.