64: Chapter 64 The Death of Mo Shoutian

"Who taught you this cultivation base of yours?"

Nannan still did not answer.

Just as Duan Qingfeng was preparing to strike again, Xiao Niuzi fiercely rushed over in this direction.

"Stay away from her!"

The two Baihe Sect Disciples blocking in front of him swung their swords simultaneously, the two long swords thrusting towards Xiao Niuzi's shoulder and abdomen respectively, one high and one low.

The spiritual power within Xiao Niuzi surged out fiercely, and he raised his hand to push forward.

One of the Disciples who had just reached Foundation Establishment only felt a massive force colliding head-on, and he retreated seven or eight steps along with his sword, nearly falling into the snow.

The other Foundation Establishment Disciple seized the opportunity to thrust from the side.

Xiao Niuzi turned around, grabbed that person's wrist, and kicked him in the chest.

That Disciple groaned softly, and his entire body flew backward.

The two Zhou Tian realm Disciples standing on both sides saw this and made their moves simultaneously.

Two strands of spiritual power struck towards Xiao Niuzi from the left and right.

Xiao Niuzi blocked one of them, but the other landed on his back.

He staggered forward two steps, but quickly steadied his body again.

With his Foundation Establishment Late Stage Great Perfection cultivation base, this attack still could not injure him.

Yet with these four people continuously blocking him, for a moment he was unable to reach Nannan's side.

The two Foundation Establishment Disciples who had been beaten back stood up again and, together with the other two, surrounded Xiao Niuzi in the middle.

The four of them had already seen that Xiao Niuzi's cultivation base was higher than theirs, and they did not dare to fight him head-on anymore.

Two Foundation Establishment Disciples blocked in front, while the other two Zhou Tian realm Disciples guarded the sides; as long as Xiao Niuzi wanted to rush out, they would strike from the side.

Xiao Niuzi forced the four back one after another, but the four of them continuously entangled him from both sides, keeping him perpetually unable to walk to Nannan's side.

At the same time, Duan Qingfeng struck out at Nannan once again.

Xiao Niuzi looked at Nannan, who was already injured, and grew more and more anxious.

"Nannan!"

Nannan heard his voice and looked back with a glance.

"Xiao Niuzi, don't come over!"

The moment she turned her head, Duan Qingfeng had already arrived before her and struck a palm onto her shoulder.

Nannan's entire body flew backward, heavily crashing into the snow.

"Nannan!"

Seeing this scene, Xiao Niuzi's eyes instantly turned red.

Liu Chunmei also shouted out:

"Nannan!"

Liu Chunmei's hands trembled, almost failing to press down on Mo Shoutian's wound.

Just as she was about to get up, blood surged out once again from Mo Shoutian's broken leg, and she could only remain in place and continue pressing on it.

"Nannan, how are you doing?"

Mo Shoutian used his hands to prop up the ground, wanting to get up, but just as he raised his body, he fell back down.

Chen Xiuyun hurriedly covered the eyes of the few children, tightly protecting them in her embrace.

Mo Chengyue struggled, wanting to look at Nannan, his mouth continuously shouting:

"Aunt!"

"Don't hit Aunt Nannan!"

The other few children also began to cry along.

The Mo Family Village people kneeling all around looked at this scene, and the sliver of hope that had just risen vanished completely.

They had originally thought that Nannan was also an Immortal and could block the people of the Baihe Sect.

Yet not long after the two of them exchanged blows, Nannan was struck down into the snow.

Xiao Niuzi looked at Nannan lying on the ground and could no longer care about anything else; all the spiritual power within his body surged out.

The four Baihe Sect Disciples blocking in front of him did not dare to be careless either, tightly gripping their long swords as they stared at him.

"Xiao Niuzi!"

Mo Shoutian sat in the snow and shouted toward him:

"Stop fighting with them!"

"Take Nannan and run quickly!"

Xiao Niuzi did not move.

"Run!"

Mo Shoutian fiercely slapped the snow beneath him.

"You two run, don't worry about us!"

Liu Chunmei also said while crying:

"Xiao Niuzi, listen to your uncle."

"Quickly take Nannan away, run as far as you can!"

"Don't come back again!"

Hearing Mo Shoutian telling the two to escape, Duan Qingfeng couldn't help laughing.

"Run?"

He glanced around his surroundings.

"Do you think the two of them can still run away today?"

Finished speaking, Duan Qingfeng raised his hand and grabbed, directly trapping Nannan—who had just climbed up from the snow—in place with spiritual power.

Nannan struggled with all her might a few times, but no matter what she couldn't break free.

Seeing this, Xiao Niuzi immediately rushed toward Nannan.

"Let her go!"

"Stop him."

The four Baihe Sect Disciples once again blocked Xiao Niuzi's path.

Duan Qingfeng looked at Nannan, who was still struggling, and said to Mo Shoutian again:

"One in the Middle Stage Spirit Platform, one in the Foundation Establishment Late Stage Great Perfection."

"Your Mo family has hidden them for so many years, and now you still want to let them run?"

"Neither of the two of them can leave."

Mo Shoutian did not speak, only watching Nannan, who was trapped by spiritual power.

He was originally almost unable to hold on, but at this moment he did not know where he summoned a burst of strength from once more; he fiercely pushed away Liu Chunmei's hand pressing on his wound, propped the ground with both hands, and stood up.

"Shoutian!"

Liu Chunmei hurriedly reached out to pull him, but failed to catch him.

Mo Shoutian only had one leg left, and his body swayed a few times just as he propped it up, then he fell back down to the ground.

Gritting his teeth, he dragged his body and crawled toward Duan Qingfeng.

"Spirit Stones, shops, medicinal herbs—whatever you want, the Mo family can give it all."

Duan Qingfeng looked at Mo Shoutian lying prone on the ground and sneered as he said:

"Old thing, once you die, these things will naturally all be mine."

"You can take my life, but she is my daughter, and you cannot take her away."

Finished speaking, he reached out and grabbed Duan Qingfeng's sleeve, wanting to push him away from Nannan's side.

Duan Qingfeng lowered his head and glanced at the hand grasping his sleeve, then raised a hand and struck a palm onto Mo Shoutian's chest.

Mo Shoutian's entire body flew backward, heavily crashing down before Liu Chunmei.

"Shoutian!"

Liu Chunmei pounced over, gathering him into her embrace.

Blood continuously flowed out from Mo Shoutian's mouth, and his eyes were still looking at Nannan.

He opened his mouth, but nothing came out, and afterwards he lost all movement.

"Foster father!"

Nannan struggled desperately, but the spiritual power trapped on her body grew tighter and tighter, and no matter what she couldn't break free.

Liu Chunmei held Mo Shoutian, crying out his name call after call.

But Mo Shoutian no longer had any reaction.

"Grandpa!"

Mo Chengyue pushed away Chen Xiuyun's hand, wanting to run toward Mo Shoutian, but was tightly caught in an embrace by Chen Xiuyun.

The other few children also began to cry out for grandpa.

Chen Xiuyun's eyes were red as she firmly blocked the five children by her side, not letting them go over.

Seeing Mo Shoutian fall, Xiao Niuzi no longer cared about the four people in front of him, desperately charging toward Duan Qingfeng, yet he was once again blocked by the four.

Seeing this scene, Mo Shouyi and Mo Shoucheng could no longer hold back, propping up the snow with both hands as they prepared to stand up.

Mo Dashan, Mo Xiaoshan, Mo Chenghai, and the others also moved along.

"Don't move, all of you!"

Mo Changlin suddenly shouted.

Everyone looked toward him.

Mo Changlin was still kneeling in the snow, his eyes constantly watching Mo Shoutian in Liu Chunmei's arms.

"Have you all forgotten what Shoutian said just now?"

Mo Shouyi said while gritting his teeth:

"Uncle Changlin, Brother Shoutian has been killed by him!"

"Precisely because I saw it, I cannot let you all go throw your lives away!"

Mo Changlin looked at the crowd.

"Don't move, all of you!"

Far away, Mo Xiaochuan was gazing from afar at the condition inside the cave.

Just at this moment, he suddenly felt that the sliver of Spiritual Qi he had driven into his father's body eleven years ago had suddenly severed its connection with him.

He raised his head, looking toward the direction where Mo Family Village was located.

"Impossible..."