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Chapter 364: The Three Sky Net Brothers Battle Mo Youshi

Chapter 364: Chapter 364: The Three Sky Net Brothers Battle Mo Youshi

"But..." Xiao Zheng gave a mysterious smile, pausing as if holding back more.

"But what?" Titan asked urgently, feeling like he was about to explode, in desperate need to vent his negative energy.

Xiao Zheng lit a cigarette and said indifferently, "This time we need to hide our identities, so you must wear veils and switch weapons."

"..."

Although Long Qie and Titan were speechless, they chose to obey. Both grasping Ghost Head Blades and wearing veils, they looked much like legendary flower-thieving bandits.

And Xiao Zheng was no exception.

"Let’s go! Kill Mo Youshi and take back the Golden Bone!"

"Yes, Brother Xiao."

The three hurried along, quickly following behind Mo Youshi and his men, listening to their battle unfold like a yellow sparrow waiting for the perfect moment to strike.

One could only say that Mo Youshi’s martial arts skills were truly not a facade, wielding the Fangtian Halberd with such ferocity, slaying gods and buddhas in his path as if he were a miniature Wen Hou Lu Bu.

His bravery, combined with the sinister natures of Lin Xiaotian and Lin Feiyan, meant that none of their fleeing enemies were spared.

"Hahaha, who else is there?"

"Me!"

Just as Mo Youshi was arrogantly shouting, Xiao Zheng appeared out of nowhere, his voice equally abrupt.

Mo Youshi was greatly shocked, "Who are you? Are you also here to seize the Golden Bone?"

"That’s right, only by killing you will the Golden Bone be mine," Xiao Zheng’s voice, altered, was filled with an overwhelming desire to kill as he raised his Ghost Head Blade and charged towards Mo Youshi.

The atmosphere at the scene grew very peculiar.

A three-on-three standoff had formed, but an unexplainable sense of crisis arose in Xiao Zheng’s heart.

"Hmm?"

Xiao Zheng frowned with suspicion, looking at the three people opposite him: Mo Youshi, Lin Xiaotian, and Lin Feiyan.

Mo Youshi, covered in blood with his clothes in tatters, stood towering like a mountain, the blood still dripping from his Fangtian Halberd, demonic and intimidating. To call him the strongest among the three would leave few doubters.

However, Xiao Zheng felt rather unconvinced.

Beneath the surface, the siblings Lin Xiaotian and Lin Feiyan were different; no trace of life emanated from them, as if they were dead, giving off an inscrutable air.

What is visible is not frightening; it’s the unknown dangers that are truly terrifying.

Before he could ponder further, fighting noises approached from afar, getting louder with proximity.

Only when it was upon them did they see clearly: Mo Family elites were chasing down the elite forces of Vietnam Yama Hall. The Mo Family warriors seemed pressed for options, while the Yama Hall elites maneuvered with ease.

It looked as though they were about to escape successfully.

Mo Youshi curled his lips, giving an instruction beyond doubt, "Xiaotian, Feiyan, go capture those Vietnam monkeys. Bring them back alive, turn them into human swine, and toss them into the manure pit to let them rot."

"But..." Lin Xiaotian looked at Xiao Zheng and his companions, hesitant to leave them unattended and struggling to voice his concern.

"Hahahaha..."

Mo Youshi looked up at the scattered stars, laughing wildly and bellowing, "There is no ’but’! Three dogs trying to profit from a crisis are all they are. I can handle them. Go now!"

"Yes, Family Head!" the siblings said in unison, but a flicker of unease crossed Lin Feiyan’s blood-colored eyes.

After the two left, Mo Youshi gave a cruel smile toward Xiao Zheng and the others, threatening, "You spineless cowards who play tricks and hide, if you dare not show your true faces, then let this Family Head tear off your deceitful veils."

"If it’s a fight you want, then fight! Cut the crap!"

Xiao Zheng and his companions, each wielding a Ghost Head Blade, exchanged glances and prompted one another to make the first move, aiming to pin down their enemy and win the battle swiftly.

"Brothers, make it quick and decisive!"

"Got it, boss!"

Though the weapons were not ideal, thankfully all three were supreme martial artists; the weapons were simply the icing on the cake and not of the utmost importance.

Crucially, Long Qie and Titan had practiced the Bone Shrinking Technique, significantly altering their appearance from their original size. Otherwise, with their imposing stature, even wearing veils wouldn’t have been sufficient!

"Bang!"

The three Ghost Head Blades pressed against the Fangtian Halberd simultaneously, emitting a deafening screech like spring thunder piercing the heart.

Using the same Ghost Head Sabers, the momentum of the three Sky Net members was incomparable to One Slash—Guan Xiaobai.

"Sss..."

In an instant, powerful winds surged, dust covered the area, making it hard for the four to clearly see each other.

"Heh heh heh..."

Mo Youshi’s laugh was eerily penetrating as he bellowed, "You little guy, overestimating yourself! If I catch you, I will make you beg for life and plead for death in vain."

"Is that so?"

Xiao Zheng’s mouth beneath the veil slightly curled upwards, facing formidable enemies without revealing a hint of fluctuation.

"Hmph!"

Mo Youshi expressed his anger towards Xiao Zheng’s disdain and disrespect, and in a flash, the Fangtian Halberd swept like a soaring roc, accompanied by a whistling wind, aiming to sweep across the three.

However, Xiao Zheng and his companions neither dodged nor evaded, firmly standing their ground against this powerful, must-win blow.

"One, two, three, break for Laozi!"

In the blink of an eye, three Ghost Head Sabers glinted with a sinister chill, cleverly grazing the Fangtian Halberd at tricky angles, then thrusting forward with their wielders, their blades aimed straight at Mo Youshi whose move was spent.

"Trying to stop a chariot with the arm of a mantis!"

"Like ants collapsing a dam!"

Mo Youshi watched them expressionlessly as the three sabers pressed on insistently, then let out a cold laugh.

Xiao Zheng and his companions were overjoyed, their Ghost Head Sabers slashing towards Mo Youshi’s body, determined to chop him into ground meat.

"Bang bang bang..."

However, the situation was far from ordinary; the three sharp blades seemed to encounter the resistance of an iron board, unable to advance even an inch.

"Huh?"

In the moment of their bewilderment.

Mo Youshi’s body seethed with Gang Qi, like a cold wind.

"Pfft!"

A snapping sound resounded, and his blue robe burst open in an instant, revealing the dark golden vest beneath.

"I, Mo Youshi, have roamed the martial world for many years. This golden silk soft armor alone is not something you can penetrate."

"Ignorant juniors, meet your death!"

In an instant, Mo Youshi became like an Evil Ghost, his face grim and terrifying, the Fangtian Halberd spinning like it flew, bringing an unstoppable momentum of Taishan, intending to sweep the three Ghost Head Sabers into the dust.

"Crack crack!"

In a flash, the Ghost Head Sabers shattered one after another, and the Fangtian Halberd, unable to withstand this sorrowful wail, flew from Mo Youshi’s hands and embedded itself three inches deep into a distant tree.

"Not good!"

Mo Youshi suddenly felt a hint of danger, obviously having underestimated these three so-called nobodies.

Could they be pretending to be pigs to eat tigers? Certainly, otherwise, they wouldn’t be wearing veils.

In today’s martial world, few can send Laozi’s Fangtian Halberd flying, only a few from the ancient martial families can do so.

Could it be?

"You three lads, dare you leave your names?"

"I am your granddaddy!"

"I am your second granddaddy!"

"I am your cheap old man!"

Xiao Zheng and his companions sneered, transforming into a gust of fierce wind, all charging headlong, intending to engage Mo Youshi in a brutal confrontation.

So what if he has golden silk soft armor? Could it possibly withstand the surge of Inner Qi?

The three of us will surely cause you internal injuries.

"Bang!"

Mo Youshi barely managed to fend off the two palms of Long Qie, his fists struggling against six hands, and was forced to retreat step by step.