Chapter 4181: Cold Eye
Mo Lian simply glanced at him, a slight frown creasing his brow before he shifted his attention back to the monstrous nine-headed bird in front of them.
He scrutinized it carefully. Among its nine heads, only the one in the center appeared normal. The other eight heads, moving outwards, became progressively smaller. The two outermost heads, on the far left and right, were barely larger than an adult's fist, their features grotesquely squeezed together, resembling a lumpy growth with a few crude cuts.
With a flick of his Dark Moon blade, a stream of black fire snaked up the weapon. Without a word, he swung it, aiming for the monstrous bird's central head.
The creature let out an incredibly harsh shriek, flapping its sharp talons. Despite its enormous size, its speed was surprisingly good. In an instant, it dodged the unusual light that shot from the Dark Moon, simultaneously tearing apart a nearby ordinary cultivator who stood wide-eyed and open-mouthed.
Witnessing this gruesome scene, those who had impulsively charged into the sky with Mu Xingchen and Duanmu Qing to fight the bird were suddenly doused with cold reality. Terror struck their hearts, causing them to shiver involuntarily.
The monstrous bird flapped its wings, then suddenly unleashed another piercing shriek.
Mo Lian's gaze deepened. "Everyone, block your five senses!" This shriek was definitely venomous! It was clearly a distinct form of sound wave attack, capable of damaging a cultivator's spiritual consciousness.
The Second Young Master soared forward, plunging his sword into the monstrous bird's claw. Then, he swiftly spun and retreated, pulling his sword back. The spot where he had just stood was instantly engulfed by countless flames.
"Second Young Master," the Qin family members cried out anxiously.
"Saintess!" several distant shouts reached Qiao Mu's ears.
Qiao Mu, who was busily setting up a defensive rune array, turned her head to see Feng Changqing arriving with hundreds of disciples. Feng Changfei, looking displeased, followed behind his elder brother, casting a hesitant glance her way.
Qiao Mu didn't waste words with them, nor did she bother correcting their "Saintess" title. She simply said in a deep voice, "Save them."
"Yes!" Feng Changqing nodded, about to lead his clansmen away.
Qiao Mu suddenly retrieved dozens of protective suits and a stack of talismans from her inner dimension, tossing them over. "Be careful yourselves."
A hint of a smile flickered in Feng Changqing's eyes. He nudged his brother, who let out a huff, and hurried towards the crowd.
Though Feng Changfei grumbled, "The Elder is truly overthinking things, insisting we come along for secret protection. What trouble can that expressionless face get into..." his hands moved ceaselessly, mimicking his elder brother's movements, slicing through the nearby zombie puppets as if they were chopping vegetables. He helped shield some pale-faced civilians, guiding them to safety.
Meanwhile, Mu Xingchen and the others, seeing Mo Lian's arrival and his ability to handle the nine-headed monstrous bird, immediately breathed a sigh of relief. They quickly turned to call the little fatty and the others, rushing to engage the harpies. These harpies hovered above everyone like pests. While they lacked elemental power, they were hurling stones from around the arena, posing little danger to cultivators but severely harming the ordinary spectators below.
Second Young Master Qin observed Mo Lian's direction with a cold gaze, then suddenly raised his hand, stopping Qin Jiu and a few others who were about to charge forward. "Let's wait and see first."
Qin Jiu was puzzled. "Second Brother, we should hurry and help Prince Mo..."
If Duan Yue were here, he wouldn't hesitate like this; he would have already rushed forward to help Prince Mo fight this nine-headed monstrous bird. Qin Jiu thought to himself, but the Second Young Master's authority was too great, and he dared not contradict him.
"Why would Mo Lian need help?"