Mainland Martial Arts

Chapter 121 Covering Man Jiawen's Escape

Afterwards, another high-level grandmaster walked up to Man Jiawen and said in a firm voice, "Brother Man, you go first, we will cover your retreat. Please don't let our deaths be in vain." His eyes were full of determination and courage.

Those who had given up were also moved by their courage and stood up one after another. Their eyes were no longer filled with fear, but with an incomparable determination.

Man Jiawen held back tears and choked with sobs, "Junior brother, I'm sorry. It's because I'm not strong enough. I won't let you die in vain."

Then, all the people from the Nine Emperor Pavilion shouted in unison: "Senior Brother Man, take care!" Their voices echoed in the woods, with a determination to face death.

Man Jiawen cried, "Take care!" Then, with tears streaming down his face, he dragged his severely injured body and ran towards Xihai City. Due to his severe injuries, every step he took seemed extremely difficult, but he didn't dare stop. He had only one thought in his mind: he must bring back the news.

The woods were now completely silent. The remaining members of the Demonic Cult watched Man Jiawen's retreating figure but didn't pursue him. Instead, they turned their gaze to the remaining members of the Nine Emperors Pavilion, their eyes filled with coldness and murderous intent.

Although those who stayed behind from the Nine Emperor Pavilion were filled with fear, they knew that there was no way out and they could only fight to the death.

The sun shone through the gaps in the leaves, casting patches of light onto the ground. But at the moment, no one was in the mood to appreciate this beautiful view.

Man Jiawen ran desperately through the woods, the sound of the explosion and the shouts of the crowd echoing in his ears. His wounds were bleeding from the intense movement, staining his clothes red.

"I must go back alive and bring the news to the Pavilion Master." Man Jiawen kept saying to himself in his heart.

His breathing became more and more rapid, and his steps became heavier and heavier, but he never stopped.

After running for an unknown amount of time, Man Jiawen finally emerged from the woods. He gazed at Xihai City in the distance, a glimmer of hope rising in his heart.

Back to the black-robed figure. He had vanished like a ghost in the violent explosion, his astonishing speed allowing him to sustain only minor injuries. However, his once mysterious and majestic black robe was now tattered, dangling in shreds, making him look rather disheveled.

The man in black robe stood firm, his eyes filled with madness and greed, and shouted angrily to the people in Jiuhuang Pavilion: "What a waste! If you give me all your cultivation, your death will not be in vain, idiots!" His voice was sharp and piercing, as if to tear everyone's soul apart.

The high-level master was already furious, with endless rage burning in his eyes. He responded loudly: "We will never reconcile with the people of the Demon Sect. Come on, even if it means death, we will not let you off easily!" His voice was firm and resolute, with the determination to perish together with him.

After saying this, the high-level master waved his hand and, leading the remaining people behind him, rushed towards the black-robed man without hesitation. Their clothes were torn and bloodstained, but each of their faces was filled with an expression of fearlessness in the face of death.

Seeing this, the black-robed figure curled his lips into a cruel smile and fearlessly charged towards the Nine Emperors Pavilion. For a moment, shouts of killing and the clashing of Qi intertwined, shaking the leaves of trees to the ground.

Meanwhile, Man Jiawen desperately tried to escape, his heart filled with fear, pain, and self-blame. His steps stumbled, and every landing seemed to exhaust all his strength.

Suddenly, there were several huge explosions behind him. "Boom! Boom! Boom!" The sound was like the collapse of the sky and the earth, making Man Jiawen's ears buzz.

His body suddenly froze, and he subconsciously stopped. Man Jiawen slowly turned his head and looked in the direction of the explosion. He saw that the place where the fierce battle had taken place was now engulfed in billowing smoke and blazing flames.

A flash of despair and sorrow flashed across Man Jiawen's eyes, and tears welled up uncontrollably again, blurring his vision. "Brothers..." he muttered to himself, his voice trembling and hoarse.

But he knew he couldn't stay here. He had to return alive and inform the Nine Emperors Pavilion of everything that had happened. Man Jiawen wiped the tears from his face with trembling hands, took a deep breath, turned around again, and ran madly towards Xihai City.

His heart was beating so fast it felt like it was about to burst out of his chest. Every breath was accompanied by a sharp pain in his lungs, but he ignored it. He had only one thought in his mind: he had to return to the Nine Emperors Pavilion!

At that moment, the setting sun stained the entire sky a blood-red. The spot where the black-robed figure had stood had been reduced to rubble after the explosion. The surrounding trees were shattered, some severed in half, others uprooted. Wisps of smoke rose from the charred trunks. The ground was dotted with huge craters, and the earth was blasted everywhere. The once peaceful forest now resembled a living hell, a horrific sight.

Suddenly, a blood-stained hand struggled to reach out from the ground. Then, a figure slowly crawled out of the rubble. It was the man in the black robe. His face had been charred black, his features barely visible. Blood clung to the corner of his mouth. His once magnificent black robe was now tattered and stained with dust and blood.

It was obvious that this remnant of the demonic cult had been severely injured. Every time he moved, he couldn't help but groan in pain, but his eyes still revealed a fierce and unwilling look.

The black-robed man gritted his teeth and limped away from the ruins, his figure looking lonely and desolate in the afterglow of the setting sun.

As Man Jiawen ran, scenes of fighting side by side with his brothers kept appearing in his mind.

"I thought this operation was foolproof, but I didn't expect..." Man Jiawen was filled with regret. "It was because I underestimated the enemy's strength that my brothers fell into a desperate situation."

His wounds continued to bleed due to the intense exercise, staining his clothes red, but he seemed to feel no pain and just rushed forward desperately.

The wind in the woods whistled in his ears, as if it were the heroic spirits of his brothers calling out.

"I must go back alive and avenge you!" Man Jiawen swore secretly in his heart, with a determined light flashing in his eyes.

Lin Feng stumbled, dragging his injured body as he struggled towards the depths of the mountains. His clothes were tattered and bloodstained, and every step he took seemed to exhaust all his strength.

Finally, Lin Feng saw the cave hidden in the darkness ahead, and a glimmer of hope flashed in his tired eyes. He gritted his teeth, quickened his pace, and walked into the cave.

"Xu Tian!" Lin Feng shouted weakly, his voice echoing in the cave.

In the cave, Xu Tian was waiting anxiously. When he heard Lin Feng's voice, he immediately rushed out from the corner.