127 Climb Up the Cliff (1/2)

On the cliff, the old fellow from Zhou Clan looked down at the sea of clouds and furrowed his brows. Logically speaking, a youngster, who jumped down from the cliff, while carrying a person, shouldn't have any chance of survival. Even if he himself, not to mention a youngster who was carrying a woman, jumped down from a height of more than a kilometer, he would be severely injured, or even possibly die.

After a moment of hesitation, the old fellow from Zhou Clan still decided to explore a bit, as he would only be satisfied when he saw with his own eyes that the person who killed his grandson had died. The old fellow from Zhou Clan looked around and realized that there wasn't a route to the bottom of the mountain. He gnashed his teeth and went down slowly by staying close to the wall of the cliff.

He didn't jump outwards like Mo Wen, but slid down close to the wall of the cliff, maintaining a distance of one meter between his body and the wall of the cliff. After every drop of more than ten meters, he would hit the wall with his palm, to create a hole on the rock, so as to delay the speed of descent.

Although the method was primitive, it was very effective. After a short while, the old fellow from Zhou Clan had descended a hundred meters, and was still keeping his body balanced.

The bottom was still a sea of clouds with low visibility, so he was unable to see the situation there. However, to think of it, that youngster should be still falling to the bottom at this moment.

Just when he was about to hit the wall of the cliff with another palm, to reduce the speed of descent, a figure flashed strangely at an extremely fast speed to appear in front of him. Just then, a smiling face with curled lips appeared in front of him.

”Old scoundrel, your descending speed is too slow. Let me help you to speed up.” Mo Wen laughed mischievously, before giving a kick at a lightning speed towards the old fellow of Zhou Clan. The swift and fierce attack caused an upsurge of gale, which disrupted the sea of clouds.

The old fellow from Zhou Clan was shocked, but it was too late at that moment, so he was forced to receive Mo Wen's forceful kick as it came. A low thud sound was heard, the violent force had caused the old fellow from Zhou Clan to fly outwards, away from the wall of the cliff, before dropping downwards to the bottom of the cliff.

However, Mo Wen was flown in the opposite direction by the reacting force, but as the angle of his applied force was special, he was ultimately pushed towards the cliff. A bloody red radiance flashed, and the belt held in his hand shot into the rock instantaneously, to stabilise Mo Wen's body again.

Everything happened in a flash. Lin Qing, who was curled up around Mo Wen's chest, had yet to react, before the exchange of blows was already over.

Looking at the sea of clouds below, Mo Wen curled the corners of his mouth into a sardonic smile. At such a high cliff, even if the old fellow from Zhou Clan had not fallen to his death, he would definitely be disabled by the fall. The failure of that old fellow from Zhou Clan was that he followed Mo Wen down the cliff. If he had not been so careless, Mo Wen wouldn't be able to do anything to him at that moment.

A shake of the arm, and the tail of that weird bloody red metal belt ejected a cold blade that pierced through the wall of the cliff, about two to three inches. The edge of the blade sliced the metal like mud, the hard rock like bean curd to the blade. With the weight of Mo Wen and Lin Qing, the rock was being opened up by the blade.

Both of them gradually descended, and with the sharpness of the blade, the wall of the cliff was dragged with a deep ditch, which looked extremely terrifying. Lin Qing widened her eyes, and fixed them on the tail blade that was cutting downwards. To think that there was actually such a sharp weapon in this world, was simply unbelievable.

That weird belt in Mo Wen's hand, what exactly was it? Could it be his weapon? Lin Qing had a big question mark surging in her heart, once again feeling that Mo Wen was so mysterious.

For about five minutes, both of them had slid to the bottom of the mountain. The cliff was actually a long gully, with bumpy and uneven ground that was filled with sharp rocks.

”Good gracious!” Mo Wen uttered secretly. Fortunately, they didn't fall from the top, or else they would be either dead or delaminated.

He raised his eyes to look around, and discovered a trail of blood on the ground not far away. That trail of blood extended into the inside of the gully, but there was no sight of the old fellow from Zhou Clan.

Mo Wen curled his lips into a cold smile. Knew the need to hide now, huh old man? Could you escape by hiding?

He followed the trace of blood and walked forward. After a short while, a cave appeared, with the blood trail extended all the way to the inside of the cave.