646 The Golden Dragon Sect Comes To Aid (1/2)

Mo Wen had not expected that this space would cooperate with him so well. If it wasn't for this space suppressing Bu Xingyi's cultivation and limiting the usage of all immortal cultivator items, fighting a Martial Arts Grandmaster would certainly not have ended well for him.

Instead, Mo Wen had been to attack the Martial Arts Grandmaster so effectively that Bu Xingyi was now only able to cough up blood.

”Sect Grand Elder.” A few people rushed towards them from the distance, stirring up a gale. In an instant, they appeared beside Bu Xingyi.

They were ancient martial art practitioners dressed in red robes. The robes were embroidered with the emblem of the sun and the moon. Based on the emblem, they were members of the Ming Temple.

A total of four people from the Ming Temple had arrived on the scene. Three were elders and one was a youth. Aside from the youth, the other three were all pinnacle of the Golden Elixir realm ancient martial art practitioners.

Mo Wen knew the youth. He was none other than Hou Jingfeng. Not long ago, they had parted ways at the Lotus Lake. Now, they had encountered each other once again.

After the Ming Temple's ancient martial art practitioners appeared, they immediately searched for their fellow members. In a short while, Hou Jingfeng and the three Ming Temple elders were gathered together.

”Sect Grand Elder, you...what happened to you?” an elder with a ruthless expression and piercing gaze asked cautiously as he walked towards Bu Xingyi. Anyone could tell that Bu Xingyi was in a foul mood now. His state of mind was terrible.

The Ming Temple ancient martial art practitioners had never seen their Sect Grand Elder look so pathetic.

Hou Jingfeng stood to one side with a nervous expression, not daring to speak. No one dared to offend Bu Xingyi who, as a Sect Grand Elder, had considerable authority in the sect.

However, as soon as Hou Jingfeng noticed Mo Wen, he subconsciously realized that the Sect Grand Elder's pathetic state was something to do with Mo Wen. Although such a state of affairs was somewhat unbelievable, Hou Jingfeng's intuition was sharp and he was sure he was right.

”Kill him! Kill this b*st*rd! All of you, go and kill him.” Bu Xingyi shook off the hand of the Ming Temple elder. He pointed a finger at Mo Wen and spoke hysterically. If he did not cut Mo Wen to pieces and grind his bones to dust right now, he would have lost face entirely and would no longer be able to dwell in the world of ancient martial arts practitioners.

The other Ming Temple ancient martial art practitioners glanced at each other, and then frantically looked at Mo Wen.

Hou Jingfeng was also shocked. He discovered that his intuition was actually spot on.

”All of you, go and kill this miscreant. I will reward you handsomely.”

The group charged towards Mo Wen. They could not go against the order of the Sect Grand Elder. They were also greatly motivated by the promise of a reward.

They thought it would be an easy task to defeat a mere junior. Even if they could only utilize intermediate stage Golden Elixir realm cultivation, it would not be a problem.

The Ming Temple's ancient martial art practitioners had never paid heed to rules and reason, even less so to demeanor. With the incentive of the Sect Grand Elder's handsome reward, the three elders with the pinnacle of the Golden Elixir realm cultivation simultaneously charged towards Mo Wen.

”As expected, the Ming Temple's ancient martial art practitioners are shameless. After defeating the old, the young ones come out. Could it be that your Ming Temple has run out of people?” Mo Wen laughed softly, glancing disdainfully at the group from the Ming Temple.

Since this space limited them to intermediate stage Golden Elixir realm cultivation as well as making immortal cultivator items unusable, these Ming Temple ancient martial art practitioners did not have any advantage worth mentioning. Usually, the advantage of large sects was in their heritage and the resources that they had. Mo Wen believed that these Ming Temple ancient martial art practitioners would each have quite a few immortal cultivator treasures. Under normal circumstances, they would be a frightening power. But here, their treasures were clearly all useless, unable to function at all.

The other ancient martial art practitioners in the area, seeing the Ming Temple ancient martial art practitioners gathering together, frantically stepped back, not wanting to take part in such a battle.

Mo Wen's statement about defeating the old and the young ones coming out caused quite a few people to laugh uncontrollably. This statement of Mo Wen was obviously mocking Bu Xingyi.

The three figures arrived in the blink of an eye, instantly surrounding Mo Wen.

Mo Wen coldly laughed and began to fight the three Ming Temple elders. Although the three elders viewed themselves highly, they attacked with no ambiguity. Each attack was vicious, with no consideration paid to the difference in their ages.

A light flashed in Hou Jingfeng's eyes. After taking a deep breath, his silhouette flickered as he also joined the battlefield.

He knew that Mo Wen was very powerful, but with three elders present, he was not afraid of Mo Wen at all. If he did not take this opportunity to perform well, when would he get another chance?

Mo Wen faced the four ancient martial art practitioners' encirclement alone, the pressure on him surging. If they were just ordinary practitioners at the intermediate stage of the Golden Elixir, they would not pose much of a threat to Mo Wen. But of these four, three were strong practitioners with the pinnacle of the Golden Elixir realm cultivation. Their martial arts teachings attainments and combat experience was not something ordinary ancient martial art practitioners could compare with. Even Hou Jingfeng was an absolute genius renowned in the Four Great Mystery Dimensions.

If he did not unleash the three Glory techniques, Mo Wen could not hope for a better outcome than a draw.

Jin Ying gazed on the battle with anger, her eyes flashing. ”As expected, the Ming Temple's ancient martial art practitioners are shameless.” She gritted her teeth and joined the battlefield. She could not stand watching four people surrounding Mo Wen, and three of them being seniors at that.