Zichen was not her real name, but a title. However, this appellation had been deeply ingrained in people's minds over the past decade or so, and Gaohu called it out in one breath. The calls from both sides were almost simultaneous, and immediately afterwards, they both knew something was wrong and stopped abruptly.

  In the quiet black night, three pairs of bright eyes stared at each other, as if time had stopped at this moment.

  But only for an instant, and then Mo Zi Chen's single palm chopped towards Gao Hu's heart meridian acupoint. She struck with ruthless ferocity, showing no quarter. Both sides knew that this moment was a life-or-death struggle!

  Gao Hu was not very hopeful about finding Mo Zi Chen here, but unexpectedly he really met her, and shouted: "Fire the signal arrow!"

  Another person raised his hand, and the humming arrow in his arms had already rushed into the sky. It spun around with a sharp whirring sound, capable of piercing through the nine heavens.

  He only said these three words, and his movements were slower than Mo Zi Chen's by a fraction of a second. In that brief moment, Mo Zi Chen's figure had already rushed straight into his arms.

  This is a life-or-death technique of Jianghu's martial arts, either you die or I perish. Gao Hu had not yet reacted when he swung his arms and launched an attack, but Mo Zixun was already pressed against his chest. His palms were separated by several inches, simultaneously pressing down. One palm pressed on his chest, the other on his lower abdomen, letting out a low growl, exhaling loudly, Gao Hu's arms went limp, unable to exert even half of his original strength, feeling as if his internal organs were about to turn upside down. His body went limp and he immediately began to slump downwards.

  Mo Zi Chen had already heard the sound of wind around him and knew it was Gao Hu's companion, so he didn't dare to stay any longer and flew away immediately.

  Her movements were swift and decisive, completed in the blink of an eye. Gao Hu's hands were still frozen in place until now, when he finally reacted, watching her swiftly retreat into the distance. He raised his hand, and Mo Zi Chen's heart sank.

  She heard the sound of the bowstring, her body suddenly plummeting downwards in mid-air, feeling a burning pain on her shoulder, two crossbow arrows whizzing past her shoulder, leaving behind a trail of blood. Mo Zi Chen's body stumbled, but she didn't stop, following the momentum to pounce onto a large tree, the silk ribbon in her hand flying outwards, landing on the branch of another large tree, after several ups and downs, she quickly flew over the village, heading towards the depths of the mountain on the other side.

  Her lightness was so high that she almost surpassed the flying birds, and in just a few blinks of an eye, she had already disappeared quickly into the night. The person chasing after her couldn't catch up, and when he turned his head, he saw Gao Hu lying on the ground with a face as pale as gold paper, and he was greatly shocked: "General!"

  Gao Hu only felt that his whole body was about to collapse, and he spat out several mouthfuls of black blood, saying in a low voice: "What a brilliant internal energy! I didn't expect it, Princess Zi Chen, her martial arts skills are so powerful!"

  At this time, the other four subordinates who were searching in the village rushed over from all directions. Seeing Gao Hu's serious injury, they were at a loss for what to do. At this moment, Gao Hu coughed violently several times and, with the support of others, managed to stand up forcefully. He wiped away the blood from his mouth, stood upright like a spear, and said in a deep voice: "Send more people out, mobilize all 3,000 imperial guards, and we must find Purple Imperial Princess's trail. Otherwise, we will all lose our heads!"

  At this time, in the distance, a sharp and piercing whistle suddenly sounded, followed by a trail of smoke and fire that shot straight up into the clouds. In the dark night sky, it was extremely eye-catching. Someone exclaimed with great joy: "The reinforcements have arrived!"

  Gao Hu's voice was stern: "Bring them in, this time I will bathe Taoyuan Village in blood!"

  Ren Gengxin led his men in a charge, and he was highly respected by the young people. In just this short moment, more than 100 people had gathered around him. The sudden death of Ninth Brother made his heart burn with intense anger, which could erupt at any time, blowing people to pieces. Then, he saw that Daoist priest rushing towards him, about to fly into the mountains. Without hesitation, he loudly shouted: "You wicked dog, return my brother's life!"

  He let out a shout and the crowd of young men behind him simultaneously raised their hands and threw short spears, about half a foot long, into the air.

  Dozens of long spears stood upright in the air like a forest, this was the formation tactic trained by Ren Gengxin and his men. Even the most powerful masters couldn't escape this strike in mid-air.

  But in the next moment, all the young men were shocked beyond words. The Taoist seemed to be completely unbothered by their attacks. With a wave of his large sleeve, the long spears that had come out of nowhere fell to the ground as if they were just dust being brushed off his body.

  The Taoist said coldly, "I am a disciple of the Immortal Family, and today I have come to subdue demons and evil spirits. I will not trouble you, so quickly retreat! Otherwise, you will die without a place to bury your body!" After speaking, his figure was like a large bird, directly entering the high sky, and in an instant, he flew into the mountains and disappeared.

  Everyone was stunned and stood there, time seemed to have stopped for a moment. After a while, someone shouted: "It's an immortal!"

  These people, under the leadership of Ren Gengxin, were fearless and fought fiercely against beasts in the mountains and wild tribes outside. They had never shown a moment of fear, but now, facing their unknown territory, the innate fear in human nature finally erupted, and many people involuntarily took a few steps back from Ren Gengxin's side.

  At this moment, Ren Gengxin felt extremely bewildered. He had lived for seventeen years, considering himself to be extraordinary, and although he had experienced some minor setbacks, he hadn't thought much of them. But at this instant, he truly felt a sense of powerlessness.

  Xiao Jiu died right in front of him, and he, who had been called "Fourth Brother" for over a decade, couldn't even avenge his death!

  He clenched his fists tightly, his fingernails digging into his palms, and fresh blood flowed to his wrists, but he didn't feel it. In his heart, with a still somewhat childish voice, he made a vow: No matter if you are an immortal or a god, I will one day take revenge!

  At this time, the temple on that side finally lit up with lanterns, and Lu Peng also brought people to rush over quickly. He shouted loudly: "What happened?"

  Ren Gengxin saw him, the anger in his heart suddenly reached its peak, he pounced on him, grabbed his neck with one hand, and punched him without saying a word, shouting: "Lu, return my ninth brother's life to me!"

  Lu Peng was struck by this move and couldn't wrap his head around it, but Ren Gengxin launched a full-force attack, yet he himself had no strength to counterattack, which shocked him greatly. This kid is much more formidable than half a year ago!

  The two of them instantly became entangled, and someone on the side loudly recounted what had just happened. Lu Peng parried while shouting: "Your family's Xiao Jiu wasn't killed by me, was he? It was said that the Daoist priest was an immortal, who knows if it was him who provoked someone, ending up in a fatal disaster?"

  Ren Gengxin grew even angrier, and with a slap of his palm, he said: "I don't care who he is, I only know that he killed my ninth brother. If he's an immortal, I'll behead the immortal; if he's a god, I'll overthrow the god!"