Hearing that, Haoer tightened his grip on the sword in his hand: "Since you want to die, I will grant your wish."
The little boy, holding a sword in his hand, was like a king who held the power of life and death. His tone was overbearing and confident, cold and bloodthirsty. If one had not seen it with one's own eyes, no one would have dared to believe that this came from the mouth of a boy of about ten years old.
Elder Yuan's eyes flickered as he looked at the child and said, "Hand over all your things. Our boss said that you can leave alive. You should know that when a person dies, there is nothing left. Moreover, even if you are a Jindan cultivator, the three of us are all Jindan cultivators. Moreover, you are just a ten-year-old boy. How can you fight with us? Even if you fight with us, you alone cannot beat the three of us."
"Really? You can try." Hao'er was unmoved. He just stood in front of Mu Chen, Mu Yue and the others, staring at those people.
The owner of Huichun Hall sneered, "Since you are so ungrateful, don't blame us for being rude!" As soon as he finished speaking, he said, "Master Yuan, Master He, take them down!"
"Yes." The two responded without hesitation. As they took a deep breath and rushed out, long swords appeared in their hands.
Upon seeing this, Hao'er gestured with one hand behind his back, asking Mu Chen and Mu Yue to step back a little. At the same time, a small figure rushed out and directly met their attack.
Seeing this, Mu Yue was a little worried: "Will Big Brother be unable to defeat me?"
Mu Chen pursed his lips and said nothing, his eyes fixed on the battle in front of him. Suddenly, he caught a glimpse of the four injured foundation-building monks who had retreated and were quietly approaching them under the gesture of the Huichun Hall's owner.
"Be careful!" Mu Chen lowered his voice and reminded his sister and Seventeen.
However, just as Mu Chen was giving a reminder, those Foundation Establishment cultivators suddenly stepped forward and stretched out their hands to grab the two younger ones.
They can't deal with the big one, but they are definitely more than enough to deal with the two little ones!
"Get out of here!" Seventeen shouted loudly, and moved his hand, which had been pressed on his waist, and drew out the sharp sword and slashed at the foundation-building monk.
However, even though he was a strictly trained secret guard, his skills were no match for the cultivators in the middle stage of foundation building. As soon as he moved, he was kicked out by one of the cultivators.
“You don’t know your own limitations!”
They were furious! They had just followed their boss out for a trip, and they had lost two people before they had done anything. They hadn't expected that the kid was actually a Jindan cultivator. They accepted the loss they suffered when they encountered a Jindan cultivator, but this little cultivator at the second level of Qi Refining dared to attack them. He really overestimated his own abilities!
"puff!"
Seventeen was kicked hard and flew several meters away, falling directly into the woods on the side of the road. A mouthful of blood spurted out of his mouth. He felt the blood boiling and burning pain in his chest. He tried hard to stand up, but fell down again with a thud.
"Seventeen!" Yue'er exclaimed, her beautiful eyes glaring angrily, like an irritated kitten, with her fur all over her body standing on end.
"Just follow us!"
A cultivator sneered and reached out to grab Yue'er, but the little girl jumped up and rushed towards him at an extremely fast speed.