1048 The Throes of a Trapped Beast

The sword energy instantly tore apart Liu Yizhi's outer robe.

This tear revealed the thin white middle layer garment inside, which fluttered in the obscure light of the night.

"Cough, cough, cough." Liu Yizhi's breathing was irregular, causing him to cough numerous times, but his old eyes still harbored a poisonous glint that shot at the crown prince in front of him.

"Great, you Northern Mo crown prince! You, you, aren't you afraid that killing every last one of our Shuntian Prefecture will bring an unexpected calamity upon your Northern Mo?"

Yet Crown Prince Mo's response was an abrupt sword ray to his shoulder.

Liu Yizhi, however, had long been on guard, so this sword blade only struck a defensive shield.

Nevertheless, this seemingly light slash abruptly shattered the defensive shield on Liu Yizhi's body.

A hint of terror finally surfaced in Liu Yizhi's eyes as he looked dazedly at the defensive ring on his finger. After being destroyed by the sword energy's fluctuations, it fell to the ground with a clang like a mere piece of scrap metal.

Crown Prince Mo looked at him with a sneer. "Liu Yizhi, muster up your greatest fighting strength and courage, and battle with this crown prince!"

"Today, We won't be relying on anyone else!" Mo Lian swiped his hand lightly, and the Raven Moon sword instantly returned to his conscious.

Seeing that the crown prince was belittling him so, Liu Yizhi was so infuriated that his chest heaved with a series of violent coughs. "Good! Very good! Then let this old man personally have a taste of the Northern Mo crown prince's brilliant moves!"

After saying this, a giant black dog leapt up swiftly before creeping to the ground, about to charge forward.

Yet suddenly, purple flames landed around that giant dog, constructing four tall, burning walls. Immediately afterwards, a gust of wind fanned the flames, igniting the giant dog's fur.

"You bastard!!" At this, Liu Yizhi brandished the tiger-head cane in his hand, attacking the crown prince.

While raising his cold eyebrows, the crown prince pounced at Liu Yizhi with a light leap. He chose to advance instead of retreat, and he struck Liu Yizhi's chest violently with his elbow.

In the middle, he altered his move and reached out to lock Liu Yizhi's arm.

As Liu Yizhi stepped backwards to retreat, the crown prince once again tore off a piece of cloth from Liu Yizhi's white middle layer garment, revealing his old, dark back.

"Hahahaha!" Mocking laughter rang out loudly all around them.

An irascible wrath flitted across Liu Yizhi's eyes in his humiliation!

Just as Qiu San was about to move, he saw his vision blur, and an expressionless boy around 14 to 15 years old suddenly blocked his path.

His gold and red heterochromatic eyes flickered with a cold light, and Qiu San reflexively stepped back in shock.

"Your Highness, Your Highness, Your Highness!" At this time, the many soldiers that had fully encircled this area all cried out excitedly.

If Qiu San was to retreat any further, he would enter the defensive boundary that several mystic cultivators had set up.

He could only brace himself to face this approaching youth head-on.

Meanwhile, Liu Yizhi used his cane to block several of Mo Lian's punches left and right, yet in the end, his cane directly cracked into two from a punch.

Liu Yizhi shuffled backwards while holding the two ends of his broken cane.

After blasting several mystic shocks with his palms, he was able to create a small passage for his trapped mystic beast to break free from the encirclement of purple flames.

The giant black dog bolted out from the small passage with its tail between its legs, and it whimpered while panting.

Yet before the man and dog could meet, Mo Lian flashed to the black dog and kicked its large head.

A crisp crack was soon heard.

Liu Yizhi abruptly roared severely with his eyes bulging, "No!"