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603 :The Ruinsof Peach Blossom Spring

Chapter 603

The Ruins of Peach Blossom Spring
Translated By Jouissance of Exiled Rebels Scanlations

The two sides soon engaged in battle.

Yan Hui’s murderous intentions were clear in his eyes, telling Cheng XiangRong his answer. However, his strength was clearly above Cheng XiangRong’s. Back in the XiaoYao Institution, he had concealed his true strength.

Cheng XiangRong might have potential, but right now, he was only grade one, while Yan Hui was grade two. Luckily, Cheng XiangRong wasn’t a normal mage. As the son of MoQi XiYuan, he had plenty of tricks up his sleeves. With that, the two were at a deadlock.

However, Cheng XiangRong’s subordinate weren’t having such a good time. It was exceptionally tiring to fight one against two.

The guard watched as his opponent’s sword descending on him, filled with resentment. If he died here, what would become of his master?

That was when the unexpected happened. A stone flew out from who knows where and struck the other’s temple. The latter screamed, sent flying out almost twenty meters. His face was covered in blood; he didn’t get up again.

Everyone was shocked at his scream.

Yan Hui immediately pulled away from Cheng XiangRong, looking around warily. His heart stuttered, had they been ambushed?

However, when he saw Cheng XiangRong’s equally as confused expression, he knew that the attacker probably wasn’t from the ShuiXi Tribe. Just as this thought flashed through his mind, the other person he had brought was also attacked.

Another small rock flew out from the mist, striking the unprepared man in the chest and falling him. It was no light injury, if the blood leaking from his mouth was anything to go by.

With two injured and their opponent hidden from them, Yan Hui didn’t have the will to continue this fight anymore. He didn’t like situations that were out of his control like this. He gritted his teeth and fled, leaving the two others behind.

Cheng XiangRong’s guard didn’t hesitate to charge over and end the two’s lives.

The GuMa Tribe had killed so many of his comrades. Killing two was evening the score by two. Mercy was something unnecessary in this way of life.

Seeing the actions of his guard, Cheng XiangRong sighed and shook his head, but didn’t stop him.

“May I know which master it was that had given us a hand just now?” Cheng XiangRong clasped his hands, bowing in the direction the second rock had come from. If this person saved them, then he believed that they at least wouldn’t be their enemies.

You XiaoMo walked out of the mist, a smile on his face and said with a hint of delight at their reunion, “Uncle, it’s been a while; your aura has really changed, I’m surprised.”

Cheng XiangRong was completely stunned.

A familiar voice accompanying a familiar figure, the topic of his and Yan Hui’s discussion not long ago was now standing right in front of him, alive and well. This coincidence was unbelievable, and he didn’t know how to react.

“Xiao, XiaoMo… You, you…” It wasn’t until You XiaoMo walked up to him that Cheng XiangRong finally snapped out of his stupor. A light flush appeared on his cheeks and his words tripped over each other in a rush to express his excitement.

You XiaoMo chuckled at this. He hadn’t changed at all. “Uncle, slow down, don’t rush. I’m right here; it’s not like I’ll run away.”

Unable to ignore his presence, Cheng XiangRong glanced at Ling Xiao, who had come out of the mist behind You XiaoMo. Then he looked back to You XiaoMo, saying with a hint of embarrassment, “Sorry, I didn’t mean to hide this from you.”