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Chapter 3442: 4.1042 To the Death

The gloomy-faced middle-aged man scoffed, then laughed heartily, "What good is a revolt by ants?"

He flicked his sleeve, and a dozen guards were sent flying, crashing heavily against the doors and windows with several resounding thuds. Even a section of the palace's opulent wall was knocked down.

The Imperial Guards were left with bloody gashes on their heads, but they still managed to support themselves and stand up, once again lunging at Old Wu and the gloomy middle-aged man.

Old Wu's two subordinates were also forced into the fray. Without even seeming to exert much effort, they sent a group of low-level Xuan Masters sprawling.

Everyone fell to the ground, bleeding from their heads, yet no one uttered a sound.

Empress Dowager Meng and Empress Zhao also immediately joined the fight. Even with Empress Dowager Meng's peak cultivation as a Level 14 Grand Xuan Master, she was no match for a single blow from Old Wu. Thus, the addition of Empress Zhao and others truly offered only a drop in the bucket of help.

"A bunch of little ants actually dare to resist?" The gloomy middle-aged man sneered. He grabbed a guard, instantly snapped his neck, and flung him away.

The body slammed at the feet of Concubine Xi and others, eliciting a chorus of terrified sobs and wails.

Noble Consort Ying had now climbed to her feet. She forcefully pushed a delicate concubine beside her, her face cold as she said, "What's the use of crying? Wipe away your tears and watch carefully. If you don't work hard enough, you'll be slaughtered like an ant."

"Father!!"

"Father, Mother, your sons are late to your rescue!"

Two uneven shouts came from outside the palace, accompanied by the roars of soldiers.

Mo Lei's face turned pale. Even Consort Lin, who had been trying to maintain her composure, couldn't help but burst into tears. "Foolish sons, what are you doing here?"

Third Prince Mo Teng and Second Prince Mo Lu simultaneously kicked aside some rubble and debris blocking the palace gates, leading a group of soldiers quickly inside.

The trembling Concubine Liu almost fainted then and there.

She shared the same thought as Consort Lin: it was good that her sons weren't in the palace and hadn't been captured. It would be best if her sons were clever enough to escape as far as possible, ideally out of Mokjing City, and never return.

From the looks of it, the Mo family was doomed in these next two days.

But now!

"Mother," Mo Lu quickly reached out to support his elderly mother.

Beside them, Fourth Princess Mo Shuang, who wasn't making a fuss today, cried out, "Second Brother, what are you doing here? Coming in now is just sending lambs to a tiger's mouth; it won't help anything."

Mo Lu said in a deep voice, "You are all in this palace; how could my third brother and I not come?"

In the past, when there were no external enemies, it was fine for family members to bicker and scheme, petty squabbles.

But it was different now. Now their entire family was in someone's grip. If they didn't rush to save them, they would be unworthy as sons.

Mo Lei was now also in tears, nodding. "Good, good! Today, we—father and sons, husband and wives, old mother, family—will all face life and death together again! How exhilarating, hahahahaha!"

"Bang! Bang!" As he spoke, the gloomy middle-aged man, along with Old Wu and his two subordinates, had already dealt with the Imperial Guards.

The contingent of soldiers brought by Mo Lu and Mo Teng were also barely holding on, steadily retreating. With the Second and Third Princes, they protected the King of Mo and the concubines, withdrawing together into the main hall.

Empress Dowager Meng was injured, and her face was somewhat pale.