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Chapter 3896: Clash

The Harpies were exceptionally hideous in appearance.

A slender, withered neck supported a fist-sized head.

Their facial features were practically all squeezed together.

Their bodies, however, were very broad, with two enormous wings that spanned over ten meters when spread, and sinister eyes staring intently at the numerous adventurers below.

"Jie jie." The Harpies emitted deafening, strange shrieks. The one leading them flew erratically in the air.

"Look quickly, there's a person on that Harpy monster's back!"

Indeed, it was a person, and a familiar one. Qiao Mu coldly watched the man standing on the back of the leading Harpy.

A ghost mask covered his entire face, and his two crimson, spectral eyes were now faintly staring at her.

The Ghost-Masked Hall Master, who had once ambushed them in the Red River Canyon, had reappeared.

Qiao Mu watched him with cold eyes, her gaze falling on his ghost mask, unable to help but frown.

This Ghost-Masked Hall Master must be an individual of extremely prominent status within Heaven's Fortune.

His presence here further confirmed Duan Yue's correct guess.

They must have come to delay them, to trap all of them in the Phoenix Wood Forest, which meant something significant was bound to happen in the three prefectures.

The Ghost-Masked Hall Master gazed coldly at the crowd below, raised his right hand, and brought it down heavily.

A rapid whistling sound echoed in mid-air as countless Harpies swooped down, attacking towards the crowd.

Mo Lian didn't waste words with them. He pulled Little Qiao behind him, pushing her three feet away, then raised his hand and summoned Dark Moon. Its sword body was entirely black and slender; with a gentle swing, a solitary gleam flashed across.

The Ghost-Masked Hall Master snorted coldly, suddenly stepping down from the Harpy's back. He took the lead, wielding his sword directly at Mo Lian's face.

With a "ding", they instantly clashed.

With just one strike, the Ghost-Masked Hall Master felt a numbness in his hand. Looking down, he saw a chip in his spirit weapon after just one encounter. His heart tensed, and he dared not clash directly with a sacred artifact, letting his sword light dance around Mo Lian.

"You're quite bold for your skill level," Mo Lian mocked with a smile.

This guy, instead of hiding behind the Harpies, actually dared to swoop down and seek death.

Heh, then he'd grant him his wish.

The bombardment from the Spirit Stone Cannons in Red River Canyon was still vivid in his memory!

Mo Lian always liked to exact his revenge personally!

Mo Lian's sword technique consisted of seven moves. Its essence lay in its unpredictability and speed. As the sword moves progressed, you could barely see his figure.

A layer of black fire covered the sword technique. Wherever it went, only dark sword shadows flickered, almost invincible.

Two masked figures stood on the Harpies' backs, watching with anxious faces.

One of them chuckled coldly. "We told him not to go down, but he insisted. Is that Crown Prince of Divine Continent someone with a good temper?"

"The Hall Master won't lose to Crown Prince Mo, will he?"

The masked figure who had just mocked said, "Neither of us is his match."

"Hindsight!" The other angrily turned to glare at him. "Why didn't you say so earlier? What do we do now?"

"Do you think if I said it, the Hall Master would listen to me?" The masked figure sneered. "You're the one personally trained by the Hall Master. He's always been quite suspicious of me, it's not a new thing."

"That's because you're disrespectful to the Hall Master! You're clearly someone the Master placed beside the Hall Master to monitor him!"