Razan hit the stone tablet behind him like a cannonball, embedding his body within it, as cracks spread out like a spider web. Blood spilled from the corner of his mouth; he was already dead.
The one who struck was naturally Lin Mo.
Miao Zhu and Miao Xin were somewhat surprised; they had always thought Lin Mo was an ordinary person, yet his martial arts were so formidable. He must be a Martial Arts Master.
"You insult my wife, you're looking for death."
Rage filled Lin Mo's eyes as he turned into a black shadow. In an instant, the heads of several soldiers rolled to the ground.
Hearing his words, Miao Zhu stomped her foot in anger, "This damned guy, even now he's not forgetting to take advantage of my senior sister."
An unusual light flickered in Miao Xin's clear eyes. When Lin Mo spoke those words, she should have been angry, but she wasn't, and a hard-to-describe feeling emerged instead.
But the situation at hand did not allow her to ponder why she felt this way.
In Miao Zhu's hands, a bright light appeared, with green air blades flying out, severing several soldiers. Master Feng also began to conjure spells, tossing out Fireball Talismans and Thunder and Lightning Talismans one after the other.
Miao Xin's hands emitted white silk-like threads that coalesced on her arms, turning into two white ribbons that moved like Flood Dragons. As they danced, silhouettes were flung aside.
These soldiers, though armed with guns, were used to a lax military discipline and were a disorganized mob. Against four experts, and Lin Mo with his terrifying martial arts power, they stood no chance of resisting.
Lin Mo was like a black shadow of death, reaping these lives without the slightest mercy. They had likely harmed countless Huaxia people here, so Lin Mo showed no mercy at all.
Had he not been afraid of frightening Miao Xin and Miao Zhu, he would have even considered using a spell to level the place.
In less than three minutes, all the soldiers, including Razan, lay dismembered. The ground was strewn with limbs and remains, and naturally, the ordinary civilians had long since scattered in terror.
Things would never be this reckless back home. After the battle, Master Feng's face wore an excited expression, "Pah, compared to our Huaxia military, these people are far too inferior."
Miao Zhu and Miao Xin exchanged glances. The weaponry and equipment of Myanmar were outdated, and these people were a disorganized crowd; that's why they were able to win. Had it been an equal number of well-trained troops, today would have spelled their doom.
"Who would have thought you were a Martial Arts Master; I really misjudged you," Miao Zhu said, pursing her lips as she looked at Lin Mo.
Lin Mo offered a faint smile, his gaze fixed on Miao Xin, but he remained silent.
Feeling his fiery gaze, a touch of pink faintly appeared on Miao Xin's typically cool and calm face. She changed the subject, "We've made such a big commotion just upon arriving in Myanmar, it won't be long before we alert the military, perhaps even Gongyang Zhi will know of our arrival. We must hurry."
"For you, even if I have to raze Myanmar to the ground, what of it?" Lin Mo suddenly spoke.
"Cut it out, just bragging nonsense here," Miao Zhu rolled her eyes dismissively.
Master Feng released a fireball to turn all the corpses into ash. The four of them quickly moved forward, avoiding the main roads and choosing to go through the jungle to steer clear of other military encounters.
Miao Xin seemed to deliberately slow down, keeping pace with Lin Mo. Naturally, Master Feng took the lead, and Miao Zhu moved ahead alongside him.
Miao Xin's sidelong glance at Lin Mo restored her usual complexion, and she lightly parted her lips, saying, "Lin Mo, I'll pretend you never said those words just now. But if you speak nonsense again, I will surely kill you."
"What nonsense? You are my wife, that is an undeniable fact." Lin Mo looked at her, flashed a sunny smile, and spread his lips wide.
Miao Xin clenched her delicate, pale fist, her clear eyes filled with coldness, "Don't think I'm joking with you. If you dare to say that again, I'll strike you down right away."
"Alright, I'll say no more. But you'll understand in time."
Lin Mo sighed helplessly, for Xia Mengdie now had completely lost her memory of him.
...
"General Moso, it seems that Razan's station has encountered a firepower attack, and the whole army has been wiped out."
In the city closest to the border in Myanmar, a soldier stood in a room, speaking to the middle-aged man in military uniform in front of him.
Moso furrowed his brow, "What happened? Did those guys dare to rob my turf?"
"It doesn't seem so. According to the locals, it was people from Huaxia, two men and two women," the soldier reported.
"Damn it, just four people? Razan had dozens of soldiers armed with guns, how could the entire army be wiped out?" Moso said angrily, but he soon paused, "Dismissed for now, wait for my orders."
"Could they be Mages?"
Moso pondered this and quickly exited the room, arriving at the door of another room. He bowed his head slightly, speaking with respect, "Mage, I seek an audience with you."
Moso was one of the weakest warlords in Myanmar; if not for the support of the Ghost Witch Sect, he might have already been swallowed up by other warlords. Therefore, Moso held extraordinary respect for the Mages of the Ghost Witch Sect.
"Enter."
Inside the room, a man in a black robe sat cross-legged; his face obscured, but several strands of black mist snaked around his body like serpents.
"Mage, I've encountered a bit of trouble..."
After Moso had explained the situation, the man in the black robe opened his eyes, which flashed with a green gleam.
"They must be the two women from Miao Xue Divine Palace. As for those two men, I don't know if they're reinforcements they've brought in. I've never heard of Miao Xue Divine Skill having male disciples," Gongyang Zhi muttered to himself, his mouth curling into a sinister smile.
"In Huaxia, you had me running ragged, and now you dare to come to Myanmar? If I wasn't worried about those two damned women from Miao Xue Divine Palace catching up, I would have killed you two young girls long ago, turning you into my Puppets, huh!"
Gongyang Zhi narrowed his eyes and then stood up, the black mist swirling around him instantly disappearing into his body.
"Find the whereabouts of these four people. This time, I will make sure they don't return," Gongyang Zhi ordered.
Moso nodded and immediately arranged for a search. Although Myanmar's military strength was not as great as Huaxia's, it was, after all, a military force, far more powerful than ordinary factions. And considering the size of Myanmar, it didn't take long to discover that Lin Mo and his companions had not taken the main roads and had not turned back to Huaxia, so their only option was to take the jungle route.
Therefore, Moso and Gongyang Zhi quickly dispatched troops and set up checkpoints, deploying about eight hundred soldiers equipped with rocket launchers and medium-range missiles, laying down overwhelming firepower, waiting for Lin Mo and his company to walk into their trap.