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The black-clad man lowered his gaze, looking at Mu Xiaojiu, with only his two dark eyes exposed, igniting the flames of battle.

Nangong Xu wanted to rush forward to fight again, but Mu Xiaojiu raised his palm, stopping him.

With a cold gaze at the black-clad man, he said indifferently, “Take off your mask.”

The man looked at him coolly, without a trace of fear in his eyes.

“I didn’t expect you to still be alive. If you want to see my face, it depends on your ability to do so.”

His voice was very gentle, making one mistake it for the voice of a frail scholar if not for his visible prowess.

The battle in the yard had ended, and Mu Xiaoyao was the first to walk in, Long Ting supporting Yu Le behind him.

Upon entering the room, Long Ting immediately called for someone to control the black-clad woman.

Mu Xiaoyao saw the trace of blood at the corner of Baili Xia’s mouth, and a glimmer of pity flashed in his eyes.

He walked a few steps to her side, reaching out to support her.

“How are you? Are you okay?”

This girl, her bridesmaid’s dress is torn into this state, showing how much attack she just endured.

Baili Xia indeed felt a bit weak, with her arm and back having taken countless hits.

Now that the fight has stopped, those places begin to burn with pain.

Especially the injury on her back, she probably suffered internal injuries.

Not wanting her brother to worry, she shook her head, wiped the bloodstain at her lip corner, and said softly, “I’m fine.”

Her gaze fell on Ye Hua, who was still lying on the ground, and her heart tightened as she immediately walked over.

“Mentor, come quickly and take a look.”

With Mr. Xiaojiu handling the black-clad man now, Nangong Xu didn’t need to step in.

Upon hearing Baili Xia’s call, he immediately walked over to her.

Ye Hua had already fainted on the ground, not responding to Baili Xia’s repeated calls.

“Don’t worry, let me take a look.”

Nangong Xu comforted Baili Xia, took Ye Hua’s wrist to examine.

In just a few seconds, he looked up at Mu Xiaoyao and said, “Take him inside.”

After speaking, he looked at Baili Xia again: “It’s mainly due to excessive blood loss, it’s alright.”

Baili Xia finally sighed with relief; he was alright.

Otherwise, once Xiaoxiao wakes up, she wouldn’t know how to explain.

Nangong Xu and Mu Xiaoyao carried Ye Hua into the inner room for treatment.

Baili Xia didn’t go inside; the fight here wasn’t over yet. She needed to watch over Uncle.

The person is a master; she felt a faint sense of worry.

“Uncle, be careful, he’s very strong.”

Mu Xiaojiu slightly turned his face, and his gaze momentarily softened.

“Afraid I’ll lose?”

Baili Xia didn’t know what sort of feeling stirred in her heart; Uncle still had the mood to joke at a time like this.

He truly doesn’t understand the terrifying combat abilities of these people just now.

If he hadn’t arrived in time, the four of them might have been buried here.

The black-clad man’s soft voice floated again: “Mu Xiaojiu, I heard you’re strong. Today, it’s just right to test that.”

Mu Xiaojiu glanced at him, showing disdain.

“If you insist on making me act, I’m afraid you won’t have a chance to stay alive.”

“Hehe, whether I’m truly that strong, you’ll only know after trying.”

The black-clad man spoke casually, as if life or death didn’t concern him.

Actually, having dared to undertake this task, he had already prepared to die.

Mu Xiaoyao helped Nangong Xu place Ye Hua on the bed and then returned.

“If you want to fight, I’ll accompany you.”

He walked briskly to Mu Xiaojiu’s side, with coldness instantly emanating from him.

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