Peking Opera Cat Heart Feather

"Your current rhythmic power is connected to my rhythmic power. Follow me and reactivate the seal." Mo Lan looked at Xiao Qing and Mo Zi.

The two cats looked at each other and imitated Mulan's movements, dancing the flower spears in their hands continuously. Finally, the three of them kicked the flower spears into the air with their feet. The three flower spears turned into four seals each and flew towards the ground. Soon, twelve phantoms covered the ground.

"Success."

Xiaoqing’s first concern was the seal.

"Uncle Fu has been using A Zi from the beginning." A Zi saw that the matter had come to an end, but the more she thought about it, the more she felt something was wrong, as if there was something being hidden from her.

"Mother,... why haven't you seen your daughter in these ten years? Since you have tried to stay sober, why don't you take the opportunity to tell your daughter the truth?" The bad feeling in A Zi's heart grew stronger and stronger, looking at Mo Lan who was still retreating little by little.

"Mom can't unlock the shackles of chaos by herself. What can you do if I tell you everything in advance? Even if I tell you, will you believe it?" Molan looked at A Zi and Xiao Qing. The emotions in her eyes were suppressed bit by bit.

"This is not a reason for you not to see me, no!" Mo Zi was still angry about not seeing each other for the past ten years, but Xiao Qing clearly found that Fengying was still moving.

“Why is she still moving?”

"You and your uncle are the same. You only think that we are the key to Shenzhen, right? In your heart, there is only Shen Zong, right?" Mo Zi watched Mo Lan approaching step by step, but neither of them noticed that Mo Lan's steps were actually retreating.

Zong Palace Square

At this time, Xingluo Squad and the four judges of Panzong united to fight against Mo Xie. Among them, Zhulong and Jumang were the strongest. Their full-strength attack made Mo Xie unable to resist.

Mo Xie brandished his weapon, launching attacks again and again, but each time they were cleverly dodged or neutralized by Xing Tian and Da Fei. He couldn't help but feel frustrated. This opponent seemed to always be able to predict his moves, making his attacks futile.

And just when he was about to chop Bai Tang or Wu Song with his sword, Da Fei or Xing Tian would always appear in time and block his attack with their bodies, allowing Bai Tang and Wu Song to escape. This tacit cooperation made Mo Xie very annoyed.

At the same time, Gou Mang, in the distance, also joined the battle. He flapped his wings in the sky, and countless crows spread out from under his feathers. These crows were like black lightning, carrying a sharp aura, and swooped down towards Mo Xie.

Mo Xie quickly swung his weapon to block the attack, but the crows were so numerous and so fast that he could hardly block all of their attacks. Soon, his body was covered with wounds, and his clothes were stained red with blood.

Mo Xie barely took the blow, barely catching his breath, when Da Fei and Wu Song rushed over, attacking him from both sides. Faced with this onslaught, Mo Xie could only use his water sleeves and command flags to parry their attacks. However, at this moment, Bai Tang suddenly leaped out from behind Da Fei and slammed the bell into Mo Xie's face. This attack caught Mo Xie off guard, sending him flying.

Mo Xie angrily tried to fight back, but Bai Tang nimbly used the flames of the Candle Dragon to dodge his attack. When he reappeared in front of Mo Xie, the bell in his hand actually shattered one of Mo Xie's swords!

In the distance, Zhulong unleashed two balls of flame from his hands, flinging them at Mo Xie like meteors, seemingly aiming to incinerate him. However, Mo Xie refused to sit still and wait for death. He waved his banner, instantly conjuring a solid ice wall to block Zhulong's attack. However, Zhulong's flames were incredibly powerful, and the ice wall was unable to withstand them, ultimately breaking. At this moment, Zhulong opened a gap in the side, sending his flames crashing directly into Mo Xie.

Mo Xie was sent flying, his body slamming heavily to the ground. Gou Mang seized the opportunity to attack. He summoned countless crows, causing them to circle around Mo Xie, obscuring his view. Meanwhile, Gou Mang, concealing his true form in the form of a crow, quietly approached Mo Xie. Before Mo Xie could rise, Gou Mang suddenly emerged from the crow, raising his feather fan and charging at him with fierce momentum.

However, Mo Xie's reflexes were sharp. He sensed Gou Mang's movements and immediately hurled his sword at him. However, just as the sword was about to strike Gou Mang, Wu Song arrived in time and swung his whistle stick, shattering the sword. Wu Song then quickly followed up with another blow from the stick, striking Mo Xie hard, sending him flying to the ground.

When Mo Xie stood up again, the magnificent feathers on his head had been broken, and his once flowing hair was now a mess. The gorgeous water-sleeved dress he wore was now tattered, with large holes in both sleeves. He once held two sharp swords, but now both were broken, leaving only the hilts. The command flags held in his hands by his shoulders were still intact.

"You think you can take on me? Victory always belongs to the noble Peking Opera Cat!" Mo Xie sneered. He slowly stood up, his body swaying slightly, but his tone was firm, his eyes filled with confidence and pride.

With a wave of the command flag in his hand, a huge water ball quickly condensed above his head, spinning continuously and emitting a dazzling light. Then, he waved another flag again, and the huge water ball suddenly fell to the ground, instantly transforming into a surging sea of waves.

The waves rolled, sending up waves tens of meters high that spread outward. The entire square was instantly submerged, as if it were immersed in a vast ocean. The waters pounded the surrounding buildings, sweeping them in and destroying anything that stood in its way.

In this sea, Mo Xie stood on the crest of the waves, as majestic as a sea lord. His eyes swept over the enemies who tried to resist him, and the corners of his mouth curled up slightly, revealing a disdainful smile.

This sudden change caught everyone off guard. Xing Tian, observing this, quickly swung his axe. With his movement, a powerful surge of energy erupted from the axe, forming a massive tornado. The tornado roared forward, like a sharp blade, splitting the surging waves in two.

Meanwhile, Da Fei was not to be outdone. He concentrated all his strength, channeling his rhythmic energy into his throat. With a furious roar, a powerful wave of sound erupted from his mouth, shaking the heart like thunder. This wave resonated with Xing Tian's tornado, helping to part the water flow. Furthermore, Da Fei's sonic wave also affected Mo Xie, causing him to temporarily lose control of his body.

Seeing this, the others jumped into the vortex of the pot and attacked Mo Xie. However, Mo Xie was unable to move because he was under the attack and control of the sound waves. He was attacked one after another and the protective rhythmic force around him could no longer support him and shattered.

But after the smoke cleared, Mo Xie was beaten back to his original state and fell unconscious on the ground, but the chaotic aura on his body did not dissipate, and the flag in his hand did not loosen.

Just after the battle, Wu Song and Da Fei suddenly felt pain in their bodies, and a hint of dawn appeared on the horizon. The rhythmic energy in their bodies was rapidly dissipated.

Wuqing didn't care about that and instead threw the tokens around his body towards Mo Xie. However, Mo Xie stood up the moment the tokens came and knocked the tokens away with two command flags.

"Mohist army, listen...ah"

Mo Xie stood up, made a circle with the command flag in his hand and placed it in front of him. His eyes turned a strange red. But before he could say the word "obey orders", four shadows suddenly appeared, pressed him to the ground, and emitted a large amount of smoke.

When the smoke cleared, everyone discovered that the four phantoms were the phantoms of the four sacred beasts. Each of them suppressed one of Mo Xie's limbs and pinned Mo Xie to the ground. At the same time, a violent light wave was brewing in the mouth of the white tiger.

"If you hadn't reserved all your Yunli to deal with the Chaos Beast, who would have thought you could jump for so long?" Bai Xinyu, who was far away, winked, and the ball of light from the White Tiger's mouth directly hit Mo Xie. A burst of intense light emerged, and even the people who were stabbed couldn't open their eyes. This time, even Wuqing covered his eyes with his sleeves. After the ball of light dissipated, Mo Xie's limbs showed a strange way, and he fell to the ground with blood in his mouth.