A Typical Reincarnation

Chapter 43 - The Battle of Rivulet City (3)

"Ah... Ahhh!! Who was it; show yourself! Who killed my three brothers?! Come out here!" Mo Yuntian roared relentlessly as he saw the three familiar decapitated heads, his eyes immediately turning red in fury.

Papapa! A tall and sturdy black-clothed man, his appearance masked, slowly walked into the courtyard clapping his hands. Over a dozen similarly dressed people followed behind him.

With the appearance of the group, Mo Yuntian's crazed expression instantly froze. He realized that, within the group of black-clothed people, the weakest among them was at the third stage of Qi realm, while their leader was obviously a Spirit realm expert. He was astonished; where did all these experts pop out from?

On the other hand, Mo Dingtian was ecstatic when he saw the group of black-clothed men show up; they were obviously here to help him.

"Damn you, Mo Dingtian. I didn't expect you to have this move up your sleeve. I belittled you. However, if you wish to keep us here today, you'll have to pay a heavy price!" There was no longer any confidence in Mo Yuntian when he spoke; he was only putting up a front.

"Mo Yuntian, you old rogue, I've looked up to you as a big brother since we were young. However, ever since you've decided to pledge yourself to my younger brother, you've become arrogant and bloodthirsty. Now that it has come to this, I don't know what else to say to you, but these four words: 'Reap what you sow!'" Mo Dingtian spoke angrily and looked at the heavily injured Mo Yan, who was not far away.

"Watch out!" the first black-clothed man to show up, who stood next to Mo Dingtian, suddenly yelled out. By the time the latter heard his voice and turned around, Mo Yundi had already come up to him. He watched as the dagger in Mo Yundi's hands plunged towards his chest.

The black-clothed man beside him hurriedly swept his sword toward Mo Yundi's chest, thinking of forcing him to change his course. Unexpectedly, Mo Yundi didn't bother to dodge in the least and continued his attack on Mo Dingtian.

Psh, Mo Dingtian felt a chill in his chest. He looked down and saw the dagger buried in his chest. He looked up again. Mo Yundi, who attempted to sneak-attack him, wasn't any better; a longsword found its way into his chest.

"Mo Dingtian, your daddy here won't die for naught. I'll drag you to hell with me no matter what! Big Brother, our mission has been accomplished, haha," Mo Yundi laughed, crazed. His blood-red eyes caused others to feel a chill in their hearts when they saw them, while fresh blood flowed endlessly from the corners of his mouth.

"Second Brother!" Mo Yuntian yelled out helplessly as he watched his second brother, Mo Yundi, try to assassinate Mo Dingtian, trading his life for the latter's. Looking at the sword penetrating his chest, Mo Yuntian felt as if his heart, too, had been stabbed by a dagger.

"Damn his insignificant life. Who cares if he dies off somewhere; he still wants to bring one down with him!" another tall and sturdy black-clothed man cursed loudly. He walked over to the half-dead Mo Yundi and extended his hand, snapping Mo Yundi's neck. Then, he sent the corpse flying with a kick. His actions were smooth as water, causing everyone watching to feel goosebumps on their body.

When Mo Yundi's dead body landed on the ground, he couldn't be any more dead. His eyes still stared wide. Perhaps he would never understand, even in death, why this man who snapped his neck would end his life without saying anything; it didn't fit the standard routine!

"Second Brother! Second Brother!" Mo Yuntian and the rest called out, dashing to Mo Yundi's corpse. The former held the corpse tightly in his embrace. Tears flowed down his weathered cheeks, and he cried loudly.