Sure enough, ten figures in black clothes arrived, each with a black cloth covering their faces. Mo Jiuli and Di Minghan were speechless; did they really think that wearing masks would hide their identities? It’s truly redundant; besides the Zongzheng Family, they haven’t offended anyone else, so do these people want to frame them...

"Perhaps you are right, they might indeed be worried that we belong to some family, aiming to frame others after the incident!" Di Minghan sensed Mo Jiuli’s thoughts and spoke in his heart.

"I think they’re quite stupid!" Mo Jiuli deliberately shouted in response.

The ten black-clad figures under the tree heard this and looked up; upon seeing Mo Jiuli and Di Minghan, they paused briefly, then swiftly surrounded Mo Jiuli and Di Minghan, waiting for the two to jump down...

"You wait up there, I’ll be right back!" Di Minghan glanced at the ten figures below, speaking to Mo Jiuli beside him.

"Alright, be careful!" Mo Jiuli nodded and said.

Di Minghan jumped down directly, landing among the black-clad figures, glancing at a white-haired old man leading them, he asked, "Is the Zongzheng Family so timid? Do you need to wear masks just to kill the two of us?"

"Hmph... Since you know who we are, accept your death!" the old man roared angrily, gesturing, and the ten people lunged at Di Minghan. It seemed to them that since Mo Jiuli needed protection, Mo Jiuli was not worth mentioning; they could kill Di Minghan first and then deal with Mo Jiuli.

Instantly, ten different colors of spiritual power exploded toward Di Minghan in the middle. Di Minghan’s figure flickered, drawing out the Cold Fox Sword from his waist, targeting one of the old men, dodging the attacks of ten people, heading straight for the leading old man. The old man, startled, dodged Di Minghan’s first sword but had his sleeve corner sliced by the Sword Energy, exposing his withered arm...

Startled, the old man looked at Di Minghan with disbelief: "A Sword Spirit? In that case, Old Man will take this sword today!"

Then, the old man shook his other sleeve, and a black item flew out, opening like an umbrella and rotating continuously in the air. The old man sliced his own finger, allowing a drop of blood to fly into the rotating black umbrella, and commanded the black umbrella: "Seize his sword for me!"

When the old man brought out the black umbrella, the other nine masked individuals seemed to understand something, retreating a distance, encircling Di Minghan and preventing him from escaping...

With the old man’s command, the black umbrella emitted a burst of black light after a while, shooting towards Di Minghan’s Cold Fox Sword! Di Minghan frowned slightly, unsure about what the opponent had brought out, casting a glance at his sword, which seemed not only fearless but somewhat excited. Di Minghan asked in his mind speechlessly: "Why are you excited?"

"Master, that thing looks tasty, don’t stop me, I want to eat it; damn it, it dares to seize me, let’s see how I destroy it!" the Cold Fox Sword said rudely.

Di Minghan twitched his mouth slightly upon hearing, loosened his hand, and the Cold Fox Sword was absorbed directly into the black light emitted by the old man’s umbrella...

"Hahaha... Looks like Old Man’s luck is good today, unexpectedly obtaining a fine sword..."

"I think you’re really despicable!"