His arm was torn off, and the murderous intent surging through the body of the Old Predecessor of the Mountain Demon made his eyes turn bloodshot. A murderous aura burst out from his body, his sinister and bloodthirsty gaze sweeping past the silver wolf and landing on Muchen and Muyue, as well as the bound Hao'er. His face was slightly distorted with anger and hatred, and his entire face became somewhat hideous. He released his grip on his severed arm, utilizing his spiritual energy to staunch the bleeding and prevent further loss of vital Qi by applying pressure to specific points on his shoulder. "Seize those brats!" he commanded, his voice raspy, the words accompanied by a surge of malevolence. He then attacked the silver wolf with renewed ferocity. The surrounding individuals, who had retreated in the face of the escalating conflict, hesitated upon hearing his command. Observing the Old Mountain Demon's engagement with the Super Sacred Beast, the Sect Master and his Deputy exchanged a grim glance. With gritted teeth, they gathered their energy and rushed towards Muchen and Muyue. 𝕗𝗿𝕖𝐞𝐰𝗲𝕓𝐧𝕠𝕧𝗲𝐥.𝚌𝐨𝚖 "Run!" Hao'er shouted, his voice filled with desperation. Muchen, perceiving the approaching threat, immediately seized his sister's hand and attempted to flee. However, despite their agility, they were no match for the superior speed and training of the gate's leaders. "You little vermin, you will not escape!" the two men sneered, flanking the children, their hands outstretched to seize them. They prepared to lift the children with a triumphant air, but just as their hands were about to close around their collars, the children, who had appeared to shrink in fear, suddenly sprang into action. Cold, gleaming blades flashed with unexpected speed. The sharp edges sliced through the men's arms with alarming efficiency, leaving deep, bone-exposing gashes. "Ssshh!" The two men hissed in shock, recoiling from the unexpected attack. One hand pressed against their wounds, while their incredulous eyes fixed upon the four-year-olds. The children now stood poised like miniature predators, their delicate faces hardened with anger and ferocity. Their small bodies were half-crouched, and they gripped blood-dripping daggers, prepared for further combat. The surrounding observers were taken aback by this display. Surprise and shock mingled in their expressions. The fact that these two young children had managed to inflict such grievous wounds upon the masters of the Black Mountain Gate was truly remarkable. Their courage and determination were qualities that many adults lacked, yet these four year olds possessed them in abundance. A common thought echoed through the minds of many: "They are indeed the children of the Ghost Doctor Feng Jiu." However, a grim reality remained. While the children had exploited the men's initial underestimation to inflict damage, they could not withstand a sustained assault. This initial strike was one of opportunity, not of sustained power. As expected, the men's faces darkened with rage. "Good, very good!" they snarled. "We shall see if you maintain this demeanor!" With renewed aggression, they launched another attack, their movements now precise and calculated. If the first encounter had been a lapse in judgement, this would be a demonstration of their true power. They easily deflected the children's attacks, disarmed them, and produced ropes to bind them.