Little Door, Open

As soon as these words fell, the three felt like a huge wave was set off in their hearts, and their faces turned ashen.

Because what Li Moce said was right, this great formation was just that terrifying.

Of course, the requirements were also extremely harsh. It needed to be on a Yin year, Yin month, Yin day, Yin hour and Yin quarter to be able to last for a moment.

Usually Li Moce wouldn't be able to use this great formation even if he knew it. But who could have expected that tomorrow would be this once in a millennium date?

"Right, I might as well tell you that I also know the secret art of stealing luck!" Li Moce lazily added.

"What?"

This sentence was like a heavy bomb exploding in the ears of Wu Yonghong and the other two.

"You, you you, do you want to, do you want to steal the gentleman's luck?" Wu Yonghong's lips trembled as he stared at Li Moce and stuttered.

"I didn't expect you to be quite smart, Wu Yonghong."

Li Moce coldly said, "That man has boundless power, even I can't see through his cultivation, and don't know if he's a Martial Saint or Martial Emperor. Plus his countless treasures, he must have heavenly luck."

"As long as I, Li Moce, steal his luck, perhaps within my lifetime I could also step into Martial Emperor, or even the legendary Immortal Martial Realm."

"You, last time you obtained the gentleman's martial intent at the Martial Hall, yet you repay kindness with hatred, and still dare to make a move on the gentleman. I will fight you to the death!"

Wu Yonghong was so angry his neck turned red.

He had not forgotten how Yi Feng generously gave him the Divine Fork, and had not forgotten the benefits he gained from sensing the martial intent at the Martial Hall.

In that moment, his aura exploded out, and he even forcefully broke through the restrictions of the formation, attacking Li Moce.

"Humph!"

However, with a casual wave of his hand, Li Moce shattered Wu Yonghong's attack.

"Did you really think this formation was just for show?"

Li Moce sneered coldly.

Sure enough, because of the earlier struggle, Wu Yonghong suffered backlash from the formation, and immediately spat out mouthfuls of blood.

"Fine, since you're asking for death, I'll fulfill your wish."

With a wave of Li Moce's palm, a blast of energy directly struck Wu Yonghong's dantian.

"Crack!"

A bloody hole appeared, accompanied by an explosion, and Wu Yonghong's eyes bulged as Li Moce directly crippled his cultivation.

"Old Wu."

"Old Wu."

Chu Kuangshi and Sun Zhuge simultaneously called out in concern.

"You could have struggled on for a few more days, but since you went looking for death, there's no helping it." Li Moce laughed coldly, "Without any cultivation, you'll die just as pitifully as an ordinary mortal in a few days!"

"Hahaha...."

With a crazed laugh, Li Moce drew an arc in midair as he dashed towards Pingjiang City.

...

"Awoo!"

"Awoo!"

Ao Qing had been having a rough time lately.

Although he had continuously broken through following Yi Feng, the feeling from that small door was really unbearable.

"You dog, what's wrong with you, are you that thirsty?" Yi Feng gently stroked him and said, "Don't worry, when I have time I'll properly help you resolve it."

However, Ao Qing seemed to not hear Yi Feng's words at all. His eyes were bulging wider and wider as he stared at the small wooden door behind Yi Feng.

He felt like the thing inside that small wooden door was about to come out.

Whether it was a savage ancient beast or an unparalleled demon,

He couldn't help but swallow.

"Creak!"

As expected, the small door creaked and slowly opened.

Ao Qing shivered subconsciously, his fur standing on end as he stared fixedly at it.

...