The Shamo Clan Attacks, Farewell to Huangfu Yunteng

"Patriarch, the Eastern Domain has already fallen. Many human cultivators chose to become lackeys of the Shamo race just to survive. Those who escaped are seeking refuge with the Demon Sect. What is your command...?"

An elder at the Tribulation Transcendence realm came to report to Mo Tianxiao, relaying the Shamo race's major movements over the past two years.

In just two years, the entire Eastern Domain had been completely seized by the Shamo race. With no Quasi-Emperor experts in the Eastern Domain, they naturally had little power to resist against an invasion of eleven Quasi-Emperor cultivators.

"Only two years, and the Eastern Domain is gone already?"

Mo Tianxiao's expression turned grave. "Those Eastern Domain cultivators who come seeking refuge with the Demon Sect may be allowed inside the formation, but you must carefully verify their identities. Make sure they have not betrayed the Xuanhuang Realm, and that they have not become dogs of the Shamo race. You know what to do."

The Demon Sect elder nodded. "Patriarch, rest assured. I understand."

With that, the elder took his leave.

"Two years... Perhaps it took this long only because the Shamo race still fears the foundations of the Xuanhuang Realm. If those eleven Quasi-Emperors had gone all out, they could have wiped out the entire Eastern Domain in a matter of months."

"At this rate, we'll be picked off one by one."

Mo Tianxiao pondered for a moment. A sound transmission talisman formed in his hand, his lips moved faintly as he sealed his message into the talisman, then infused it with holy essence. The talisman transformed into a streak of light, vanishing into the void.

The best approach would be to unite the powerful cultivators of other regions, but relocating such a massive number of people—if discovered by the Shamo race—would be an equally catastrophic disaster.

Moreover, with so many people, no matter how meticulous the plan, there would always be gaps and flaws.

All he could do was transmit news of the Eastern Domain's situation to the cultivators of the Central Divine Land and even the Western Region, so they could prepare in advance.

He wondered where the Shamo race would strike next. Based on geography, the regions bordering the Eastern Domain were the Central Divine Land and Demon Province.

As for the Chaotic Star Sea, that was the territory of the demon race—the hardest bone to crack. The Shamo race likely wouldn't set the demon race as their next target.

In other words, the Shamo race's next strike would likely be either the Demon Sect or the Central Divine Land.

As expected, disaster struck two months later.

"Report, Patriarch! The Shamo race has arrived!"

The moment the warning was delivered, every formation within ten thousand miles of the Demon Sect activated. With the Emperor-level Sect Protection Formation as the backbone, Saint-level formations as the core, and countless top-tier formations as connecting links, the entire ten-thousand-mile radius was enveloped.

Thousands of cultivators from Demon Province took their positions, maintaining the formations and holding off the invaders.

Mo Tianxiao paused his alchemy and asked, "They chose Demon Province first? Bold of them."

"Patriarch, not all of them came. Only three Quasi-Emperor Shamo, twenty Saint-level experts, and quite a few traitorous human cultivators who chose to defect."

"Let's go take a look."

Mo Tianxiao's gaze hardened. He stepped forward, crossing thousands of miles in a single stride, arriving at the boundary of the formation.

The moment he arrived, he spotted a familiar face, and a flicker of surprise crossed his expression. "Huangfu Yunteng?"

"HAHAHAHA!!"

"Didn't expect me, did you?"

"I was the one who personally requested Lord Moke to let me come and destroy your Demon Sect. How generous am I towards the Demon Sect?"

Huangfu Yunteng's face twisted into a manic grin, his eyes bloodshot, practically vibrating with intense excitement like he'd been injected with adrenaline.

Beside Huangfu Yunteng stood three bizarre-looking Quasi-Emperor Shamo, followed by twenty Saint-level experts.

The Saints were nothing to worry about, but three Quasi-Emperors gave Mo Tianxiao a headache.

The good news: the eleven Quasi-Emperors had split up rather than attacking the Demon Sect all at once. Only three had come.

The bad news: even three Quasi-Emperors were something the Demon Sect couldn't handle in its current state.

Mo Tianxiao stared at Huangfu Yunteng, sneering. "Seems you've made quite the impression as a lapdog. The Shamo race trusts you that much?"

He hadn't expected Huangfu Yunteng to fall so completely to darkness. Though the aura around him barely broke through to Tribulation Transcendence—hardly a threat—he'd managed to gain some standing with the Shamo.

Huangfu Yunteng's eyes burned with nothing but pure hatred. He gritted his teeth. "All of this... is thanks to your Demon Sect!"

His grandfather, Huangfu Wujiang, had been slain by a single strike from the Demon Sect's former patriarch, who had also shattered the Huangfu clan's protective formation. That had crippled the Huangfu family's strength—otherwise, how could they have fallen so quickly to those alien invaders?

The Huangfu family's downfall was entirely because of the Demon Sect. More precisely, because of Mo Tianxiao.

If Mo Tianxiao hadn't created a blood feud with the Huangfu clan, Huangfu Yunteng's grandfather would never have been killed.

It wasn't that Huangfu Yunteng dared to seek revenge on his grandfather's killer. No—he merely redirected all his hatred to its root: Mo Tianxiao.

Mo Tianxiao's gaze remained cold and steady. "The decline of the Huangfu family was inevitable with someone like you in it. Setting aside how much of this is truly my fault, even if it did start because of me, your Huangfu family brought this calamity upon itself."

"Since the Huangfu clan has chosen to side with the aliens, there is nothing more to discuss."

Without another glance at Huangfu Yunteng, Mo Tianxiao turned his attention to the three Quasi-Emperors. "Three experts of the Shamo race, the Demon Sect has no use for idle talk."

A longsword materialized in his hand—the Nine Tribulations Immortal Source Sword.

"Rest assured, my master was able to slay a hundred Shamo Quasi-Emperors with a single strike. I admit I cannot yet match my master's power."

"But..."

Mo Tianxiao activated a fraction of the Nine Tribulations Immortal Source Sword's might, a sharp sword-essence faintly asserting itself. In its current state, the Nine Tribulations Immortal Source Sword was an Emperor Sword, comparable to an imperial artifact.

Though he couldn't unleash its full power, it was more than enough to put on a show of authority.

"My master left a seal within this sword. You are merely Quasi-Emperors, but even you should sense it. I have always been an honest man—once this sword's seal is released, it will unleash the full might of the same strike my master used that day. Who among you would like to test it? Or will it be all three at once?"

The moment those words left his mouth, the three Quasi-Emperors froze in place.

The reason they hadn't come with full force was precisely to probe the Demon Sect's strength and determine whether to commit to an attack.

"That kid doesn't look like he's lying. What now?"

The three Quasi-Emperors exchanged glances, genuinely intimidated by Mo Tianxiao's bluff.

After all, the memory of Yue Liuli's single sword strike had left a psychological scar deep enough to haunt them for life. And the sword in Mo Tianxiao's hand clearly wasn't ordinary.

As Quasi-Emperors, they could naturally sense a hidden seal within the Nine Tribulations Immortal Source Sword. They didn't know what kind of seal it was, but setting the seal aside, the sword itself was definitely a top-tier treasure.

A treasured artifact—the equivalent of an imperial device in the Xuanhuang Realm.

Facing a sealed top-tier treasure, they didn't dare gamble.

"Impossible! You're lying! Do you think you can fool us?!"

Huangfu Yunteng's face twisted grotesquely, the hatred in his eyes never once fading. He pointed at Mo Tianxiao and shouted, "Three lords, he's definitely lying! He won't even step outside his formation—he's obviously putting on a bluff!"