One Man Shakes Three Emperors

"I'm out now—what are you going to do about it?"

Mo Tianxiao didn't hesitate for even a moment. He stepped out of the formation, gripping the Nine Calamities Immortal Source Sword, pointing it straight at Huangfu Yunteng. The immense pressure radiating from him forced Huangfu Yunteng to his knees on the spot.

Behind him, the many demon-state cultivators maintaining the formation were overjoyed. "I knew Sect Master Mo had a trump card! So his master had already prepared everything for the demon sect!"

"Of course! Otherwise, why would our sect master dare to take in cultivators from the entire demon state—even those from the Eastern Domain have fled here seeking refuge."

"The demon sect's power is unmatched under heaven! Sect Master Mo is invincible!"

With this display, the demon-state cultivators found their confidence fully restored, all fear in their hearts vanishing.

Meanwhile, the three quasi-emperors of the Shamo tribe saw that Mo Tianxiao showed not the slightest hint of fear, and hesitation began to creep into their minds.

Even though he had explicitly said he had only one sword strike, they didn't dare take that risk—because that one strike was enough to kill all three of them.

This matter should be reported back to the young master Moke for a countermeasure.

"Fall back."

The three quasi-emperors exchanged glances, deciding not to engage.

"He's deceiving you, my lords! He is a demonic cultivator—if he truly had any fearsome technique, he would have slain us all right here rather than waste words with us!"

Huangfu Yunteng knelt on the ground, blood oozing from all seven orifices under the crushing pressure, yet he still glared at Mo Tianxiao with burning hatred and roared at the top of his lungs.

Hatred hadn't completely clouded his judgment. He wanted to expose Mo Tianxiao's bluff.

But Mo Tianxiao didn't care in the slightest. "Believe him if you wish. I had originally planned to use this sword to cut down all eleven of your quasi-emperors—cutting down only three is a bit of a loss. But if you truly want to test it, then three it is."

As he spoke, Mo Tianxiao slowly channeled his sacred essence. The formidable aura shattered the void around him, and the power of his sacred essence began to flow into the Nine Calamities Immortal Source Sword, gradually awakening the divine might of the imperial blade.

The razor-sharp sword intent hidden within the blade grew steadily stronger.

The three Shamo quasi-emperors' expressions shifted. Without a word, one of them grabbed Huangfu Yunteng, tore open the void with a single hand, and fled with the group of holy-realm experts.

After they left, Mo Tianxiao's expression remained unchanged. He calmly withdrew his sacred essence and placed the sword back into his space ring.

Turning to face the demon-state cultivators still maintaining the formation, Mo Tianxiao spoke with a calm, resounding voice: "Everyone, there's no need to worry. Although our demon sect cannot annihilate the alien race, if they wish to invade our demon state, they'll have to think twice."

"Sect Master Mo is mighty!"

"Sect Master Mo is invincible!"

"We are willing to stand with the demon sect through thick and thin!"

"These alien scum—even quasi-emperors are nothing. Sect Master Mo merely spoke a few words, and they fled in panic!"

A torrent of praise erupted, and countless adoring gazes locked onto Mo Tianxiao.

[Publicly humiliating the Child of Destiny Huangfu Yunteng—villainous behavior confirmed. Villain points +12,888.]

[Bluffing through pure audacity, using a non-existent asset to repel three alien quasi-emperors—a scheme of open cunning. Villainous behavior confirmed. Villain points +168,888.]

[Projecting an image of towering strength, earning the worship and respect of billions of demon-state cultivators, becoming the spiritual pillar of the demon state! Achievement unlocked: Demon State's Head Villain! Acquired countless fanatical followers. Villain points +11,888,888.]

"How much?!"

A series of alerts rang through his mind, sending a jolt through Mo Tianxiao's entire being.

Singles, tens, hundreds, thousands, ten thousands, hundred thousands, millions, ten millions!

Becoming the Head Villain of the demon state directly rewarded him with over eleven million villain points!?

This sudden windfall instantly dispelled the lingering dread of the bluff he had just pulled.

Talk about cutting down three emperors with one sword—that was pure nonsense. His master had left him no trump card at all. Everything had been a bluff to scare those aliens off.

On the surface he had appeared calm, but the moment he stepped out of that formation, his heart had been lodged in his throat.

Fortunately, he had managed to fool them, buying the demon sect some precious time.

What he hadn't expected was that this single act would shake the entire demon state's cultivators to their core. Maybe it was because no one had ever cared about the lives of demonic cultivators before—even among the demonic and heretical sects themselves.

Suddenly, a demonic leader had appeared, standing alone against three alien quasi-emperors to shield them all. In an instant, he had won their unwavering loyalty.

Being the head of over a billion demonic cultivators granted him eleven million villain points at once—that actually made sense.

Mo Tianxiao took a deep breath, his gaze firm as he looked at the crowd. "The aliens' desire to destroy the cultivators of the Xuanhuang Realm will never die. We must not let our guard down. The maintenance of the formation still depends on all of us working together."

"Rest assured, Sect Master Mo! We will never let those aliens find even the slightest gap!"

Only after receiving their pledges did Mo Tianxiao return to the demon sect.

His earlier move had intimidated the Shamo tribe, but he had explicitly stated he only had one sword strike. As long as the Shamo tribe wasn't foolish, they would surely try to find a way to exhaust that false sword strike.

And to exhaust a false sword strike, holy-realm cultivators wouldn't cut it—the Shamo tribe would have to send quasi-emperor experts.

"Given the power my master displayed, they should know that no matter how many quasi-emperors they send, it would still be just one strike. So their best move would be..."

Mo Tianxiao sat on the empty throne in the main hall, pondering the Shamo tribe's next move.

If they wanted to attack the demon state, the demon sect was a hurdle they could never bypass.

Thus, the best plan would be to consume the demon sect's trump card at the smallest possible cost.

In other words, the Shamo tribe would send one quasi-emperor to take the fall.

"I wonder who they'll send to die. Hopefully they take their sweet time deliberating—I'd rather they not decide too quickly."

Placing a hand on the armrest, a cold light flickered deep within Mo Tianxiao's eyes.

Apart from the demon state, the Shamo tribe had also sent three quasi-emperors to the Western Regions and the Central Divine Land to scout the situation.

The Central Divine Land had the most top-tier powers—not only righteous leaders like the Supreme Dao Sect and the Hao-Ran Righteous Qi Sect, but also deep-pocketed factions like the Celestial Mechanism Pavilion, as well as the Great Zhou Dynasty, which rivaled top-tier powers, and countless reclusive old monsters.

The three Shamo quasi-emperors likewise refrained from launching a reckless assault on the Central Divine Land.

As for the Western Regions, there seemed to be a fair amount of conflict, but on a small scale. The Shamo tribe appeared to be merely testing the waters.

Elsewhere, the young master Moke of the Shamo tribe, along with another quasi-emperor and over a dozen holy-realm cultivators, had gone to explore the Chaos Star Sea and the Myriad-Mountain Range. The result was shocking: only Moke—the Shamo tribe's young master—managed to survive.

In other words, the Shamo tribe had lost yet another quasi-emperor, leaving them with only ten.

In the Eastern Domain, the Shamo scouts who had been sent out all returned, compiling a complete report on each region's situation.

"Young master, for the demon sect, we'll likely have to deplete their trump card before we can launch an attack. As for the Central Divine Land, their foundations are deep, but if we strike together, they won't stand a chance."

"The Western Regions are likewise nothing to fear. Aside from a faction called the Great Thunderclap Monastery, any other faction could be flattened by one or two quasi-emperors. At most, five quasi-emperors would be enough to take the entire Western Regions."

“Young Lord, why haven’t I seen Moxing around? What’s the situation with the Chaotic Star Sea and the Ten Thousand Great Mountains? Where do we strike first?”

At this, someone asked about the demon race’s situation.

Moke’s expression shifted several times before he spoke. “Leave the demon race for last. This time, we might not even finish them off—we’ll have to wait for another chance.”

He truly hadn’t expected the demon race to possess an ancient species like the Heaven-Piercing Divine Tree. The ones who had invaded the Xuanhuang Realm before had probably never discovered it—or, if they had, not one of them had made it out alive...