“Last words?”
Mo Tianxiao walked up in front of Gu Changsheng and Lin Wanyi, standing with his hands behind his back. Facing the enemy’s six Quasi-Emperors alone, he calmly said, “That’s a fair request. I’ll give you the chance to leave your last words. Say whatever you want now. If I get the chance, I’ll pass them on to the Shamo Clan.”
“As for you...”
Mo Tianxiao turned his gaze toward Huangfu Yunteng, who had become a lackey and was now swaggering with self-importance. His eyes held a trace of disdain. “You don’t need to leave any last words. For the sake of us both being cultivators of the Xuanhuang Realm, I’ll give you a choice. Take your own life and atone for your crimes.”
“Hahahahahaha...!”
Huangfu Yunteng seemed to have heard the greatest joke in the world. His face twisted as he laughed so hard he doubled over. “Mo Tianxiao, are you trying to make me laugh to death?”
“Give these lords a chance to leave their last words? And have me take my own life to atone for my crimes? You?!”
Moke and the other alien races likewise sneered when they heard Mo Tianxiao’s words.
“So the Sect Master of the Demon Sect is only capable of spouting nonsense and making exaggerated claims? It’s hard to imagine that your master could be such an extraordinary being.”
Moke recalled Yue Liuli’s figure, still unable to believe that the direct disciple of such an existence could be this arrogant fool.
He was merely at the peak of the Saint King Realm, and had not even touched the threshold of the Laws, yet he dared to act so arrogantly.
Moke had dealt with countless races throughout the universe and had never seen a Saint King Realm cultivator defeat an Enlightened cultivator.
Even peerless geniuses could, at most, fight an ordinary Enlightened cultivator to a draw at the peak of the Saint King Realm. Anyone capable of that was already a genius among geniuses.
At that moment, Moke seemed to have forgotten that before coming to the Xuanhuang Realm, he had never encountered an existence like Yue Liuli—someone who could kill over a hundred cultivators of the same realm with a single sword while possessing only Enlightened cultivation.
“Tianxiao, are you confident?” Gu Changsheng asked.
Seeing that Mo Tianxiao’s expression remained unchanged, Gu Changsheng’s heart jolted, and a trace of anticipation rose within him.
Others might not believe in Mo Tianxiao, but he certainly did.
Who was Mo Tianxiao? The Sect Master of the Demon Sect? No! He was more than just the Sect Master of the Demon Sect. He was also the personal disciple of the former Sect Master, Yue Liuli!
That identity alone was enough for Gu Changsheng to trust in Mo Tianxiao’s abilities.
Moreover, Mo Tianxiao’s cultivation had advanced by leaps and bounds over the years, making Gu Changsheng even more certain that this young man was no ordinary person. He might even be a peerless monster comparable to Sect Leader Yue!
Mo Tianxiao took a step forward and slowly raised both hands. In a calm voice, he said, “Great Elder, Aunt Lin, get some rest. Leave the battle that follows to this junior.”
Upon hearing this, Gu Changsheng and Lin Wanyi exchanged a glance before decisively retreating.
“Be careful. Don’t try to force yourself,” Lin Wanyi reminded him before withdrawing into the Demon Sect.
The many cultivators widened their eyes at the sight.
“Is Sect Master Mo really going to face the enemy’s six Quasi-Emperors alone?!”
“It’s over, it’s over! This time, it’s really over! If I remember correctly, Sect Master Mo was only at the Saint Realm earlier. Even if he has broken through to the Saint King Realm and possesses combat power far beyond that of ordinary cultivators of the same realm, at most he should only be able to contend with one Quasi-Emperor!”
“One man against six Emperors—has Sect Master Mo given up on himself...?”
“I believe in Big Brother! Come on, Big Brother! At worst, we die. Do you think I’m afraid of death?!”
Ao Dalong unconditionally supported Mo Tianxiao.
No matter how bad things became, the worst outcome was death. The only thing he regretted was that he would probably never have the chance to become a true dragon in this lifetime.
“Brother Tianxiao! I’ll always believe in you! Beat them to a pulp!”
“Go, Senior Brother! We’ll advance and retreat together with Senior Brother!”
Mo Tianxiao had built an excellent reputation within the Demon Sect. He had always worked for the benefit of the sect’s disciples, and that was enough to earn their trust.
“Have they started grasping at straws in their desperation? What a pitiful and feeble bunch.”
The amusement in Huangfu Yunteng’s expression deepened. He stared at Mo Tianxiao and mocked, “Do you think this is some children’s game? Do you really believe that shouting a few words about the power of bonds can change your fate?”
A fierce wind rose, whipping Mo Tianxiao’s hair into disarray.
He raised both hands and pressed them together before his chest. His gaze swept across the surrounding ten thousand li, where corpses lay strewn everywhere. He did not know how many cultivators had died because of this invasion.
Thinking of Elder Liao, Elder An, Senior Sun, Senior Yue, and the many other Quasi-Emperor seniors who had fallen in battle, a complicated feeling rose in Mo Tianxiao’s heart. Yet his expression remained utterly calm, and his eyes lowered as though his soul had left his body.
“This farce should come to an end. May all of you seniors rest in peace on your journey.”
With that, Mo Tianxiao no longer hesitated.
His clasped hands moved slightly. His left hand remained upright, palm extended, while his right hand slowly clenched into a fist and pressed against the center of his left palm. In an instant, the aura surrounding his body vanished without a trace.
His jet-black hair whipped wildly in the gale. Mo Tianxiao’s presence became completely restrained, and he resembled an old monk meditating in deep stillness.
The atmosphere around him subtly changed, causing Moke’s brows to furrow deeply. He narrowed his eyes and fixed his gaze on Mo Tianxiao.
“Putting on an act and playing tricks? I’d like to see what you can do to us.”
Huangfu Yunteng let out a cold laugh. His contempt for Mo Tianxiao was undisguised. “I hope your final struggle can entertain the lords. Don’t end up like those others, forced to self-detonate in the end.”
Facing Huangfu Yunteng’s mockery and the disdainful gazes of the six Quasi-Emperors, Mo Tianxiao moved.
His clenched right fist slowly rose. As it ascended, an indescribable majesty radiated from his body. His figure seemed to expand infinitely along with the rising fist, towering between heaven and earth!
In the eyes of the many cultivators, Mo Tianxiao’s body seemed to become that of a colossal giant holding up the heavens, leaving an indelible impression in their minds.
In reality, however, his body had not changed at all. The only thing that had changed was the resolute and incomparably domineering aura emanating from him.
Moke and the others sensed the change in Mo Tianxiao’s aura, and a trace of astonishment appeared in their eyes.
“This boy truly isn’t ordinary. He’s only at the peak of the Saint King Realm, yet he’s actually making me feel threatened...” Moke muttered.
“We can’t let him continue. Kill him!”
Realizing that Mo Tianxiao was not merely bluffing, Moke decisively issued the order to kill him on the spot.
One of the alien Quasi-Emperors obeyed. His body flashed as he charged toward Mo Tianxiao.
At that exact moment, Mo Tianxiao’s right fist had already risen above his head, fist pointing upward, while his left hand transformed into a palm and stood before his chest. His long hair fluttered in the wind, his gaze lowered, and he shouted softly:
“Sword Dao Immortal-grade Killing Technique—Five! Finger! Fist! Heart! Sword!”
As his voice echoed throughout the entire space, the thumb of his clenched right hand extended.
A sword beam compressed to the utmost limit exploded from his thumb. Before that sword beam, even heaven and earth seemed to lose their radiance.
Clang!
The crisp cry of a sword rang through the nine heavens, striking directly at the soul. The sword beam, impossible to perceive as it crossed space and time, instantly pierced through the brow of the charging alien Quasi-Emperor.
In that instant, the alien Quasi-Emperor’s body froze in place. His pupils dulled, and a tiny hole appeared between his brows.
The next moment, an incomparably violent and domineering sword qi erupted from within, shredding everything in its path. Beginning at the point between his brows, the alien Quasi-Emperor’s body disintegrated into ash.
His body and soul were annihilated!
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