“Ten-million Soul Banner—rise!”
After years of relentless refinement, absorbing the remnants of demonic resentment without pause, the Million Soul Banner had finally advanced to the level of a Ten-million Soul Banner.
His combat strength had leaped to an entirely new level.
“With an army of ten million Yin souls, every one of them a seasoned elite, I should now be able to fight even a late-stage Dao-Proving cultivator with the power of the Human Sovereign Banner!”
Mo Tianxiao gazed at the Human Sovereign Banner in his hand with satisfaction. A refreshing look showed between his brows. Paired with the banner’s constant billowing smoke, it gave him an unmistakably sinister air.
“It’s time to head to the next demonic essence star ore vein.”
Over the past several years, with the help of the remnants of demonic resentment, Mo Tianxiao had already mined an entire small ore vein. There had not been much Demonic Essence Star Ore, but there should be enough to refine a single Earth-grade Supreme Treasure. On top of that, he had obtained two pieces of Demonic Essence Star Marrow—an unexpected bonus.
At this moment, Mo Tianxiao was brimming with motivation. He would gather as much Demonic Essence Star Ore as possible during the time he had left. The material would be immensely useful once he became a Venerable-grade artificer.
“Nearly one-fifth of the time has already passed, yet I’ve only found one small mine. At this rate, it won’t do. I’ll have to take more drastic measures.”
Just as Mo Tianxiao was preparing to continue his search for ore, a line of towering figures emerged from the black fog not far ahead.
There were seven or eight burly men, each four or five meters tall, their entire bodies wrapped in glittering golden scale armor. At a glance, it was obvious that they were not to be trifled with.
Several of them also noticed Mo Tianxiao’s presence and paused slightly.
“A human? You? What a coincidence.”
Man Kui stared at Mo Tianxiao with eyes as large as copper bells, a mocking smile spreading across his face.
“What happened to the Feather Spirit Clan? Where’s my brother Xingtian? Did they abandon you?”
Seeing Mo Tianxiao traveling alone, Man Kui wore a strange, derisive grin.
“If you had joined the Barbaric Dragon Clan and become our clan’s slave, you might at least have had a chance to live. Who knows? We might even have helped you advance your cultivation.
“But now look at you. They’ve abandoned you.”
Man Kui and the other Barbaric Dragon cultivators looked at Mo Tianxiao with contempt, as though they were laughing at the weakness of the human race.
“Hey, with your cultivation, whether you run into the remnants of demonic resentment or cultivators from another race in a place like this, you’ll have no hope of escaping death. You should understand the position of the human race here.
“You’re lucky you ran into the Barbaric Dragon Clan first.”
Man Kui seemed to have no intention of attacking. Instead, he offered tempting terms and gave Mo Tianxiao a chance.
“You have two choices. First, kneel before me and submit to the Barbaric Dragon Clan. Since you seem to have some talent, I’ll let you become a slave of the Barbaric Dragon Clan. At the very least, I can guarantee your safety until we leave this place.
“As for the second choice… you’re someone my brother Xingtian specifically ordered us to kill. If we get rid of you, I imagine Brother Xingtian will reward us handsomely.”
Man Kui rubbed his chin and looked down at him contemptuously.
“Human, make your choice.”
“Moron.”
Mo Tianxiao cursed and immediately retreated into the black fog behind him.
The situation was troublesome. It was better to avoid the enemy’s edge for now.
Eight cultivators from the Barbaric Dragon Clan had come. Man Kui’s cultivation was at the mid-stage of the Dao-Proving Realm. If he were alone, Mo Tianxiao naturally would not have retreated so readily.
However, among the other seven Barbaric Dragon cultivators, one was at the perfected Dao-Proving Realm, while the remaining six were all late-stage Dao-Proving cultivators.
With the Human Sovereign Banner, Mo Tianxiao could fight a late-stage Dao-Proving cultivator, but that depended on the circumstances. His enemies were not only powerful, but numerous as well. It was wiser to withdraw first.
“Running away? Looks like you’ve chosen the second option.”
The instant Man Kui saw Mo Tianxiao retreat, his body reacted. He vanished from the spot in an instant.
“Go to hell!”
A palm nearly a meter wide slammed into Mo Tianxiao’s body before he could react. The speed was so great that there was no time to evade.
“Hmph.”
Mo Tianxiao let out a muffled grunt. Dark golden patterns spread across his body like veins, shielding his heart and vital organs.
Whether in speed, strength, or the power of laws, a mid-stage Dao-Proving cultivator far surpassed him in his current state.
After taking the blow head-on, Mo Tianxiao’s body shot backward like a meteor, disappearing into the black fog in the blink of an eye, beyond the reach of divine sense.
Man Kui’s brows furrowed.
“He wasn’t blasted into a cloud of blood?”
He led the Barbaric Dragon cultivators into the black fog to search for Mo Tianxiao’s corpse, but after searching for a long while, they found nothing.
“He escaped? How is that possible?”
Disbelief filled Man Kui’s eyes.
A human at the early stage of the Palm Dao Realm had taken one of his strikes head-on. Not only had his body failed to explode, he had even managed to escape?
“Young Master, should we pursue him?” one of the Barbaric Dragon cultivators asked from behind.
Man Kui waved his hand.
“No need. That brat took one of my blows. He’ll die sooner or later. There’s no need to waste time on a human. Let’s seize the Demonic Essence Star Ore first.”
With that, Man Kui led the Barbaric Dragon cultivators away instead of continuing after Mo Tianxiao.
Although the fact that Mo Tianxiao had survived the blow had surprised him, he was ultimately nothing more than an ant. He could not live for long.
Not long afterward, in another stretch of black fog, Mo Tianxiao sat aboard a flying vessel, his upper body bare.
His entire chest had caved inward slightly, bearing a massive palm print. Several black threads spread from the flesh around the imprint like a spiderweb, radiating a sinister, poisonous aura.
Feeling the intense pain coursing through his body and the sensation of his flesh being corroded, Mo Tianxiao slightly furrowed his brows.
“Did that fellow master two different laws?”
The sharp stabbing pain came from the power of the Law of Metal, while the sinister, chilling corrosive aura came from the power of the Law of Poison.
He truly had not expected that a burly man four or five meters tall would actually be skilled in poison. One really could not judge a person by appearances. The Barbaric Dragon Clan clearly had some vicious tricks up its sleeve.
“The Barbaric Dragon Clan is naturally attuned to the Law of Metal. Even without deliberate cultivation, once their cultivation reaches a certain level, they will naturally grasp the power of the Law of Metal. That is why they generally choose another law to focus on as their primary path.”
Elder Yun’s remnant soul appeared beside Mo Tianxiao and explained.
He was extremely familiar with the Barbaric Dragon Clan. Back then, after finally reaching the Palm Dao Realm, he had thought about venturing into the cosmic starry skies. Unfortunately, his luck had been abysmal. He was transported directly into the territory of the Barbaric Dragon Star Domain.
The outcome was obvious. When a human arrived in the territory of a race that enjoyed enslaving humans, Elder Yun naturally had no power to resist. He was surrounded by foreign-race cultivators and offered up to the Barbaric Dragon Clan.
But how could someone capable of ascending willingly become a slave to another race?
Elder Yun had tried every possible method. He acted like a pathetic fool among the Barbaric Dragon Clan and endured humiliation after humiliation. In the end, he found an opportunity to abandon his physical body and escape by means of a golden cicada shedding its shell.
Afterward, he drifted cautiously through the cosmos for tens of thousands of years. Just when he thought his soul would scatter and his life force would run dry, he was unexpectedly swept into a spatial rift. Through a twist of fate, he returned to the Profound Yellow Realm.
“Don’t worry, Elder Yun. I’ll settle this debt with them sooner or later.”
Mo Tianxiao’s eyes darkened slightly. When had he ever suffered such humiliation? How dare a mere foreign race ride roughshod over the human race and act so arrogantly?
He raised his palm, and a sphere of silvery-white light appeared above it. He gently pressed it against his chest. In the next instant, the Poison Law, as tenacious as maggots burrowing into bone, seemed to have encountered its nemesis. In the blink of an eye, it dissolved into the most basic form of spiritual energy and dispersed.
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