The Five-Element Annihilation Spear trembled violently in Mo Tianxiao’s hand. Even with his strength, he found it somewhat difficult to keep hold of the weapon.
“It actually developed a mind of its own. Looks like Mo Xingtian treated you rather well.”
For a magical treasure to give birth to an artifact spirit, it either had to be of an extremely high grade or be nurtured by its wielder for a long period of time through special methods.
The Five-Element Annihilation Spear had probably developed this faint intelligence because of Mo Xingtian’s Five-Element Treasure Physique.
“Buzz...”
Just as Mo Tianxiao was about to forcibly suppress the spear and deal with it later when he had the time, the ring of a sword suddenly rang out. The Nine Tribulation Immortal Origin Sword, which had been nurtured within Mo Tianxiao’s dantian, shot out with a flash.
Its crimson-red blade radiated terrifying laws of the sword. With a single slash, it struck the spear.
Clang!
A crisp collision rang out. A crack appeared on the shaft of the spear. In the next instant, the spear, which had been struggling wildly moments before, fell completely still, as docile as a beaten dog.
Pfft!
Mo Xingtian seemed to have suffered a severe blow. A mouthful of blood sprayed from his lips, and his face instantly turned deathly pale.
“How is this possible?! You actually erased the intelligence that the Five-Element Annihilation Spear had painstakingly developed! You deserve to die!”
Mo Xingtian was furious beyond measure, his eyes filled with deep disbelief.
How could this be possible? How could a mere junior at the Dao Master Realm erase the intelligence of an Earth-grade Dharma treasure? Even an ordinary cultivator at the Ruler Realm might not be able to accomplish such a feat!
After dealing with the Five-Element Annihilation Spear, the Nine Tribulation Immortal Origin Sword circled Mo Tianxiao once before swiftly returning to his dantian.
Mo Tianxiao looked slightly stunned. He murmured, “It really is a treasure given by my master. Much more powerful.”
Although it currently had four seals and was only at the level of a top-grade supreme treasure, the Nine Tribulation Immortal Origin Sword was still capable of suppressing an Earth-grade Dharma treasure. It truly lived up to its status as his natal treasure, nurtured within his dantian.
At present, only two magical treasures were qualified to remain within his dantian. One was the treasured sword given to him by his master, which was bound by layer upon layer of seals. The other was the Human Sovereign Banner, whose grade was unknown and which remained incomplete.
After storing the Five-Element Annihilation Spear away, Mo Tianxiao turned to Mo Xingtian and spoke in a teasing tone.
“Do you have any other tricks? If not, I’ll be sending you on your way.”
As he spoke, several flying swords shot toward Mo Xingtian before he could even respond.
“I’ll fight you to the death!”
His most precious magical treasure had been stolen, and Mo Xingtian had completely lost his reason. He fully activated his Five-Element Treasure Physique, ignoring the attacks of the flying swords as he charged straight toward Mo Tianxiao.
However, before he could even get close, the flying swords had already torn his body to shreds. His wounds were filled with the auras of the laws of the sword and slaughter, and blood poured out without end. His appearance was utterly miserable, like that of a beggar.
Seeing this, Mo Tianxiao cast a glance at the Shamo Clan outside the barrier. He had no intention of continuing to waste time with Mo Xingtian.
“We’ve had enough fun. Time to send you on your way.”
The eleven flying swords merged into a single giant sword, radiating an incomparably sharp aura. Its tip locked onto Mo Xingtian before it shot forward without hesitation.
Mo Xingtian’s body froze. In an instant, he sensed the aura of death.
In this battle to the death, he was going to lose!
Boom!
Following a tremendous explosion, the barrier shattered. Mo Xingtian’s figure vanished in the blink of an eye, while the giant sword formed from Mo Tianxiao’s eleven flying swords was crushed into fragments by a single hand.
The shockwave alone sent Mo Tianxiao flying backward.
“Mo Taiyuan!”
Before Mo Tianxiao could react to what had happened, he saw Lin Ruo’s figure appear in front of him. She wore a pure white garment resembling a dress, while a delicate half-crown floated above her head. Her right hand gripped a law scepter, and her sharp gaze was fixed on Mo Taiyuan.
Terrifying energy condensed from a hundred different laws instantly surged toward Mo Taiyuan.
Mo Taiyuan’s expression darkened. Holding Mo Xingtian with one hand, he struck out with the other, attempting to neutralize Lin Ruo’s attack.
However, he had underestimated the power of the law scepter. The moment his palm came into contact with the attack, his expression changed dramatically. He retreated rapidly, while the two Shamo Clan elders beside him attacked at the same time. Caught off guard, the three of them barely managed to block the attack.
Although they stopped it, the ceiling of the entire white hall had vanished. Looking up, they could see the vast starry sky and its brilliant stars.
Mo Taiyuan’s expression was gloomy.
“Patriarch Linruo, do you truly intend to sour relations with our Shamo Clan over this human?”
“What shameless behavior!” Lan Qin flashed into view beside Mo Tianxiao and helped him to his feet. “You agreed to a battle to the death, yet this is how the Shamo Clan conducts itself? With such conduct, I truly wonder what despicable methods you used to get the ancestor of the Yuling Clan to agree to an alliance with you.”
“Are you all right, Master?”
Liya and Xuan Bingji hurriedly came to Mo Tianxiao’s side as well.
“Brother Mo!”
“Fellow Daoist Mo, are you injured?”
Mo Tianxiao felt his blood and qi roiling. He had likely suffered some internal injuries, but he gently waved his hand.
“I’m fine. Elder Lin Ruo intervened in time, so I’m not seriously injured.”
He had already guessed that the Shamo Clan would never stand by and watch him kill Mo Xingtian. He simply had not expected Mo Taiyuan to try to kill him outright. If Lin Ruo had not intervened in time, he would probably have been dead by now.
At the thought of this, Mo Tianxiao cast a cold glance at Mo Taiyuan.
“I never expected the dignified Clan Chief of the Shamo Clan, a powerhouse at the peak of the Upper Ruler Realm, not only to violate the rules, but also to try to kill a junior at the Dao Master Realm. Today has truly been an eye-opener.”
Since the other party had already tried to kill him, Mo Tianxiao had no habit of swallowing his anger.
“Clan Chief Mo, don’t you think you owe me an explanation?”
Lin Ruo also looked toward Mo Taiyuan, her gaze exceptionally cold.
Even if Mo Xingtian had won in the end, she would still have chosen to save Mo Tianxiao. But under the current circumstances, her Yuling Clan clearly had the stronger claim.
“Fine, fine, fine. An explanation?”
Mo Taiyuan laughed in fury. Having cultivated to his level, he had always been the one demanding explanations from others. When had he ever needed to explain himself to anyone else?
He forcibly suppressed the anger in his heart.
Mo Taiyuan glanced at the dozen or so Ruler Realm elders of the Yuling Clan, whose expressions were wary. He then looked at the two superior Earth-grade Dharma treasures Lin Ruo wore and held. His tone softened slightly.
“It was this one’s impulsiveness. I was merely overly concerned for my son and accidentally injured Little Friend Mo.”
Mo Taiyuan looked at Mo Tianxiao with a fake smile.
“How about this? I sincerely invite Little Friend Mo to visit the Shamo Clan as our guest. I’ll have Xingtian make sure you are properly entertained.”
“Hahaha...”
Mo Tianxiao could not help laughing.
“I never imagined that Clan Chief Mo’s skin would be even thicker than mine. Very well, then. My twelve flying swords were destroyed, so compensate me for them. Once the compensation is satisfactory, I might even consider visiting the Shamo Clan and enjoying the treatment of an honored guest.”
“Exactly. Clan Chief Mo, you destroyed my master’s flying swords and then shamelessly invited him to be your guest? Compensate my master for his losses first, then we’ll talk.”
Lan Qin crossed her arms, showing Mo Taiyuan no courtesy whatsoever.
“Hahahaha, Elder Lan and Little Friend Mo must be joking. Of course I’ll compensate you. Naturally.”
Mo Taiyuan looked at Lin Ruo and said with a smile, “Elder Lin Ruo, we were indeed too abrupt today. The marriage alliance between the Yuling Clan and the Shamo Clan is hereby dissolved. After some time has passed, I will personally bring a gift of apology and apologize to everyone.”
“It’s getting late, so we won’t stay and disturb the Yuling Clan any longer.”
With that, Mo Taiyuan immediately led several elders of the Shamo Clan away, giving the Yuling Clan no chance to react.
“What? They’re actually going back on their word?” Mo Tianxiao truly hadn’t expected the chief of the Shamo Clan to be such a shameless rogue.

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