Boom! Boom! Boom!
As the battle dragged on, Mo Yuan's shock grew increasingly profound.
His eyes widened, fixed unblinkingly on the mysterious figure shrouded in shadows at the center of the battlefield.
Every time the opponent unleashed a technique, it felt like a hammer slamming into his heart.
Impossible! Absolutely impossible!
He roared inwardly, yet the scene before him left no room for disbelief.
This monster not only wielded the various demonic arts of the Tai Xuan Demon Sect with terrifying ease but had also mastered the Devouring Spirit Demon Art to perfection.
Each time it absorbed spiritual energy, the move was precise, ruthless, and devastating—nullifying their attacks while replenishing itself, causing the shadows around it to grow denser and darker.
And Mo Yuan couldn’t shake the feeling that the Devouring Spirit Demon Art this creature used was vastly different from the versions they had previously disseminated through their disciples.
Devouring Spirit—while the name suggested the ability to consume spiritual energy to enhance cultivation, in reality, its absorption was severely limited.
The conversion efficiency was also pitifully low.
In truth, the Devouring Spirit Demon Art was little more than a gimmick.
If one devoured too much without proper absorption, their body would explode from the strain.
But…
What the hell was this thing in front of him?
It was like a bottomless abyss, absorbing endlessly without any visible repercussions.
Mo Yuan had roamed the cultivation world for years, priding himself on his vast experience, yet today’s events had completely overturned his understanding.
What made it even harder to accept was that despite the combined efforts of their elders and the deployment of forbidden sect techniques, the monster still moved with effortless grace, as if toying with them.
Mo Yuan’s fingers had turned white from clenching his fists too hard, and the phantom image of the Demon-Suppressing Pagoda Seal behind him trembled faintly.
The strain of maintaining such a powerful technique was draining his spiritual energy rapidly, yet his opponent seemed to possess an inexhaustible supply.
Beside him, the elders wore expressions of exhaustion and terror. One whispered, "Sect Leader, this can’t go on… This… This is simply a monster!"
Mo Yuan gritted his teeth, refusing to respond, but a sense of helplessness surged within him.
Never in his wildest dreams had he imagined that the Tai Xuan Demon Sect—a force that had stood unshaken for millennia—would be thrown into chaos by some inexplicable entity, leaving him powerless to fight back.
As the sect leader, he had given his all, yet his efforts felt like an ant trying to shake a tree—utterly futile.
His once-unquestionable dignity, the pride that had placed him high above others, was now being crushed bit by bit as the bloody battle raged on.
Ancestor…
Ancestor, if you’re still in that coffin, please wake up and see this! The sect is about to be destroyed!!
Then—
"It’s time to end this."
Su Muwan’s voice, layered with multiple tones, echoed from above. Wreathed in swirling shadows, she slowly ascended, her form resembling a vengeful spirit emerging from the depths of the underworld.
She stretched out her hand, and a dense, almost tangible dark spiritual energy gathered in her palm.
Threads of energy slithered like serpents around her fingers, each pulse causing the surrounding air to tremble in agony.
Mo Yuan looked up at Su Muwan, despair filling his eyes.
His thoughts raced—the sect’s legacy, built over tens of thousands of years, the painstaking efforts of countless ancestors… Was it all going to be destroyed by his hands today?
He thought of Mo Li, his daughter, whom he hadn’t even seen marry or live a peaceful life. Would she lose her protection because of this catastrophe?
And what of this modern world they had yet to explore? Were they really going to fall here, their journey cut short?
Had the glory and heritage of the Tai Xuan Demon Sect, accumulated over countless generations…
Truly come to an end?
Meanwhile, Su Muwan, poised to strike, couldn’t help but wonder inwardly.
Seriously.
Why hasn’t Qin Luo shown up yet?
Does he really expect me to wipe out the entire Tai Xuan Demon Sect?
If their ancestor wakes up because of this, things are going to get messy.
Finally—
Just as Mo Yuan was on the verge of closing his eyes in resignation, a sharp whistling sound pierced the sky from afar.
Everyone instinctively turned to look.
Whoosh—!!
A fleet of flying vehicles streaked across the distant horizon.
At the same time, a group of martial artists clad in identical uniforms rushed forward, their Alliance insignias gleaming brilliantly.
Ouyang Xuan, hovering mid-air, took in the devastation of the Tai Xuan Demon Sect and winced.
So this is why Qin Luo called the Alliance for backup?
And who the hell is that monster?!
Well, no matter.
He took a deep breath and shouted, "Sect Leader Mo! We’ve come to aid you!"
These people…
The Alliance?!
A spark of hope ignited in Mo Yuan’s dimming eyes, his tense body relaxing slightly, like a drowning man clutching at his last lifeline.
Tears welled in his eyes as he cupped his hands and cried out, "The Alliance’s assistance today…!"
"I, Mo Yuan, will repay it a hundredfold in the future!!"
Hidden in the shadows, Qin Luo smirked.
Perfect timing.
Indeed, he was the one who had summoned Ouyang Xuan and the others.
This battle served three purposes.
First, to let the young mistress test her abilities.
Second, to manipulate Mo Li into getting close to the protagonist, Xiao Fei.
And third… to make the Tai Xuan Demon Sect place their absolute trust in the Alliance.
Now then…
It was his turn to make an appearance.
Su Muwan, seeing the Alliance’s arrival, immediately understood Qin Luo’s plan.
She wasn’t sure what he was plotting, but…
Guess I’ll have to improvise!
Just as the thought crossed her mind—
Gurgle…!!
A surge of dark energy churned violently, like ink boiling in a cauldron.
Qin Luo’s figure materialized beside Su Muwan, his form similarly wrapped in writhing shadows that obscured his silhouette completely.
He seemed to have crawled out from the deepest abyss of darkness, exuding an aura that sent chills down the spine.
"What?!"
Mo Yuan had thought the arrival of the Alliance would turn the tide, only to be met with yet another nightmarish figure.
He and the elders gaped in disbelief. "There’s a second one?!"
You’ve got to be kidding me!
One monster was hard enough to deal with!
Now you’re telling me there are two?!
Qin Luo’s gaze swept over the stunned Mo Yuan and his group before his layered voice resonated ominously.
"The era of martial artists is coming to an end."
"From now on… darkness will envelop the entire world."
The era of martial artists is ending?
Su Muwan tilted her head in confusion. But isn’t this the age of spiritual revival?
Darkness will envelop the world?!
Mo Yuan bellowed, "Who the hell are you people?!"
But Qin Luo offered no answer.
A swirling black vortex appeared, and in the blink of an eye, both Qin Luo and Su Muwan vanished into it.
They were gone.
In an instant, the overwhelming pressure dissipated, replaced by a wave of relief among Mo Yuan and his followers.
"They… left?"
Thud!
Mo Yuan collapsed to his knees, muttering in disbelief, "Just like that… they’re gone?"
Why? Did they fear the reinforcements would keep coming?
Whoosh—
Ouyang Xuan and his group finally landed, surveying the devastation with grim expressions.
He sighed inwardly.
For some reason, he always felt these matters were somehow connected to Qin Luo.
...
...
The sun gradually rose.
Qin Luo brought Su Muwan to a cliffside, where the two of them watched the sunrise together.
As they gazed at the view—
"Qin Luo."
Su Muwan spoke up.
"Hmm?"
Qin Luo turned to look at her. "What is it, young mistress? After this, we’re heading home for a shower."
"No, I mean..."
Su Muwan pressed her lips together, then covered her face in embarrassment. "Qin Luo, that line of yours—'Darkness will envelop the entire world'—was so cringey!! You made me look ridiculous!"
Qin Luo: "......?"
He took a deep breath, then gave her a patient look. "If we're talking about cringe, young mistress, you're hardly one to talk."
"Qin Luo! What’s that supposed to mean?!"
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ut it can buy an entire year of absolutely perfect training results! Su Yu stared at his empty wallet and decisively opened up various online loan platforms. “Borrow a thousand bucks! Recharge my vitality!” Boom! His vitality broke a hundred points, shattering the limits of the human body! “Borrow ten thousand bucks! Recharge my combat skills!” Boom! A basic punching technique so common it was everywhere instantly maxed out, revealing the ultimate assassination technique of Five Elements Unity—Inner Force! When a rich kid hired assassins for a midnight ambush, aiming to break both of his legs, they instead ran headfirst into a monster—a human-shaped tyrannosaur, brimming with dragon-like vitality. With just two fingers, Su Yu snapped a steel staff reinforced with alloy. Staring at the killer’s stash of stolen cash—a staggering quarter-million dollars—he showed a corporate-sincere smile: “Thanks for the pre-exam gift pack, Mr. Zhao! I’m gonna go re-invest this!” Three days later, at the National Martial Arts College Entrance Exam, while everyone else struggled just to reach the passing line, Su Yu threw a single punch—and more than a thousand vitality points literally detonated the entire arena!
