Outside the palace.

Zhou Mu gazed at the sky, muttering to himself. After about fifteen minutes, he came to his senses and murmured, "The time has passed. Since that's the case, then you can't blame me."

His gaze slowly turned cold.

He didn't want to go on a killing spree or do anything that would anger both heaven and man, but if he couldn't even protect his closest relatives, what was the point of any so-called restraint?

With that thought, he slowly clenched his fist, turned his head, and whispered to the empty space beside him, "Fang Yun."

A slight ripple suddenly appeared in the void, and then a person slowly walked out from it.

It was Fang Yun, who was shrouded in darkness.

Even in broad daylight, the dazzling sunlight cannot get close to it.

Just like someone who has been hiding in the darkness for many years, they have become accustomed to the darkness.

Fang Yun hummed in agreement and nodded, saying, "Please give your orders, Master."

Just then, Mo Ziqiao strode out.

Before meeting Zhou Mu, he seemed somewhat surprised by the latter's youth.

Then, standing in front of the mountain-protecting formation, he looked at Zhou Mu with an arrogant expression and said, "Is it you who provoked my Northern Wilderness Demon Clan?"

At this moment, Zhou Mu's expression was somewhat unfriendly.

Things had started to develop beyond his patience.

Didn't that person tell you that I need to see someone within ten minutes?

He said in a somber tone.

Mo Ziqiao scoffed, his face still filled with disdain.

In his view, Zhou Mu was just a greenhorn, not a threat to him, at most a little trouble.

As for Zhou Mu's cultivation level, he saw through it at a glance. He was just a minor Dao Palace Realm cultivator, not even at the Immortal Realm. Therefore, his gaze towards Zhou Mu became even more contemptuous.

"Didn't your parents teach you to be polite? Well, you're a good-for-nothing who was born of a mother but not raised by one."

"Come out if you dare."

Zhou Mu smiled deeply.

That protective mountain formation was indeed quite troublesome; otherwise, he would have rushed in and given it a good beating long ago.

Mo Ziqiao took a step forward, but then, as if he had thought of something, he stepped back.

"I'm not coming out, what can you do about it?"

"Coward." Zhou Mu's patience was almost exhausted at this point.

He knew that every minute of delay would increase the danger to his Xiao Jiu. Among a pack of wolves and tigers, the weaker Xiao Jiu was like a lamb, at risk of being eaten at any moment, a risk he absolutely did not want to see.

After he uttered a curse, he took a few steps back.

Leave a sufficient safe distance.

At this moment, he looked at Mo Ziqiao and said, "I said before, if you don't see my men within ten minutes, don't blame me for going on a killing spree. Now, ten minutes have passed."

As he said this, his expression slowly darkened.

A faint light appeared in his palm.

The air pressure around him also surged from the Dao Palace Realm onwards.

After breaking through the chasm-like Immortal-Mortal Realm, there was no sign of stopping; the growth continued to surge, reaching the Profound Spirit Realm in a short moment, and then the Dharma Aspect Realm.

But even after reaching the Dharma Aspect Realm, that oppressive aura continued to surge.

At this point, Mo Ziqiao finally panicked.

He involuntarily took a step back, fear gradually spreading across his face. His heart tightened suddenly, and he felt a little short of breath.

The current situation has completely exceeded his expectations.

Even for someone as exceptional as Zhou Mu, reaching the Dharma Aspect Realm at the age of just coming of age was an extraordinary achievement. Not only in the Desolate Heaven Domain, but throughout the entire Nine Provinces Continent, he could be considered a genius and a hot commodity sought after by various forces.

but……

What did he see?

A young martial artist at the Dharma Aspect Realm.

He's so young; if word got out, it would definitely cause a sensation.

Can……

Zhou Mu's prestige was still soaring.

Tribulation Realm...

Divine Treasure Realm...

"hiss!"

Mo Ziqiao gasped, his eyes widening like saucers, his heart filled with unbearable horror.

What was happening before his eyes was completely beyond his decades of life experience; he seemed to feel nothing but shock.

It was only then that he realized that Mogan's panic was not fake; perhaps it was more accurate to say that he was now far more panicked than Mogan had been at that moment.

This kind of shock can only be felt when you actually face it; it's terrifying.

His previous words to Mo Gan were like a series of resounding slaps, leaving Mo Gan's face stinging.

Shoot shoo shoo

The sky and earth changed color, and a fierce wind arose.

In an instant, it felt like the end of the world.

"Saint Realm..."

The oppressive aura emanating from Zhou Mu stopped surging.

Mo Ziqiao was surprised to find that Zhou Mu had actually reached the Saint Realm that he had always dreamed of.

Moreover, he felt that she was even stronger than the clan leader, Mo Yuntian.

He was only half a step away from the Saint Realm because he understood the immense power of that force.

Even a mere half-step away is like a chasm; without the right timing, location, and people, one could spend a lifetime trying to cross this hurdle.

Among countless cultivators, on the long and arduous path of cultivation, only one in ten thousand martial artists can reach the realm of a saint.

He found it hard to believe that the goal he had pursued for half his life had been so easily surpassed by the person in front of him.

Before this, Zhou Mu was just a minor Dao Palace Realm cultivator.

How come he has now become an existence like the ruler of heaven and earth?

Mo Ziqiao swallowed hard, muttering listlessly, "Are you a human or a ghost?"

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