"They've arrived," Wen Yizheng said calmly.

Old Huang picked up the wine pot, took a sip, and said lazily, "Perfect, saves us from making another trip."

Xiong An's aura was calm and steady, as solid as a mountain, and a hint of fighting spirit flashed in his eyes: "The matter of the Demon God is the matter of my Xiong Demon Clan. Mo Zezong is nothing to fear."

Behind the three, Xiao Chen, Ling Xue, Shi Tou, Rui Zhang, and other core disciples had already assembled, each with a refined aura and resolute eyes.

They weren't giving up; they had made thorough preparations and were waiting for a fierce and exhilarating battle.

Waiting to fully establish the reputation of the Four Directions Sect!

In the distance, Mo Zezong's army was already approaching, a black torrent like a dark cloud pressing down, roaring towards Sifang Sect.

...

"Buzz—!"

Terrifying auras descended upon the Four Directions Sect like gods, suddenly enveloping the entire sect like layers of dark clouds.

One of the auras was the most powerful, its overwhelming force like the might of heaven, making it hard to breathe.

This oppressive force not only locked onto the core area of ​​the Four Directions Sect, but also spread to the surrounding dozens of miles, forming an impenetrable blockade.

Clearly, Mo Zezong came this time with the determination to destroy the sect.

The entire Four Directions Sect must be slaughtered, regardless of whether they are elders or disciples; not a single one should be left to escape!

This aura, so powerful it seemed to emanate from Mo Cang!

Within the Four Directions Sect, the disciples felt the terrifying aura pressing down like mountains.

Their expressions instantly turned extremely solemn, and many of the lower-grade disciples couldn't help but tremble, feeling uneasy and anxious.

"They're here! Mo Zezong's men are here!"

"That's the pressure of someone at the peak of the cultivation realm! It's terrifying!"

"Can we...win?"

The whispers were filled with worry and fear, even among the core disciples who had made prior preparations.

Faced with this overwhelming sense of impending doom, one can't help but feel a chill in one's heart.

At that moment, a voice as majestic as the heavens resounded throughout every corner of the Four Directions Sect.

The message traveled directly to everyone's ears: "Wen Yizheng! It's been so many years, let me see what you've improved by."

As soon as he finished speaking, a black figure appeared in mid-air above the Four Directions Sect as if by teleportation; it was Mo Cang.

He stood with his hands behind his back, his aura as a peak-level cultivator erupting without reservation, stirring the power of heaven and earth.

Surrounded by a faint black aura, his cold gaze fixed on the depths of the Four Directions Sect, filled with disdain and killing intent.

Wen Yizheng's figure slowly rose into the air, facing Mo Cang from afar, his expression calm: "Try and you'll know."

"However, since it is war, I will not talk about fairness or unfairness."

Mo Cang frowned slightly, a strange unease rising in his heart.

fair?

At their level, there is no such thing as fairness in a life-or-death battle.

What exactly did Wen Yizheng mean by those words?

Before he could think it through, a deadly sense of crisis suddenly came from behind him!

Mo Cang's expression changed drastically. Almost instinctively, he drew upon the power of heaven and earth, causing his black spiritual energy to surge. He then slammed his palm backward!

This palm strike was as if the very essence of Heaven itself had intervened; as the palm wind howled, the spiritual energy of heaven and earth converged wildly.

It transformed into a gigantic black hand that blotted out the sky, slamming down with earth-shattering power towards its back.

This is the terrifying power of the Peak Realm; with a mere wave of the hand, one can manipulate the power of heaven and earth, possessing boundless might!

"boom!"

With a deafening roar that shook the universe, the giant black hand collided with a fist containing immense power!

The violent energy shockwave spread out like a tsunami, instantly tearing apart the clouds surrounding the Four Directions Sect, and causing the spiritual energy of heaven and earth to become extremely chaotic.

To the utter astonishment of everyone in Moze Sect, the seemingly unsolvable black giant hand was actually shattered by a single punch!

Immediately afterward, Mo Cang groaned, blood trickling from the corner of his mouth, his entire body trembling as if struck by a cannonball.

It flew straight backward and crashed heavily into the distant mountains, kicking up clouds of dust and rocks!

"metropolitan!"

The elders of Mozezong gasped in surprise, their faces filled with disbelief.

Mo Cang, a cultivator at the peak of his cultivation, was actually blasted away by a single punch?!

In mid-air above the Four Directions Sect, a man dressed in plain clothes slowly appeared; it was Xiong An.

He retracted his fist, his expression calm, as if the punch had been casual. He commented indifferently, "Good reaction, but unfortunately, your strength is a bit lacking."

Who is this person?!

Mo Zezong and his group were completely stunned, their hearts filled with shock and disbelief.

The fact that someone could send Mo Cang, a peak-level cultivator, flying with a single punch, even if there was an element of sneak attack involved, shows that this person must also be at the peak-level!

When did the Moze Star Region produce its third Peak Realm expert?!

Mo Cang forced himself to steady himself and flew out of the pile of rubble. His face was pale, his breathing was disordered, and his eyes were full of shock and fear.

He finally understood what Wen Yizheng meant by what he had just said.

The so-called "unfairness" actually refers to the fact that the Four Directions Sect has another peak-level expert in charge!

"Who are you?" Mo Cang asked in a deep voice, his tone trembling slightly.

"There is absolutely no third person in the Peak Realm in the Moze Star Region!"

Xiong An smiled lightly, a hint of cold killing intent in his smile: "Who I am is none of your concern. The dead need not remember my name."

Upon hearing this, Mo Cang's expression grew even more unpleasant, and the thought of retreating began to take root in his mind.

One Peak Realm cultivator was already difficult to defeat, and now the Four Directions Sect has two Peak Realm cultivators in charge.

With the addition of a prodigy like Xiao Chen, Mo Zezong is destined to lose today's battle!

He suddenly turned to look at Wen Yizheng and said through gritted teeth, "Sect Master Wen, what a generous gesture! You actually managed to get a Peak Realm expert to help you!"

"I, Mo Zezong, admit defeat today!"

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