Inside the main hall.
All the elders of the Demon Slayer Sect were present, their faces solemn, but their gazes were as firm as mountains.
The people naturally wouldn't agree to the demands of the Boundless Holy Land, so the only option was war!
Chu Mo glanced around, then smiled calmly:
"Elder Zeng, please immediately waive my status as the Holy Son."
"As for the Supreme Elder of the Boundless Holy Land, I want to have a chat with him. I want to see just how strong a Tribulation Transcending cultivator is!"
Upon hearing this, the elders were immediately shocked, their eyes filled with disbelief.
Based on their understanding of Chu Mo, they naturally knew that he was not an impulsive or boastful person.
Since he said that, it means he is confident that he can deal with a cultivator who has undergone tribulation.
Even if we discount that further, it would still be terrifying enough.
Everyone secretly wondered what was going on.
What is the true level of your combat strength, young master?
After regaining his senses, Zeng Mushen hurriedly shook his head to stop him:
"Young master, there's no need to worry. It's just Weiqu; I can handle it!"
As he said this, a tremendous fighting spirit surged from the old man.
So what if he just went through one more tribulation than I did? The outcome is still uncertain.
"Master Zeng, trust me!"
Chu Mo's tone was firm and domineering, his eyes filled with strong confidence.
The biggest difference between those who undergo tribulation and those who become Mahayana cultivators is that the former have undergone a baptism of lightning, making their primordial spirit purer.
At the same time, the bones, blood, and body are like a phoenix rising from the ashes, breaking down and rebuilding, constantly reshaping and regenerating.
Once one sheds their mortal body and attains a pure and immaculate divine form, that is when they ascend to immortality.
In the end, a cultivator's body can be described as the purest form of energy.
From this perspective...
He believed that he was now no worse than a cultivator who had survived two or three tribulations.
Even worse.
Because within him lies the purest origin of the Great Dao in the world!
When he absorbed it, the source transformed him in every way.
Whether it's the dantian, the spiritual sea, the nascent soul, or bone and blood cells...
Even the underlings have become more... cough cough...
In short, Chu Mo is very strong right now! Strong in every aspect!!
He could easily "beat" women. Even a stunningly beautiful genius like Nangong Xiu was always left breathless and exhausted after being "beaten" by him.
As for cultivators undergoing tribulation, he believed he could also slaughter them in a bloodbath.
However, he uses a gun to "beat" women, but he has to rely on a sword to kill cultivators undergoing tribulation.
Godfall Sword!
This is the sword of the White Emperor, one of the Five Divine Emperors. It is a peerless divine weapon that even gods who are killed cannot be resurrected!
Just how strong is he? Chu Mo himself really wanted to have a chance to see for himself.
Two days later,
early morning.
The city of Fury was bustling with noise.
Many people were prepared for this day and spontaneously headed towards the Demon Slayer Sect.
Although their cultivation levels varied, there were even some Foundation Establishment cultivators among them.
Without exception, they all exuded a fierce fighting spirit and an overwhelming killing intent.
The Wuji Holy Land can be considered a hegemon in the entire Southern Region.
But in the City of Fury, there can only ever be one overlord, and that is the Demon Slayer Sect!
This city can be said to have been born because of the Demon Slayer Sect, and it is also because of the sect that it has survived to this day.
Since the city was recorded, it has been attacked eighteen times by demon cultivators in the Tribulation Transcending stage of the Ancient Demon Wilderness, and countless times by demon cultivators in the Mahayana stage.
If it weren't for the Demon Slayer Sect leading everyone in resistance every time, Angry Sea City would have been destroyed long ago.
If that were the case, 99 percent of the people here today wouldn't exist.
When these people arrived at the Demon Slayer Sect's spacious training ground.
They discovered that the place was already packed with people, some of whom were scions of prominent families from the city who had arrived even earlier.
Some were cultivators who had come from all over to watch the spectacle, most of whom were excited and enthusiastic young people.
They were talking about nothing but Chu Mo's name and deeds.
Of course, guests of higher status were invited into the main reception hall of the Demon Slayer Sect.
However, many people still stayed outside for various reasons.
At this critical juncture, they really didn't want to get involved with the Demon Slayer Sect.
The Demon Slayer Sect had anticipated these events and therefore paid them no attention.
Inside the reception hall, the God of Shepherd and a group of elders were personally keeping him company.
Chu Mo and Nangong Xiu sat quietly to the side.
Zeng Mushen put down his teacup, stood up, glanced at everyone, and clasped his hands in a fist salute, saying:
"I am deeply grateful that you are all here today, but the Holy Land of Wuji may not be willing to reason with us."
"Therefore, to avoid causing you all unnecessary trouble, once that man surnamed Wei arrives, you can simply stand by and watch."
"As for handing over our sect's holy son, that's a pipe dream!"
"Haha, Senior Zeng, you underestimate us too much. There are no cowards in Angry Sea City!"
A burly old man with terrifying muscles stood up, laughing heartily. After glancing at the people around him, he continued:
"Although I, Zhou Bufan, am of low strength, as the city lord of Nuhai City, I naturally cannot allow outsiders to run wild here."
"Those present are all prominent figures in the city; don't embarrass yourselves!"
"Lord Zhou, if war really breaks out, I, Qian Sihai, will definitely not fall behind."
An elderly man with white hair, dressed in a red robe, shouted defiantly.
"Indeed, my Wu family has been blessed by the Demon Slayer Sect for generations, and we have been worried that we have no opportunity to repay them."
"Now that we finally have a chance to shine, we can't take it away from Senior Zeng."
Another old man laughed a few times as if it were a joke, then respectfully bowed to the god of shepherds.
Chu Mo recognized this person; it was Wu Yun, the head of the Wu family, whom he had met once before.
He, along with the red-faced old man Qian Sihai and the city lord Zhou Bufan, were all cultivators at the Dao Integration stage.
Seeing this, Chu Mo couldn't help but look surprised, and at the same time, he felt a little emotional.
It seems that no matter where you are, there are still people who are not afraid of death.
He knew, of course, that these people weren't doing this out of respect for him, the Holy Son.
It was because of the god Zengmu!
Then, unable to resist looking at the withered old man beside him with admiration, he glanced at him a few more times.
Not everyone can inspire someone to follow them to the death.
"Elder Zeng, you don't need to persuade us anymore. We will stand with you through thick and thin today."
"Indeed, although the Wuji Holy Land is incredibly powerful, they probably wouldn't dare to act recklessly."
"Hmph, their elder's relative, who could kill our Holy Son, and then got killed in return, jumps out to uphold justice? What a damn hypocrite!"
The other cultivators couldn't help but shout excitedly as well.
Just then, a cold and domineering voice suddenly came from outside the door.
"Who is talking about my Boundless Holy Land? Can they tell me in person to my face?"
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