"Very well! Then let's fight!"
Mo Yan's voice was icy cold, and before he finished speaking, the pressure of the Void Realm around him suddenly surged.
Black spiritual energy condensed into a huge longsword, carrying the power to split mountains and shatter rocks, and slashed fiercely towards Dongfang Shuo!
"Good timing!"
Dongfang Shuo was not afraid at all. His azure spiritual power surged, and a long sword materialized in his hand. The sword was surrounded by a faint golden light, and he met Mo Yan's longsword head-on.
"clang--!"
The clang of metal against metal reverberated through the heavens and earth as two powerful cultivators at the Taixu Realm clashed with their full strength.
The resulting shockwave swept in all directions like a whirlwind, and the surrounding cultivators retreated in fear of being affected.
The two instantly engaged in battle, their black and cyan spiritual energies intertwining and colliding in the air, each exchange causing the heavens and earth to tremble.
At the same time, seeing Mo Yan make a move, Lu Heng also wanted to step forward to help.
However, they were stopped by an elder of the Four Directions Sect dressed in a gray Taoist robe: "Your opponent is me!" The two figures also unleashed the aura of the Void Realm and engaged in a fierce battle.
Just as the battle was at a stalemate, a dazzling black streak of light streaked across the sky in the distance, moving at an astonishing speed. In an instant, it reached the sky above Xianke Mountain and crashed to the ground.
As the smoke cleared, a figure emerged. This person wore a magnificent robe embroidered with black dragon patterns, had a sinister face, and a haughty smile played on his lips.
His eyes were filled with disdain and cruelty; it was none other than Mo Shuo, the young master of the Mo Ze Sect!
He exuded a powerful aura of the eighth level of Nirvana, several times stronger than Cheng Yining and Zheng Zecheng before him. Just by standing there, he gave people an extremely strong sense of oppression.
Mo Shuo had just received news that the guy who kidnapped his "plaything" Ling Xue had appeared at Xianke Mountain.
He couldn't wait to rush over, determined to tear the other party to pieces with his own hands and avenge his humiliation!
His gaze swept across the battlefield, quickly locking onto Xiao Chen. A hint of surprise flashed in his eyes: "Heh, you've got some guts, kid. You didn't run away, and you even dared to stay?"
Seeing this, Rui Zhang quickly walked to Xiao Chen's side and said in a deep voice, "Mo Shuo is extremely strong, having reached the eighth level of Nirvana. You are probably no match for him. Let me deal with him!"
Xiao Chen smiled faintly and shook his head: "Thank you for your concern, Fellow Daoist Rui Zhang. This is my own matter, and I should handle it personally."
He has fought across borders every step of the way, so what if he has reached the eighth level of Nirvana? He has never been afraid!
Seeing his resolute attitude, Rui Zhang stopped insisting, nodded, and turned to face another Mo Zezong Holy Son who rushed up. The two instantly engaged in battle.
Mo Shuo looked at Xiao Chen, his mockery deepening: "Overestimating yourself!"
"Even Rui Zhang is no match for me, how dare you, a mere early Nirvana Realm cultivator, be so insolent in front of me?"
He slowly walked towards Xiao Chen, his tone filled with a strong threat: "If you know what's good for you, just commit suicide and die. Maybe you can suffer less."
"If I catch you, I will make you suffer the cruelest tortures in the world, so that you can neither live nor die!"
Xiao Chen could clearly sense the powerful aura of the Nirvana Eighth Realm on Mo Shuo's body, but he showed no intention of backing down.
Throughout his journey, from the Cangxuan Realm to the Moze Star Region, he has always struggled in desperate situations and fought across borders.
The Eight Realms of Nirvana are just another challenge on his path forward!
He didn't respond to Mo Shuo's words. Suddenly, the purple-gold spear intent around him soared into the sky, and the sharp aura was as if it were tangible, pointing directly at Mo Shuo.
The meaning couldn't be clearer—war!
Seeing his unyielding attitude, Mo Shuo's smile vanished instantly, replaced by a fierce glint in his eyes: "Fine! Since you want to die, then I'll grant your wish!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Mo Shuo's black spiritual power surged, and he unleashed the full pressure of the Nirvana Eighth Realm, crushing towards Xiao Chen!
A fierce glint flashed in Mo Shuo's eyes. He took the initiative and launched an attack. With a sudden wave of his wide sleeves, he said in a deep voice, "Let me, Huangquan Turbid Waves, teach you a lesson!"
Before the words were even finished, the sea of clouds in the sky churned violently, and dark yellow, turbid waves appeared out of nowhere.
In an instant, it converged into a raging torrent, carrying endless chill and deathly stillness, like the roaring torrents of the Yellow River, sweeping towards Xiao Chen!
Amidst the surging waves, countless vengeful spirits struggled and wailed, their mournful cries disturbing the mind and soul, as if dragging one's very soul into an endless abyss.
Xiao Chen's gaze sharpened, not daring to be careless in the slightest. The cold, deathly aura contained in the Yellow Springs' turbid waves was extremely corrosive, and if one was not careful, one's physical body and soul would be eroded.
However, the lightning power surrounding him is inherently of the most yang and yang nature, which is precisely what counters such sinister techniques!
"Thunderous Roar - Piercing Rainbow!"
Xiao Chen let out a low shout, and his Dragon Spear pointed straight at the crest of the wave. Instead of retreating, he shot out with explosive speed!
He became one with the spear, transforming into an extremely concentrated blue-white lightning bolt, like the first ray of dawn tearing through the gloom.
With unstoppable momentum, it boldly shot into the turbid waves!
"laugh--!"
The yang thunder and the yin waters of the underworld clashed fiercely, producing a piercing explosion like cold water being poured into boiling oil!
Wherever the lightning passed, vast swaths of the frigid waters of the Yellow Springs were evaporated and purified, white steam billowing out.
Xiao Chen, transformed into lightning, forged ahead through the turbid waves, creating a vacuum passage!
In the blink of an eye, Xiao Chen's figure emerged from the tail of the wave, his body crackling with electric arcs, repelling all the remaining chilling aura. Although his aura fluctuated slightly, it remained as steady as a mountain.
"It can actually break through my Yellow Spring Water head-on? Such pure thunder!"
For the first time, a hint of surprise flashed in Mo Shuo's eyes. He hadn't expected that his proud move would be so easily countered by Xiao Chen, and in such a head-on manner!
Before Xiao Chen could catch his breath, Mo Shuo's sword finger suddenly changed, and the killing intent in his eyes intensified: "Ghostly White Bone Claw!"
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