The Master and His Wealthy Fiancée

Li Mo lived up to his reputation as the strongest man in the Wangyou Realm, an army of one whose thousands of sword phantoms filled the air with their immense momentum.

Feng Fu was utterly astonished. 'Why? Why hasn't the Karmic Fire arrived yet?'

'Could the plan have failed? Was that brat really a false Saint?'

'But his extraordinary talent and the light of the Saint Dao he displayed at the time couldn't have been faked!'

'Where did it all go wrong?'

The situation before him left no time for deep thought. He could only grit his teeth, his brow furrowed, as he condensed a vast rosy glow to protect himself.

In an instant, swords fell like a rain of light, striking the rosy glow and gradually breaking through it.

This single technique was not enough to block Li Mo's Void Sword Technique. Feng Fu retreated a hundred li and roared, "Sun-Burning True Flame!" It was as if the two suns were pulled closer in everyone's eyes. Solar fire billowed out, reflecting upon the long, gentle rosy glow, which immediately ignited like a beautiful bolt of red silk drifting in the air.

The Sword Rain struck the red silk like sparks falling into a blazing furnace, merging into it and losing its previous sharp-edged might.

Li Mo snorted coldly. "Is that all? Heavenly Prayer Scripture—Sun Devour!" The phantom image of his Hand Technique shifted. As the Tao Scripture was chanted, a shadow rapidly devoured the two suns.

With Li Mo's power, performing this technique couldn't truly devour the two suns, but it could cover a range of over three thousand li—more than enough to encompass the entire battlefield.

The sky fell into darkness. The power of the red, silken glow diminished instantly, and under the assault of the endless Sword Rain, it was on the verge of being shattered. The Heavenly Prayer Scripture was the perfect counter to the Sun Burning True Skill.

Feng Fu's gaze hardened, his eyes narrowing slightly. That old fiend Li Mo was still in his peak state. There was no sign of Karmic Fire consuming his body, nor any trace of heavenly punishment.

His heart turned ruthless. 'Since the plan to sacrifice the Saint failed, we'll fight it out with techniques. We're both at the Late-stage Nascent Soul realm; I won't necessarily lose.'

'Besides, this was just one branch of his overall plan...'

A confident, cold sneer reappeared on his face.

His figure shot back again like a stream of light.

The red silk that had been fluttering around Feng Fu, already weakened by the Heavenly Prayer Scripture, could no longer withstand the Sword Rain. Within a few breaths, it was shredded to pieces.

Li Mo's Hand Technique changed once more. With a flash of brilliant light, the Spirit Sword by his side commanded the endless sword phantoms in the air to pursue Feng Fu alongside their master.

The forces on both sides tacitly stopped fighting, their attention fixed on this world-shaking battle between Late-stage Nascent Soul cultivators. The victor of this duel would decide the outcome of the entire war.

Feng Fu had mastered four parts of the Dragon and Phoenix Treasure Manual and also cultivated the Nirvana Scripture. Bathed in a rosy glow, his movements through the sun-devoured environment were dazzling to behold.

Li Mo, who cultivated the Daoist Scripture of Void Forgetfulness and the Heavenly Prayer Scripture, appeared simple and unadorned by comparison as he flew.

One figure chased, the other fled. The air between them constantly erupted with collisions of rosy light, flames, and sword phantoms, exploding like an endless fireworks display.

Feng Fu's maneuvering seemed less like an escape and more like he was kiting his opponent.

Waiting for the moment Li Mo closed in, Feng Fu's figure shot upward instantly. An illusory scene of a dragon and a phoenix materialized, blanketing the sky. A dragon's roar and a phoenix's cry echoed across the battlefield as a vortex of True Fire instantly swept up to envelop Li Mo.

The Spiritual Qi shield around Li Mo began to distort in the flames, and the sword phantoms circling him were completely destroyed by the fiery vortex.

At this moment, Li Mo was not only being refined by the True Fire, but also violently pulled apart by the vortex's Dragon and Phoenix Power.

The members of the Wangyou Sect faction were instantly terrified.

"Sect Leader!!"

"Sect Leader!!!"

They cried out subconsciously, their hearts in their throats.

Wei Yanlan, who was in a standoff with the Wangyou Sect's Supreme Elder, gave a slight smile and mocked, "Daoist techniques are infinite, but their effectiveness depends on who wields them. That old fiend of yours, Li Mo, may have strong and fierce techniques, but he's far too arrogant. Now that he's trapped in the Dragon and Phoenix Array, even a Late-stage Nascent Soul cultivator like him can only be ground down and slain!"

The Wangyou Sect's Supreme Elder retorted with forced bravado, "Our Sect Leader's power reaches the heavens! How could a mere Dragon and Phoenix Array possibly erase him?!"

Trapped within the vortex, Li Mo showed no sign of distress. Instead, he burst into loud laughter. "HAHAHA~!!! Elder Qin, well said! It's just a dragon and a phoenix. What can they do to me?!"

Then, he roared, "Watch as I sever the Dao to manifest the Void!"

A slash of sword light tore through the vortex of True Fire. With a single cut, Li Mo's very self transformed into a heaven-shaking phantom. It blotted out the sky, engulfing the dragon and phoenix and suppressing Feng Fu with its sheer presence.

"Feng Fu, this is but a petty trick!" Li Mo's voice thundered through the universe, a deafening roar. "Void Sword Technique, arise!"

The Spirit Sword's brilliant light flared once more. It split from one into two, two into three, and three into infinity, filling the space between heaven and earth as the blades spun and flew toward Feng Fu!

Now it was the Qixia Sect's turn to be terrified. Wei Yanlan and Feng Qing wore looks of utter disbelief. Li Mo's power had actually reached such a level! To use one's body as a technique, to have the Dao and its arts follow one's will—wasn't this having one foot in the Divinity Transformation Stage? Divinity Transformation itself was not far off.

Feng Fu's hypocritical eyes narrowed to a slit, a sharp glint of rosy light flashing within them. "I never imagined you were still hiding your strength, Li Mo!"

Li Mo's bold, booming voice echoed between heaven and earth once more. "Hiding? Why would I need to hide? It's just that no one in this Wangyou Realm has ever been worthy of my full strength! Feng Fu, die!"

Countless rays of sword light pierced Feng Fu's Protective Spiritual Qi, running him through the heart!

"Sect Leader!!!"

"Sect Leader!!!!"

Despairing cries from the Qixia Sect filled the sky.

"It's over. Father was defeated. We're all going to die here," Feng You murmured, dazed, from within the Array in Qiuxia Valley.

In that instant, the morale of the Qixia Sect collapsed!