Chapter 1248 - 1239: Warning
"You!"
Wang Yuan’s face was shocked, and a sense of foreboding began to emerge in his heart.
No matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t pull back the Burning Spirit Sword.
Mo Wangchen’s finger and hand, like the Divine Demon Hand, tightly grasped the body of the Burning Spirit Sword, firmly trapping it there.
"I’ll say it just once, let go."
Looking at Wang Yuan’s face, veins popping, Mo Wangchen spoke indifferently.
"Get lost!"
Unable to retrieve the Burning Spirit Sword, Wang Yuan shouted angrily and began attacking Mo Wangchen. He struck out with his palm, the force so immense that it shattered the void, rushing toward Mo Wangchen like a volcanic eruption.
"Buzz..."
Mo Wangchen was unafraid, with Great Dao Divine Power surging and condensing a thick barrier in front of him, allowing Wang Yuan to attack, yet unable to break this defense.
"Sizzle!"
After dissolving Wang Yuan’s attack, Mo Wangchen was disinclined to say more unnecessary words. The Sword Principle gathered as he pointed into the air.
The sharp and astonishing Finger Light pierced through the void, directly targeting Wang Yuan’s glabella.
"Not good!"
Wang Yuan’s expression changed dramatically, with no time to think. The only thought in his mind was to evade this deadly strike; otherwise, he was doomed to fall here.
"Whoosh!"
He let go of the Burning Spirit Sword, his body quickly darting to the side.
"Sizzle!"
However, Mo Wangchen’s strike was too fast; even though Wang Yuan was prepared, he couldn’t escape.
Just as he moved, the Finger Light pierced through his right shoulder, leaving a shocking blood hole.
"Ah!"
Wang Yuan screamed, his face instantly pale. This strike contained Great Dao Divine Power, something he couldn’t withstand, and his body flew backward, involuntarily coughing up blood.
"Certainly suits me..."
Mo Wangchen paid no attention to Wang Yuan’s condition. With the Burning Spirit Sword in hand, he quickly examined it, a gleam appearing in his eyes.
"Whoosh!"
He wielded the sword with great force in the void, and a chaotic momentum surged, sweeping in all directions like a tumultuous wave.
This Burning Spirit Sword was, as rumored, as heavy as ten thousand pounds. With Mo Wangchen’s Divine King Body strength, it was perfect to wield, truly a fitting weapon for him.
"You!"
In the distance, after Wang Yuan steadied himself, his face looked extremely grim, with blood still on his lips. He looked at Mo Wangchen and shouted angrily, "Return the Burning Spirit Sword!"
"Let you experience the power of this sword."
Mo Wangchen sneered, and with those words, wielding the Burning Spirit Sword, he dashed forward.
He stepped on the void, the sword in hand, as if bearing a mountain. With each step, the space seemed to crack with a terrifying fissure.
"Buzz..."
The sound of the sword echoed. In the blink of an eye, Mo Wangchen was in front of Wang Yuan. Wielding the sword with both hands, he raised it above his head, and as his arms trembled, the sword’s dark and shiny blade chopped down with great force.
"Boom!"
Under everyone’s gaze, Wang Yuan’s Protective Spiritual Power was shattered by this sword strike. This was a heavy sword; its blade not sharp, yet the earth-shattering power of Mo Wangchen’s one strike crushed Wang Yuan’s left shoulder bone.
He screamed miserably, his body falling like a meteor, crashing into Wanhong City below, creating a huge crater and losing consciousness instantly.
"Hiss!"
All around, everyone was shocked, with an indescribable fear, and some couldn’t help but draw a sharp breath.
The power unleashed by the Burning Spirit Sword in Mo Wangchen’s hands exceeded everyone’s expectations.
The power of that strike was like the collapse of Heavenly Mountain. The Burning Spirit Sword, heavy as a mountain, wielded with full force by Mo Wangchen’s Divine King Body, was irresistible to human strength.
Just one sword strike, just one strike, caused Wang Yuan, with his Middle Stage of Heavenly Immortal Realm cultivation, to be struck down, coughing blood and fainting.
The people didn’t know that just now, Mo Wangchen had held back somewhat and hadn’t used full force.
The power of the Burning Spirit Sword was also beyond Mo Wangchen’s expectations. According to his estimation, with this sword in hand, if he struck with full force, its power might even make a Quasi-god cautious?
"I don’t intend to kill for now, otherwise that sword just now wouldn’t have left him just unconscious this simply. I give the Wang Family three days to move out of Wanhong City; Qianyuan Sect better not act against anyone from the Du Family, or I won’t be polite."
As he spoke, Mo Wangchen put away the Burning Spirit Sword, his gaze turning towards Wang Yuanfei and the two Qianyuan Sect experts below.
Their faces were all shocked, their hearts filled with extreme anger. Mo Wangchen’s strength was beyond their expectations. Originally with Wang Yuan’s intervention, they thought he could surely suppress Mo Wangchen, but never did they expect the end result would be the Wang Family’s Ancestor Artifact, the Burning Spirit Sword, being taken and Wang Yuan seriously injured and unconscious.
"You!"
The two elders from Qianyuan Sect clenched their fists tightly, wanting to say something but were pulled back by Wang Yuanfei, "Let’s leave first. His strength is beyond our imagination and not something we can handle."
Upon hearing this, the two calmed down, though still angry, and glanced at Mo Wangchen, "Our Qianyuan Sect experts are on their way to Wanhong City; if you are determined to help the Du Family, have the ability to stay!"
Without waiting for a response from Mo Wangchen, the two turned, assisting Wang Yuanfei in lifting the injured Wang Yuan, and they left the area in disgrace.
Though the Wang Family was heavily hit, Qianyuan Sect had not suffered much. With the sect’s experts arriving soon, Mo Wangchen would surely be suppressed.
As one of the three great Sacred Lands in Ning State, if they did not capture Mo Wangchen, how could Qianyuan Sect retain its face in Ning State?
"Young friend, you’ve helped our Du Family twice, which is already most benevolent. Quickly leave, if Qianyuan Sect’s experts do arrive, it will be truly troublesome..."
When Mo Wangchen returned to the Du Family, Du Qianhai and Du Xinyue, along with others, cast grateful glances at him.
With Divine Status in his body and such exceptional fighting power, the Du Family members now believed that Mo Wangchen must be an important talented disciple of a transcendent power from the Land of Desolate.
But the Land of Desolate was far too distant; even the Sacred Lands there found it difficult to extend their reach this far.
If Qianyuan Sect’s powerhouses do arrive, there will be tremendous trouble. The Du Family is already facing an inevitable calamity, so why drag Mo Wangchen into it?
"No problem, I already warned them earlier. If they really don’t know better, I don’t mind taking a personal trip to Qianyuan Sect." Mo Wangchen waved his hand dismissively.
Hearing this, Du Qianhai and the others were even more astonished, immensely curious about what backing he had to confidently say such words?
After all, Qianyuan Sect is one of the three great Sacred Lands of Ning State, a power with a tradition spanning ten thousand years, with unfathomable foundations and the sect is filled with experts. Even with Mo Wangchen’s strength in the Late Stage of Heavenly Immortal Realm, he could not possibly shake such a behemoth, could he?