Chapter 1250 - 1241: One Sword Is Enough
"Buzz buzz buzz..."
The void trembled and buzzed incessantly, a powerful aura belonging to a Late Stage of Heavenly Immortal expert erupted from Su Mao.
Instantly, the powerful aura spread in all directions, like a Heavenly Mountain, shrouding the entire sky over Wanhong City.
Everyone present was shocked to the core; an expert at the level of the Heavenly Immortal Realm was undoubtedly a top existence in the entire Ning State, almost invincible.
At this moment, more than a dozen strong practitioners from the Qianyuan Sect came along with Su Mao.
Without a doubt, today’s Du Family was impossible to escape this calamity.
"Do not put up a futile resistance. Surrender meekly and follow this old man back to the Qianyuan Sect to await punishment."
Around Su Mao, the fierce momentum surged, rays of resplendent Immortal Light swirled around him, as if resonating with the divine rhythm of the Great Dao, incredibly terrifying.
His eyes were cold as he looked at Mo Wangchen, "You’ve offended my Qianyuan Sect, regardless of your status, you must pay the price."
"The price?"
Mo Wangchen stood against the wind, the breeze fluttered his robe; his face remained calm all along.
At this moment, upon hearing Su Mao’s words, Mo Wangchen couldn’t help but find it amusing, wondering why the other party was so certain they would have him today?
"Buzz..."
In his hand, the Burning Spirit Sword appeared, and in an instant, an invisible Sword Pressure filled all around, causing all the onlookers in the city below to involuntarily hold their breath.
"I’d like to see how you intend for me to pay the price."
Amidst his words, Mo Wangchen wielded the Burning Spirit Sword and slowly stepped into the void, astonishingly taking the initiative to press towards Su Mao and his men.
The large black sword was as heavy as ten thousand tons, as if Mo Wangchen held a mountain in his hand. As he stepped forward, the void shook, clearly showing the terrifying weight of the Burning Spirit Sword.
"Reckless fool, daring to act so arrogantly in front of the Great Elder!"
Before Su Mao could speak, not far away, a strong practitioner from the Qianyuan Sect couldn’t hold back.
With a cold snort, he dashed forward; this was an expert at the Middle Stage of the Heavenly Immortal Realm, with a formidable aura. He was named Jiang Fan and was one of the more powerful elders of the Qianyuan Sect, far more terrifying than Wang Yuan from yesterday.
"There’s no need to use a sledgehammer to kill a chicken, Great Elder. This brat dares to challenge the authority of my Qianyuan Sect; let me kill him today."
Jiang Fan sneered, also pressing towards Mo Wangchen, while a golden spear appeared in his hand, the sword light was intensely glaring.
"Buzz..."
The golden spear thrusted out, piercing through the void, dragging with it an infinite momentum, transforming into ten thousand fierce rays, all slashing towards Mo Wangchen.
"Crack!"
"Crack!"
"Crack!"
Mo Wangchen’s advancing steps did not cease as he swung the Burning Spirit Sword, the Sword Force was like tides, crushing everything. The myriad fierce rays that descended were shattered by this one sword.
"Whoosh!"
Mo Wangchen neither advanced nor retreated but increased his speed dramatically. In a blink, he appeared before Jiang Fan, holding the Burning Spirit Sword with both hands, raising it above his head, then splitting it downward.
Jiang Fan’s face changed, never anticipating that Mo Wangchen would resolve his attack so effortlessly. The Burning Spirit Sword was an Ancestor Artifact of the Wang Family, once drinking Divine Blood in the ancient ages, famed throughout Ning State.
This was a weapon of mass destruction, and now with Mo Wangchen’s forceful slash, Jiang Fan dared not be careless in the slightest.
"Clang!"
In a flash, he held the golden spear horizontally in front of him, intending to block the sword strike.
However, Jiang Fan underestimated the power of the sword.
In an instant, the golden spear was split in two by the Burning Spirit Sword, its massive force numbing Jiang Fan’s arms.
"Those who block me, die!"
Mo Wangchen’s eyes turned slightly cold, a murderous intent emerged; with his words, the heavy sword slashed out once again.
"Boom!"
The terrifying power directly shattered Jiang Fan’s Protective Spiritual Power, and in the blink of an eye, the Burning Spirit Sword struck Jiang Fan fiercely.
"Bang!"
The next moment, his body was split into pieces, turning into a sky full of blood rain, scattered with the wind.
This scene seemed long, but in reality, it occurred in just the span of two breaths.
When everyone came to their senses, their faces were horrified to the extreme, each drawing a breath of cold air.
A Middle Stage Heavenly Immortal Realm expert was cut down just like that by a single sword?!
"Your Qianyuan Sect wants to capture me, but you’re not qualified. Not to mention you, even if the Saint Master of the Qianyuan Sect came today, I would kill him without hesitation."
Mo Wangchen’s eyes glanced towards Great Elder Su Mao, coldly smiling incessantly.
"Just you?"
Su Mao narrowed his eyes, coldly flashing, his face extremely frosty, frightfully imposing.
"Don’t assume that just because you possess a Divine Status, you’re truly invincible. I, with a Late Stage Heavenly Immortal Cultivation, can suppress you with just a flip of my hand!"
As his voice dropped, Su Mao ascended, reaching higher into the sky, flipping his hand and pressing it down forcefully.
"Boom!"
A purple-black Void Giant Hand appeared, crushing the space, cracking out line after line of fissures.
The giant hand was like a mountain, blocking the sky and the sun, causing this section of the void to darken inevitably.
"Is the Late Stage Heavenly Immortal Realm so formidable?"
Mo Wangchen sneered, cleaving the heavenly vault with the Burning Spirit Sword, the pitch-black Sword Light shot straight up into the sky, instantly splitting the purple-black giant hand in two, detonating and disintegrating on the spot, vanishing without a trace.
"Dragon Annihilation!"
Su Mao shouted angrily, exhaling a large swath of gray gas.
In an instant, the world darkened further, followed by an earth-shattering dragon roar resounding.
The gray gas transformed into nine Nine-Headed Demon Dragons, their bodies pitch-black, eyes blood-red, roaring, shaking the heavens and the earth, causing the fissures in the void to expand even more massively.
"Kill!"
Mo Wangchen shouted coldly, wielding the Burning Spirit Sword, stepping into the void, his face bearing no trace of fear.
"Roar!"
The Nine-Headed Demon Dragons dived down, like ancient divine dragons resurrected, unstoppable, intending to annihilate Mo Wangchen.
"Boom!"
As the Burning Spirit Sword slashed out, the pitch-black Sword Light landed on one of the demon dragon’s heads, instantly causing the dragon’s head to explode, transforming into a sky full of black blood rain, scattering over the skies of Wanhong City.
"Bang!"
Mo Wangchen utilized Lin’s True Technique, reaching extreme speed, repeatedly appearing in front of the remaining eight demon dragons. With the black heavy strike, the force of the Divine King Body was unstoppable; within just a few breaths, the nine demon dragons were all obliterated, none surviving.
"Whoosh!"
Amidst the astonished gazes of onlookers all around, Mo Wangchen stomped his foot again, this time appearing directly in front of Su Mao.
"Had enough fun?"
His icy voice spread faintly, Mo Wangchen’s eyes, at this moment, seemed to gaze at a dead man as they fell on Su Mao, "To kill you, one sword is enough."