Mo Xiang’s death did not attract any attention from the Mo family immortals.
She was nothing more than a mere maid.
Dead was dead.
Moreover, she was a treacherous maid who betrayed her own family—death was deserved.
Their current target was this “outsider” Ye Yu.
Mo Tian looked toward Mo Jiuming, waiting for orders.
Although the family head had said yesterday not to touch this kid, now the situation seemed somewhat different!
Mo Jiuming stared at Ye Yu for a long time, then finally sighed.
“Kill him.”
Just these three simple words were meant to decide Ye Yu’s fate.
Mo Tian and the two guards immediately stepped forward, preparing to attack Ye Yu.
But at that moment,
their pupils suddenly turned pitch black like ink.
Then they abruptly turned around and stood in front of Mo Jiuming to block him.
Such a strange scene made the Mo family head’s expression grow grave.
With a surprised look, he glanced at Ye Yu and cautiously asked, “An evil immortal from the Three Corpses Hall?”
Obviously, Mo Jiuming instinctively assumed Ye Yu was using some evil immortal technique.
Little did he know, this was the orthodox ghost immortal art of the Underworld.
“Reveal the whereabouts of the ghost immortal.”
Ye Yu did not answer Mo Jiuming’s question but looked at him coldly.
The mere nodding acquaintance between them had already vanished the moment Mo Jiuming ordered his death.
So no matter whether Mo Jiuming spoke truthfully or not,
Ye Yu’s death was inevitable.
What puzzled Ye Yu was:
When he first saw Mo Jiuming, he was only at the peak of the Heavenly Immortal Realm.
But now, Ye Yu could not use the Divine Control Heart Technique on him.
This showed Mo Jiuming’s cultivation was at least one major realm above Ye Yu’s,
at least late Golden Core Realm or higher.
How was that possible?
In just a few months, how could his strength have increased so tremendously? It was truly unexpected.
Mo Jiuming suddenly sneered coldly and shouted at Ye Yu, “This ghost immortal is the key to the Mo family’s rise.
No matter who, no one is allowed to snatch it from me!
Even you!”
At this moment, Mo Jiuming’s expression was somewhat deranged,
his face twisted grotesquely,
completely unlike when Ye Yu saw him at Wu Wei Tower.
Ye Yu was too lazy to waste words,
just snapped his fingers.
Mo Tian and the two Heavenly Immortal Realm immortals immediately charged at Mo Jiuming,
each unleashing different immortal arts.
A great battle was about to erupt.
Since they were in the Mo family’s headquarters,
to prevent more clan members from rushing to aid,
Ye Yu also did not idle,
immediately setting up the Yunxiao Hidden Extreme Formation here.
In an instant, a complicated formation diagram lit up on the ground.
Then a sudden burst of light rose,
enveloping the entire area.
Inside, they could fight to their heart’s content,
but from outside, it appeared calm and peaceful,
not even a trace of immortal energy leaking out.
It proved that Mo Jiuming’s success as family head was not without reason.
In just ten breaths’ time,
he slew Mo Tian and the two Mo family immortals on the spot.
Mo Jiuming wielded a gigantic horse-slaying blade,
radiating extremely dense blood energy.
This blood energy gathered to form a huge fierce beast,
which let out a ferocious roar at Ye Yu.
This blade was the symbol of the Mo family head,
a superior-grade demonic weapon, the Thousand Blades Demonic Saber.
Yes, a demonic weapon.
In ancient times, before the Six Realms’ passages closed,
the demon tribe attacked Heaven,
and countless Heavenly Realm immortals died.
The Mo family’s ancestor stepped forward,
slaying a Great Demon of Demon Lord Realm,
and seized the spoils that have been passed down to this day.
The accumulated blood energy had reached an incredible level,
ready at any moment to greatly assist its master.
Furthermore, Mo Jiuming’s cultivation was clearly late Golden Core Realm.
In every way, he was confident of victory.
“Ye Yu, don’t blame me. If anyone is to blame, it’s yourself for seeking death and blocking my way.”
Mo Jiuming raised the Thousand Blades Demonic Saber,
instantly gathering a blade radiance tens of thousands of zhang long,
and fiercely slashed toward Ye Yu.
This strike was Mo Jiuming’s full power attack.
Where the blade radiance passed, even space twisted,
making it impossible for Ye Yu to dodge.
Of course, Ye Yu never intended to dodge.
He moved his mind,
and a scroll suddenly appeared and unfolded slowly.
An overwhelmingly powerful ghost energy instantly spread out.
Countless ghosts swarmed forth,
first slowing down the blade radiance.
When the gigantic ghost deity phantom appeared,
it forcibly shattered the blade radiance completely.
As the red blood energy scattered,
Mo Jiuming was struck as if by lightning.
He was shocked not because his full power blade was broken,
but because he never expected Ye Yu could gather such surging ghost energy—
hundreds to thousands of times stronger than that emanating from the ice block.
And so pure.
This was the true ghost immortal aura.
Mo Jiuming looked at Ye Yu in disbelief, his voice hoarse:
“You... you also come from the Underworld?”
Before this was answered,
he was completely buried by endless ghosts.
But the Ten Thousand Ghosts Night Walk Diagram did not last long before Ye Yu retracted it.
Not because his immortal energy could not sustain it,
but because he did not want Mo Jiuming to end up completely destroyed.
If that happened,
how would Ye Yu find Xin Wan’en’s whereabouts?
Soon, after the diagram was closed,
all ghosts quickly vanished.
Mo Jiuming lay bleeding heavily on the ground,
gravely wounded and near death,
completely powerless to fight back.
Just as Ye Yu prepared to step forward to use soul-searching arts on him,
a figure suddenly appeared.
This person was slender and androgynous-faced.
He quietly approached Mo Jiuming’s side and looked at Ye Yu with great interest.
“Just recently awakened, I find the Heavenly Realm increasingly interesting.
Someone can successfully activate the ghost immortal weapon.
It’s normal you lost to him.
But Mo family boy, can you answer now?
Do you still want to borrow my power?”
Hearing this, Mo Jiuming mustered all his strength to lift his head.
Looking at the androgynous man, he weakly said,
“Then, can you defeat him?”
The androgynous man’s expression darkened like water,
as if deeply insulted.
He slowly stepped forward,
releasing terrifying immortal energy to break through Ye Yu’s formation.
The androgynous man said word by word,
“I am Lü Zhixing, Left Dharma Protector of the Three Corpses Hall.
How could I be weaker than some mere Heavenly Immortal Realm? You really joke.”
Mo Jiuming looked up to the golden sky above the Mo family,
smiling with relief.
“Maybe none of the Mo family understands me now,
but thousands and tens of thousands of years later,
they will all know that everything I did was right.
Only I can lead the Mo family back to the peak.
Lü Zhixing, I beg you,
lend me your power, and I will agree to all your demands.”
