The old willow tree gently shook, and the demon emperor's corpse dissolved into a mist of blood.
Ao Tian and the Cloud-Piercing Sparrow watched this scene with wide eyes, their bodies trembling in fear.
What level had this willow tree reached? Why was it so terrifying?
The powerful figures of the Panlong Sacred Land unleashed their spiritual energy, vast phantoms appearing behind them. Each unleashed their strongest attacks, bombarding the willow tree.
"Ah..."
Screams erupted. The old willow tree glowed with green energy, impervious to all attacks. Its branches swept out, cleaving a Spirit Emperor in two.
The willow branches were indestructible, utterly resisting their attacks. Another branch wrapped around an Emperor-level expert, shredding him into pieces.
Screams and splashes of blood continued!
Emperor-level experts were mowed down like leeks. This scene was enough to be unforgettable for everyone present.
Ao Yan was filled with terror, his face ashen. Even with his full power and strongest divine abilities, he couldn't damage a single leaf of the old willow tree.
Such a gap brought him to the brink of collapse.
What kind of existence was this willow tree?
Mortal Immortal Realm?
Or true Immortal Realm?
Or even higher?
More than a dozen Emperor-level experts were killed in the blink of an eye, most not even leaving behind corpses, shredded into dust by the old willow tree and transformed into vast amounts of vital energy, nourishing the land.
Green light flickered as a willow branch shot through the air, like an immortal spear, piercing Ao Yan's shoulder.
Ao Yan's body, harder than Emperor Artifacts, was as fragile as tofu before the willow branch.
Terrified beyond measure, he cried out for mercy, "We were blind and offended your heavenly might, senior. Please spare our lives."
His plea seemed to have an effect. The willow branch vanished, and the old willow tree's radiant glow dissipated, returning to its appearance as an ordinary willow.
The few survivors gasped for breath, feeling as if they had brushed past the gates of hell.
Ao Tian, however, panicked and warned, "Holy Lord, flee quickly! That terrifying existence is about to emerge."
Ao Tian knew that the willow tree had stopped not because Ao Yan begged for mercy, but likely because Ji Mo was about to appear.
Terrifying existence?
Was there something even more terrifying than this old willow tree?
"What kind of terrifying existence is still here?"
Ao Yan's face changed drastically, and he quickly asked Ao Tian.
*Creak!*
Ji Mo pushed open the door from the distant kitchen and walked out.
He had been preparing ingredients to make Dragon Phoenix Soup when he suddenly heard someone in the courtyard loudly begging for mercy, so he came out to investigate.
He saw several strangers with fierce appearances in his yard, pointing at the snake hanging under the eaves.
"Who are you people, and what are you doing in my house?"
Ji Mo turned back to the kitchen, grabbed a cleaver, and walked over.
My house!
These two words struck Ao Yan and the others like lightning, their minds reeling.
This miraculous place was actually the home of this young man before them.
Did that mean all the fruits and vegetables in the yard, comparable to precious medicines, and the pond full of Dragon Fish, were all grown and raised by this person?
And that unimaginably terrifying old willow tree, and the Bodhi tree whose depths he couldn't fathom, were they merely landscape trees planted by this person?
"We..."
Ao Tian trembled, his legs shaking uncontrollably.
What are you doing here?
He couldn't possibly say they intended to kill Ji Mo and seize the place, could he?
If he said that, would he survive?
*Thud.*
Ao Tian, covered in cold sweat, knelt directly on the ground, "Senior, spare my life..."
The other Emperor-level experts followed suit, prostrating themselves, their bodies quivering like sieves.
"What are you doing? I'm not some senior. Get up. I'm not eating this snake and this bird."
Ji Mo looked at Ao Tian and the Cloud-Piercing Sparrow hanging above, feeling a pang of regret.
He had thought he would be able to have a feast today, but unexpectedly, these people were kneeling and begging him to spare these two creatures.
Eating this snake and this bird?
Ao Yan's mind reeled again. Ao Tian and the Cloud-Piercing Sparrow, who were related to the Dragon and Phoenix clans and possessed Demon Emperor cultivation, were merely food in the eyes of this powerful being!
Then, his body couldn't help but tremble. Perhaps he, an old flood dragon, was just like a dish in the other's eyes.
"These are the snake and bird that ran out of your house, aren't they? You must keep a better eye on them in the future, or you won't be so lucky next time."
Ji Mo helped Ao Yan up, took down Ao Tian and the Cloud-Piercing Sparrow, and handed them over.
To spare his two pets, they were willing to kneel. These people before him, despite their fierce appearances, had such kind hearts.
"Thank you for sparing our lives, senior!"
Ao Yan breathed a sigh of relief, knowing that his life and the lives of his subordinates were likely safe.
However, the words of the powerful being clearly carried a warning, implying that he would spare them this time but would not tolerate it again.
"I am not a senior. My name is Ji Mo, and you can also call me Mr. Ji."
Ji Mo corrected him, finding the old man too polite.
"Mr. Ji!"
Ao Yan's head buzzed again.
So, this was the legendary Mr. Ji! No wonder!
He had destroyed the Nine Nether Ancestor, flattened the Zhan family, vowed to seek justice from the Luo family, and recently overturned the Asura Hall, exposing the demons' schemes...
Every one of Mr. Ji's deeds was earth-shattering.
No, wasn't the reason Mr. Ji sought justice from the Luo family precisely for Luo Li?
And he himself had planned to cooperate with the Great Elder of the Luo family to help him seize the position of the Luo family head. This was undoubtedly going against Mr. Ji.
Therefore, the current calamity of the Panlong Sacred Land was due to choosing the wrong side.
When cooperating with the Luo family, they should have chosen Luo Li's side.
"Mr. Ji, I understand."
Ao Yan, believing he had grasped the key point, looked remorseful, regretting his decision immensely.
Due to his wrong choices, he had nearly plunged the Panlong Sacred Land into eternal damnation, and he felt immense self-blame.
Mr. Ji's magnanimity in sparing the Panlong Sacred Land this time was giving him a chance to choose again, to repent and make the right choice.
Ji Mo didn't understand why this old man suddenly looked so enlightened and stared at him with immense gratitude.
"Ji Mo, it really is that scoundrel Ji Mo!"
Due to her lower cultivation, Lan Ling had only just arrived.
She was unaware of the current situation and, seeing Ao Yan and the others seemingly surrounding Ji Mo, rushed forward excitedly.
Heaven truly had pity; she had finally caught that bastard Ji Mo. Today, she would make him wish he had never been born.
Lan Ling quickly ran up to Ji Mo and laughed triumphantly, "Haha, Ji Mo, you have your day too. I'll see if you die today."
All eyes in the audience immediately fell on Lan Ling like sharp knives.
This Lan Ling was incredibly audacious, daring to call Mr. Ji by his name and speak disrespectfully. She was pushing them all into a fiery pit.
If Mr. Ji was angered, it was likely that no one present would escape, and all would become green fertilizer.
*Slap...*
Ao Yan decisively slapped Lan Ling hard across the face.