"A stubborn mule, since you refuse to see reason, then die."
The Demon Emperor sneered, preparing to strike.
"Hold on, the one to deal with you has arrived."
Hong Qiantu interrupted the Demon Emperor, then shouted at the top of his lungs, "Mr. Ji, save me, save me!"
He saw the familiar figures of Ji Mo and two others slowly approaching.
"Even the Jade Emperor himself couldn't save you."
The Demon Emperor was about to finish off Hong Qiantu but suddenly changed his mind. "I'll let you personally kill this so-called Mr. Ji, so you can experience the despair of shattered hope. Hmph, there's no one in the Xuan Ling Realm who can deal with me."
"Mr. Ji, it seems Old Hong is calling for help," Fan Jingxing said.
Fan Jingxing saw Hong Qiantu, whose body was blackened and pupils were red, clearly showing signs of demonic energy invasion. It looked like he wouldn't live much longer.
"Mr. Ji, how about we save him?" Huineng, not forgetting his superficial camaraderie with Hong Qiantu, spoke up to plead for him.
A doctor's heart is like a parent's. Although he had always disliked Hong Qiantu, it wasn't to the point of refusing to save a life.
Ji Mo nodded and walked over.
However, as soon as he got close.
Hong Qiantu raised the demonic blade and lunged at Ji Mo.
"Old Hong, what are you doing? Mr. Ji said he'd save you, and you're still attacking." Fan Jingxing, not realizing Hong Qiantu was controlled by the Demon Emperor, shouted urgently.
He couldn't understand what was happening to Hong Qiantu, why he was courting death. How dare he attack Mr. Ji!
"Would you believe me if I said I couldn't control myself?" Hong Qiantu's face was filled with dread. This was the end. Attacking Mr. Ji, how many lives would he need to die? But he was being controlled by the Demon Emperor, truly unable to help himself.
"Believe your head! You old scoundrel are wicked. I knew long ago you wanted to kill me to take over my house and land." Ji Mo's face was filled with anger. This old fellow was so malicious, wanting to drag him down even as he died.
Facing the attack, Ji Mo didn't retreat but advanced, closing the distance to Hong Qiantu. The moment they crossed paths, the demonic blade was in Ji Mo's hand, and Hong Qiantu was kicked to the ground.
"Disarming with bare hands!" Several gasps sounded in succession.
The few people on the scene hadn't even seen clearly; they only felt a blur, and the weapon in Hong Qiantu's hand had changed owners. It was also said that the White Emperor liked to use this move when fighting. Fighting with bare hands, then disarming the opponent and killing them with their own weapon.
Even the Demon Emperor was startled, because even he couldn't perceive how he had fallen into Ji Mo's hands. He couldn't help but shiver, recalling the terrifying era when he was dominated by the White Emperor.
"No, it can't be. That scoundrel, the White Emperor, should have died long ago." The Demon Emperor suppressed the shock in his heart, believing he was overthinking.
The demonic blade was separated from its owner, and Hong Qiantu regained his freedom. He quickly reminded, "Mr. Ji, be careful of that blade, it's problematic." The Demon Emperor's soul was hidden within the blade, and Hong Qiantu genuinely worried that Ji Mo might be ambushed if he wasn't careful.
At the same time, the Demon Emperor began to make his move. This brat was doomed. Even the White Emperor wouldn't have had an easy time if he got close. Now, this person was like fish on a chopping block, at his mercy.
The Demon Emperor launched his attack, pouring endless demonic energy into Ji Mo's body through the hilt of the blade.
"It really is problematic, so itchy." Ji Mo immediately felt something trying to surge into his body, causing a tickling sensation. He felt very uncomfortable and flicked his hands several times, trying to throw away the demonic blade.
"Heh, once I've attached myself to you, you think you can escape." The Demon Emperor sneered, and then he felt himself crack. Indeed, he had cracked! For some reason, as Ji Mo flicked his hands, the demonic blade developed cracks and soon shattered into pieces.
Hong Qiantu knew Ji Mo must have a way to deal with the Demon Emperor, but he never expected it to be so easy, destroying the weapon housing the Demon Emperor with just a few flicks of his wrist. This was simply too powerful! This was an epic-level weapon, yet in Ji Mo's hands, it was like paper, shattering into pieces with a casual shake. It was too exaggerated!
The Demon Emperor was also stunned. Although he was only a remnant soul residing in the weapon, he shouldn't have been so vulnerable.
With the shattering of the demonic blade, the Demon Emperor had nowhere to hide. The fragments emitted rolling demonic energy, and a terrifying, unparalleled imperial aura erupted. Instantly, the entire ruin was swept by flying sand and rocks, and the earth shook.
Huineng and Fan Jingxing's expressions changed drastically, and they quickly fled, escaping the center of the churning demonic energy. They couldn't withstand the Demon Emperor's pressure and were so scared their faces turned pale, with no will to resist. Fortunately, Fan Jingxing, remembering Hong Qiantu, dragged him away, saving his life.
"Damn human, die!" Amidst the surging demonic energy, the Demon Emperor roared and lunged at Ji Mo. Instantly! Ji Mo was completely enveloped by the endless demonic energy, his fate unknown.
"You scoundrel Hong Qiantu, you actually colluded with the Demon Emperor to ambush Mr. Ji." Huineng, who had fled to a distance, had a livid expression. If Hong Qiantu didn't give an explanation, he wouldn't let it go.
"I told you, I couldn't help myself, and you didn't believe me. How about we seize this opportunity to escape? Otherwise, after the Demon Emperor deals with Mr. Ji, he definitely won't let us go." Although Hong Qiantu had confidence in Ji Mo, he didn't dare to stay put under the Demon Emperor's vast aura.
"Old Hong, you've ultimately never seen the world." Fan Jingxing revealed a meaningful expression. "You don't know, actually Mr. Ji is..." Huineng coughed beside him, signaling him not to speak carelessly.
"But, this is the Ancient Soul-Devouring Toad, an existence that once contended with the White Emperor!" Hong Qiantu was still worried. The Ancient Soul-Devouring Toad was best at soul techniques, and even the White Emperor couldn't completely obliterate it back then, which showed how terrifying it was.
"Ancient Soul-Devouring Toad! I didn't expect this scourge to survive until now, but it's also blind. Who else could it have targeted but Mr. Ji? It's like a moth flying into a flame." Huineng had boundless confidence in Ji Mo. Mr. Ji came from "above," and his cultivation was at least that of an immortal. Why should he fear anyone?
Not long after, the demonic energy dissipated, revealing Ji Mo's figure. He was unharmed, stomping his foot and crushing something fiercely under his sole. It was a golden-spotted toad, about the size of a bowl, with its four legs facing the sky, its eyes rolled back, and it was almost flattened. Clearly, this toad was the once arrogant Ancient Soul-Devouring Toad, now being crushed and rubbed fiercely under Ji Mo's foot.
"I knew it, Mr. Ji is invincible!" Huineng exclaimed, then trotted over to curry favor.
"Not bad, you caught an old toad for me. Looking at its size, it's old enough to be used as medicine." Ji Mo took out a piece of rope and tied it around the Ancient Soul-Devouring Toad's belly, hanging it from his waist.
Hong Qiantu's eyelids twitched. Of course, it was old enough. This Ancient Soul-Devouring Toad had probably lived for tens of thousands of years, and now it was flattened by Ji Mo and captured. Hanging a Demon Emperor from his waist, what kind of divine operation was this?