Murong Guan, the Holy Son of the Four Symbols City in the Nine Heavens Que, a peak expert at the Emperor Immortal realm.
Among the younger generation in the Immortal Spirit Realm, he was already considered one of the most outstanding.
Therefore, he was sufficiently arrogant and looked down upon everyone, not deigning to regard anyone with importance, except for the descendants of divine beings.
In his eyes, a weakling like Ji Mo could be crushed with one hand.
However, to avoid any unforeseen complications, he decided to act stealthily and launch a surprise attack.
Spinning and leaping, with his eyes open, he executed the unique movement technique of the Four Symbols City, evading everyone's sight and silently approaching Ji Mo from behind.
Meanwhile, Ji Hanhan was fully engrossed in watching Ying Menglong fight a hundred opponents, beating them up.
Various combat skills, divine abilities, and ultimate moves were unleashed, scattering brilliant light and creating an astonishing spectacle.
Ji Mo was filled with envy and jealousy.
"You guys have skills, but I can only use basic attacks. So frustrating!"
However, he mused, punching a little kid was the romance of a true man.
His body's evolution progress had reached 63%, nearly two-thirds complete. Ji Mo eagerly anticipated whether he could embark on the path of cultivation once the evolution was complete.
He found the thought quite exciting.
"I'm so close, and this fool still hasn't noticed. It seems I overestimated him. I truly can't understand why a noble Ying Long would not favor a genius like me and instead be devoted to such a waste."
Murong Guan had reached Ji Mo's back without attracting any attention.
This indicated that his opponent was truly weak, far below his level, and not even in the same league.
"First, I'll torment this brat, then use him to threaten Ying Menglong, and completely turn the tide."
A cold smile played on Murong Guan's lips, confident that he would be the one laughing in the end.
Sometimes, tactics were more effective than strength.
"Lie down for me."
Murong Guan directly launched an incredibly vicious Dislocation Strike at Ji Mo.
Dislocating his tendons and bones, he intended to make the boy wish he were dead, forcing him to kneel and beg for mercy.
He firmly believed that even an Immortal Emperor couldn't withstand this move, and this boy would soon be groaning and begging for mercy at his feet.
However.
Things did not unfold as he had imagined.
Ji Mo showed no reaction, still intently watching the fight before him.
"Impossible."
Murong Guan refused to believe it and unleashed the move with full force again, still achieving no effect.
He wore an expression of disbelief, unable to comprehend what was happening.
Perhaps this divine ability had become rusty from disuse.
Or perhaps this person had a special physique that made him immune to such abilities?
"Taste my Spirit Rhino Soul Splitting Finger again!"
Murong Guan switched to another divine ability, a soul attack, which was bound to be effective.
As long as the opponent was hit, it would cause severe headaches and unbearable suffering.
In severe cases, it could lead to mental derangement, turning them into an idiot, or even cause their soul to dissipate on the spot if they couldn't endure it.
He began forming hand seals, bringing his hands together, preparing to unleash this malicious attack on Ji Mo.
Ji Hanhan finally sensed something and casually glanced back.
"Holy cow."
What is this?
A Thousand Years of Death?!
Ji Mo was stunned, gasping for air.
It was too terrifying.
Turning around, he saw a man lurking behind him, forming hand seals, seemingly about to perform the devastating Thousand Years of Death on him.
If this were to succeed, it would be disastrous.
"You only notice now? It's too late."
Murong Guan sneered, his hand seals complete, the divine ability formed, and the opponent was doomed.
Amazing runes erupted from his fingertips, accompanied by a surge of immense power, and he thrust them violently towards Ji Mo.
In a flash.
Ji Mo's hand moved like lightning, catching the attacking finger.
Then.
He forcefully twisted it.
Crack.
A crisp bone-snapping sound echoed, followed by a scream.
Murong Guan's finger was broken off alive and well.
"Hmph, with your little tricks, you think you can mess with me?"
Ji Mo cursed angrily.
"Honestly, what happened to morality? Don't people value martial ethics anymore?"
Sneak attacks were one thing, but to use such despicable techniques!
Murong Guan's scream instantly drew everyone's attention, and their gazes turned towards them.
Seven Fiend Ghost Mother gulped. She had not participated in the fight, observing from the sidelines, but she had been watching Murong Guan's sneak attack the entire time.
A Holy Son at the peak of the Emperor Immortal realm attempting to ambush someone, failing, and then breaking a finger – this showed that Ji Mo's strength was far beyond her imagination.
What puzzled her the most was why Ji Mo seemed completely unharmed after being hit by Murong Guan's Spirit Rhino Soul Splitting Finger.
"You bastard, I will hack you into pieces!"
Murong Guan was utterly enraged, his face contorted with ferocity. His body erupted with supreme pressure, and terrifying energy swept in all directions.
The ground around them cracked inch by inch, and the soul-stirring pressure made many cultivators gasp for breath.
A large, pitch-black saber appeared in Murong Guan's hand, exuding a suffocating aura.
Murong Guan raised the saber high, runes soaring into the sky, emitting dazzling light, like a celestial sun hanging in the firmament.
"Be careful."
Ying Menglong was shaken.
This saber was no ordinary weapon; even she felt a sense of dread. This unfaithful man was in danger.
Her face was filled with urgency, wanting to break free and return to rescue him.
"Hack him to death, hack him to death!"
Zhu Fengwu shouted excitedly, her heart filled with hatred for Ji Mo. At this moment, she wished Murong Guan would cleave him in two.
Seeing Ying Menglong attempt to return and rescue Ji Mo, she immediately intercepted, eager to see if Ji Mo's tragic death before her eyes would break Ying Menglong's heart and plunge her into despair.
"It's over. Mr. Ji was too arrogant and was ambushed by Murong Guan. He's finished."
The Fourth General clearly sensed that the saber in Murong Guan's hand had been blessed by an Immortal God realm expert, and its material was mixed with divine iron, making it indestructible. A single strike from it would result in death or severe injury.
The saber fell like a raging celestial river, carrying immense power as it descended.
It was likely that even an Immortal Emperor would turn to dust, leaving no trace behind, under this strike.
Just as everyone on the scene believed Ji Mo was doomed and about to die tragically,
He calmly raised his hand and caught the blade of the descending saber.
There was no violent collision, no earth-shattering energy explosion.
Ji Mo acted as if he had done something trivial, catching the blade barehanded and blocking the terrifying attack.
His palm was fair, slender, and delicate, as if it could be broken by a touch.
Yet, it firmly grasped the formidable saber. Some keen-eyed cultivators even witnessed an astonishing sight.
Ji Mo's palm was completely unharmed, not even a scratch on his skin. However, where the saber was held, a clear palm print had appeared.
The entire scene fell silent, staring at the unfolding event with disbelief.
What kind of strength was this?
It was suffocatingly powerful!
Murong Guan was dumbfounded, a million alpacas galloping through his mind.
He had initially thought Ji Mo was the weakest person present, but unexpectedly, this fellow had hidden his true strength so deeply, revealing himself to be the most terrifying existence.
He truly had blind luck, intending to pick on a soft persimmon, only to find himself up against a durian. How tragic!