Sword energy crisscrossed, and immortal light blazed.
A youth arrived, riding a flying sword at lightning speed.
He wore a green robe, stood tall and straight, with a noble and refined demeanor.
"Nether Clan, how dare you abduct the esteemed colleagues from the Four Symbols City and the Heavenly Feather Forest. You need to understand the situation; this is no longer an era where you can monopolize power and do as you please."
The youth shouted, demanding the Fourth General to quickly untie Murong Guan and the others, and not to act rashly.
He hailed from the Nine Heavens Palace, the same as Murong Guan, and they had frequented pleasure houses together, sharing a not-insignificant friendship, so naturally, he had to stand up for Murong Guan.
"You should be the one to understand the situation first. What, are you looking for trouble?"
Ji Mo glared unpleasantly at the newcomer.
He had always been refined, easygoing, upright, and kind.
If it weren't for Murong Guan and Zhu Fengwu insisting on causing him trouble, he wouldn't have resorted to fighting fire with fire.
Now, someone rushed out, not understanding the situation at all, yet immediately assuming his side was at fault, with an arrogant attitude that was highly irritating.
"Boy, your Nether Clan had better restrain yourselves. You won't fare well by opposing the many powers of our Nine Heavens Palace."
The youth snorted coldly, looking down at Ji Mo with an air of superiority.
"Alas, young people don't know the dangers of the world and insist on delivering themselves to trouble."
Ji Mo murmured, not indulging the other party. He turned to Ying Menglong and said, "Miss Menglong, I trouble you to teach this fellow a lesson."
The main reason was that the opponent was flying in the air with his sword, making it difficult for him to act, so he had to seek help from Ying Menglong.
Ying Menglong pouted and gave Ji Mo a fierce glare.
How dare this bean sprout boss her around.
She was a princess of the Ying Long clan, with unparalleled noble status. How could she possibly obey the orders of an outsider?
However, Ji Mo was not an outsider.
Ying Menglong's wings unfurled behind her, and she vanished from her spot in an instant, appearing before the youth and launching an attack.
"I am Mo Lun of the Tongtian Sect. To dare attack me, you've gone too far!"
The youth announced his identity, expecting to see the other party panic upon learning his background.
The Tongtian Sect was also a colossal entity in the Nine Heavens Palace, a behemoth that few dared to provoke.
Even during the period when the Nether Clan dominated the Immortal Spirit Realm, they were wary of the Tongtian Sect.
Ying Menglong didn't care about any sect; in her eyes, they were all ants.
Ji Mo, however, felt a jolt. The name Tongtian Sect was very sensitive, reminding him of a very formidable figure.
Could there be a connection?
Ying Menglong's body erupted with a dazzling halo, dragon qi surging, as she unleashed a supreme dragon clan technique.
Her hands condensed a vast array of runes, transforming into a rainbow of light from beyond the heavens, blasting towards Mo Lun.
Boom...
The pitiable Mo Lun, before he could even react, was struck, letting out a piercing scream, and plummeted from mid-air.
The Fourth General stepped forward and delivered a barrage of punches, leaving Mo Lun with a bloody mouth and nowhere to hide.
Then, he nimbly bound him tightly, securing the hostage.
"The Ying Long Clan!"
Mo Lun felt Ying Menglong's terrifying pressure and dared not even breathe, admitting that his defeat was not unjust.
However, he was still unconvinced and glared at Ji Mo, "Relying on a woman, what kind of skill is that? If you have the guts, fight me one-on-one, do you dare?"
Ji Mo ignored him.
This made Mo Lun instantly arrogant. "Heh, you don't dare, coward. Brother Murong, don't you agree? With this kind of trash, I could cut him into eighteen pieces with one sword."
As soon as these words were uttered, the entire place fell silent.
All eyes fell on Mo Lun.
This young man dared to challenge Ji Mo one-on-one, what courage!
He likely didn't know how to write the word "death."
Murong Guan, fearing implication, spoke, "He truly doesn't dare. He's probably afraid he'd accidentally slap you to death, which would interfere with his money-making."
"Are you joking?"
Mo Lun didn't believe it, but when he saw two incredibly clear palm prints on Murong Guan's face, his head bleeding, he was instantly terrified and trembled.
Considering it, Murong Guan was the future lord of the Four Symbols City, while he was merely one of the five most outstanding disciples of the current Tongtian Sect. There was quite a gap between them.
Even Murong Guan, who had suffered such treatment, dared not speak out in anger, so one could imagine the tragic fate he would face.
"Young man, you are quite brave."
Ji Mo walked directly to Mo Lun and said, "Answer a few questions honestly. If I'm satisfied, I might let you off. Is the founding patriarch of your Tongtian Sect known as the Tongtian Patriarch?"
Mo Lun quickly shook his head. He had never heard of anyone named the Tongtian Patriarch; there was no such person in the Tongtian Sect.
The Fourth General, who was quite knowledgeable about the Tongtian Sect, explained obsequiously, "Mr. Ji, the founding ancestor of the Tongtian Sect is legendary. It is rumored that he was merely an ordinary shepherd boy who accidentally found half a stone sword that fell from the sky. From then on, he became famous throughout the world and eventually founded the Tongtian Sect."
"Half a stone sword?!"
Ji Mo's heart skipped a beat, and he hurriedly asked, "Is there writing on the body of that sword?"
The Fourth General replied, "It is said there are two characters, but as for what those two characters are, you'd have to ask this fellow."
Ji Mo's pupils dilated, and he couldn't help but swallow, suppressing his excitement, and pressed Mo Lun, "Are they the two characters 'Zhu Xian'?"
In his mind, the first thing that came to mind was the Zhu Xian Sword, and he was immensely excited.
"There are two characters, but no one has deciphered their meaning."
Mo Lun answered honestly; this was not some secret.
Ji Mo became somewhat impatient. "Send a message to your sect. I'll exchange you for the stone sword, otherwise, I'll break all three of your legs."
Ji Mo was very interested in that stone sword and wanted to get his hands on it.
It might be the legendary Zhu Xian Sword, or one of the other three.
If it truly was, no matter what, he had to obtain it.
Mo Lun immediately trembled in fear and quickly clamped his legs together, his face full of tears. "How is that possible? That stone sword is the sacred artifact of our sect, it's of great importance, and it would absolutely never be used to ransom me."
Although his status was not low, his importance was not enough. The sect would absolutely not hand over the stone sword to redeem him.
"Hmm, nothing then. You just need to relay the message. If they really don't hand it over, it's fine, just provide me with a rubbing of the inscription on the sword."
Ji Mo compromised, wanting to first ascertain if it was the Zhu Xian Sword.
If not, then so be it. If it was, then he naturally had to get it back.
Mo Lun had no choice but to comply and sent the message back, hoping that the old fuddy-duddies in his sect would be flexible. He truly didn't want his legs broken.
"Is the Nether Clan insane? The moment they show up, they dare to offend us. Where do they get their confidence?"
Mo Lun muttered softly to Murong Guan, genuinely unable to understand why the Nether Clan dared to act like this.
Logically speaking, although the Nether Clan had been in hiding for over ten thousand years, they shouldn't have recovered enough strength to oppose transcendent powers like them from the Nine Heavens Palace.
Murong Guan gritted his teeth and cursed, "This brat thinks he's invincible just because he has some skill, and acts lawlessly. Let him be smug for a few days, and he'll cry then. Once we break free, we'll join forces with both families to deal with him and kill him."