Di Tianzheng being punched into pieces made everyone on the scene’s scalps go numb, and they gasped in cold air.
The fifth general of the seven冥族 generals, a prominent figure who once shook the Immortal Spirit Realm, had survived under the Great Immortal Sword of Kongxu, and yet he was hammered to death just like that.
“Needle Man” boss, truly formidable!
Many with ill intentions cast covert glances at Ying Menglong, a glint of cold light flashing in the depths of their pupils.
This was a true dragon with a pure bloodline, its entire body a treasure. Moreover, it was clearly still in its nascent stage, an incredibly rich and tempting morsel in their eyes.
Some weighed the pros and cons in their hearts, contemplating whether to make a bold move.
But under everyone’s watchful eyes, no one was foolish enough to lay a hand on the dragon race, especially with Ji Mo still present.
However, there was no doubt that Ying Menglong, having exposed her identity, had now been targeted by those with ulterior motives.
“Damn, I used too much force,” Ji Mo muttered, his face a mask of misery.
He had originally intended to spare Di Tianzheng’s life, allowing the Di family to pay a hefty ransom for his release.
Now, he had accidentally turned the man into dust, a significant loss.
It was as if a mountain of gold had vanished with a single punch, and his heart was bleeding.
However, it also proved that as his body continued to evolve, the strength he unleashed was becoming increasingly unimaginable.
Ji Mo felt that even if he could never tread the path of cultivation, he might still achieve physical sainthood and forge a different path.
*Crack!*
Ying Menglong’s eyes widened in shock, the piece of purple jade ginseng she was chewing dropping from her mouth.
She was clearly astonished, not expecting Ji Mo to be so ferocious, dispatching Di Tianzheng with a single punch, which far exceeded her expectations.
But on second thought, it made sense. If he didn't truly possess some ability, how could he have achieved seven penetrations, causing her to conceive?
It was known that the more powerful the bloodline, the harder it was to conceive offspring.
For the Yinglong clan to produce an offspring was even more difficult, let alone twins.
Ji Mo walked towards Ying Menglong and said, “Miss Menglong, how about I give you a physical examination?”
Regarding this unexpected fatherhood, it was best to resolve the misunderstanding as soon as possible.
Ying Menglong snorted, “Don’t think that by feigning kindness towards me, I’ll soften up. I won’t easily forgive a irresponsible scumbag like you.”
Although she said that, if Ji Mo coaxed her a bit, said a few sweet words, and severed ties with his mistress, she might choose to forgive him.
After all, a child couldn’t be without a father.
“Miss Menglong, could it be that you’re just having indigestion and bloating?” Ji Mo asked tentatively. He couldn’t discern any signs of pregnancy in Ying Menglong.
He judged that Ying Menglong likely lacked physiological knowledge and had caused a misunderstanding.
“You’re the one with bloating?” Ying Menglong’s face darkened, utterly disappointed.
This bastard still showed his scumbag face, refusing to acknowledge responsibility.
Ji Mo turned to Long Lingli beside him and said pleadingly, “Miss Long, could you please explain to her that a baby isn’t just conceived out of nowhere? First, you need to do *that*, and then do *that* again, and then it’s possible. You understand, right?”
“I naturally understand,” Long Lingli nodded, then said with utter disdain, “Stop making excuses. You clearly just pulled up your pants and denied responsibility. Pfft, scumbag!”
She had already admitted to seven times, so what else was there to say? The baby was definitely yours.
Long Lingli could sense two incredibly powerful and vigorous auras within Ying Menglong’s abdomen, and she was convinced they were indeed fetuses.
“What are you talking about? Ying Menglong and I haven’t done anything. Don’t frame me. I’m a chaste and pure, upright and honest man!” Ji Mo felt incredibly wronged.
He felt that being a man was difficult, and being a decent man was even more so.
He strode closer to Ying Menglong, intending to forcefully take her pulse for an examination, to thoroughly ascertain the truth and prove his innocence.
Just then, the sky became overcast with dark clouds, and thunder rumbled.
The surrounding hundred and eight peaks shook violently, and pillars of light shot up, intertwining and finally converging into a single point.
That point of light generated a powerful spatial force, distorting the void as if it were a rippling water surface, and something gradually began to emerge.
“Look quickly, what is that?”
“It is said that the hundred and eight peaks contain immense secrets. Could their mystery finally be unveiled now!”
“Heavens, it’s true. Another peak is hidden here.”
Exclamations erupted one after another, and everyone on the scene looked up at the sky, witnessing an astonishing sight.
Mists swirled, and spatial forces surged.
High above in the sky, a mountain of unimaginable size loomed, faintly visible.
However, this great mountain was clearly not in the Immortal Spirit Realm; it seemed to be situated in a dimensional space of its own.
Because Ji Mo had completely conquered the hundred and eight peaks, triggering some condition, a spatial channel was finally opened, revealing this unknown great mountain.
“I can sense fluctuations of many sacred energies. Could this be a divine mountain?”
“Even if it’s not a divine mountain, it must contain countless rare treasures and divine objects. I can already see divine light flashing.”
“Hurry, seize the opportunity, grab the divine objects…”
Many cultivators’ eyes gleamed with avarice. Unable to restrain themselves, they transformed into streaks of light and shot straight towards the sky, flying towards the first hundred and ninth peak that had appeared.
However.
As soon as they approached the entrance, they let out piercing screams, their bodies disintegrating, turning into dust in an instant.
The spatial forces permeating that area easily claimed their lives.
This tragic scene finally dispelled the fervor of the crowd, and no one dared to act rashly anymore.
Everyone immediately took out various communication magical artifacts, relaying the news without delay.
The hundred and ninth peak that had appeared was absolutely extraordinary, and everyone wanted a piece of it, to seize the fortune within.
Some Immortal Emperors speculated that the matter might alarm the Nine Heavens, and perhaps even some Immortal God realm big shots would be interested and participate in the competition.
“This mountain doesn’t seem complete, it’s somewhat broken. Why does it give me a sense of déjà vu?” Ji Mo murmured, observing the faintly visible mountain in the sky.
However, because the appearing channel was too small, it was like peering through a tube at a leopard, making it impossible to see the entire mountain’s appearance. Thus, Ji Mo couldn’t be sure if this was the legendary mountain.
“Miss Menglong, how about you give me a ride?” Ji Mo approached Ying Menglong with a sheepish grin, tugging at her sleeve, making an immodest request.
He couldn’t fly and wanted Ying Menglong to carry him to the vicinity of the channel to observe the great mountain up close.
If possible, he naturally wanted to find a way to break into the spatial channel and ascend the mountain himself for a look.
“You want to ride me again? Shameless!” Ying Menglong’s teeth immediately gnashed in anger, and she fiercely kicked Ji Mo’s calf.
Then, she cried out in pain, clutching her leg and hopping around, tears streaming from her eyes.
She dodged far away like a startled rabbit, afraid Ji Mo would force himself on her.
“Miss Long, make a sacrifice and let me ride you, I won’t treat you poorly.” Ji Mo turned to Long Lingli, winking with a face full of smiles.
Long Lingli swallowed nervously, backing away and shaking her head, then turned and ran, “No, I can’t. I’m not a casual dragon!”
Ji Mo stood in the wind, bewildered. What did they mean? He was a decent person!