The hum of a stone axe, radiant with immortal light and peerlessly sharp, appeared in Ximen Cang’s hand.
He moved with agility, wielding the stone axe as he rapidly approached Ji Mo, roaring and bringing it down with a mighty cleave.
Ji Mo dodged to the side, not daring to meet the blow head-on.
The terrifying energy unleashed by the stone axe instantly ripped off the roof of the grand hall, and its savage sharpness cleaved a fissure dozens of meters long into the ground.
“Let’s join forces and finish this Ji fellow.”
Han Zhu was decisive, no longer harboring thoughts of capturing Ji Mo alive, only wishing to kill him on the spot.
At this moment, she detested Granny Shi to the core. That dead old woman was truly foolish, bringing such a plague god here, practically inviting disaster.
However, as long as they worked together, there was still a chance to deal with Ji Mo.
“Who wants to team up with you? Don’t drag me into your suicidal endeavors.”
Poison Hand Medicine Saint’s heart pounded, having no courage to fight Ji Mo, only wishing to escape in the chaos.
However, he was tragically intercepted by Han Zhu, who commanded in an irrefutable tone, “Medicine Saint, you are responsible for using poison to hold him back. Don’t let Ji Mo escape.”
“Hold him back, my foot! He’s immune to all poisons; my poison attacks are useless against him.”
Poison Hand Medicine Saint’s face was ashen. He very much wanted to persuade them that the wisest course of action would be to flee separately, and resistance was a foolish decision.
But he knew Han Zhu’s character; she was stubborn and wouldn’t listen to his advice.
If Han Zhu were allowed to escape, he certainly wouldn’t fare well.
“Truly useless.”
Han Zhu’s face was filled with disdain as she continued to command forcefully, “Don’t hold back. Release your Jiu bird to join the fight.”
“Fine!”
Poison Hand Medicine Saint dared not disobey, lest Han Zhu eliminate him first.
“Chirp…”
A strange bird, entirely emerald green, was released, emitting a clear chirp.
Its entire body radiated a jade-like luster. As its wings flapped, they stirred powerful air currents, scattering surrounding objects haphazardly.
Its beak was long and sharp, like an immortal spear, emanating a chilling, awe-inspiring gleam.
On the other side, Granny Shi had struggled to her feet again, staring at Ji Mo with intense malice, her yellow teeth grinding audibly.
Her head was bleeding, her white hair matted with blood. She had never suffered such a significant defeat, being knocked down twice in a row by a junior.
Han Zhu, Ximen Cang, Poison Hand Medicine Saint, Granny Shi, and the Jiu bird formed a circle, watching menacingly, surrounding Ji Mo.
Ji Mo felt a pang of unease under their stares. He probed with a tone of negotiation, asking, “As the saying goes, it’s better to resolve enmity than to foster it. How about we call a temporary truce tonight and fight another day?”
This was the stronghold of the Ximen family. Ji Mo worried that continuing the fight would lead to him being surrounded and outnumbered, wishing to escape first.
“Do you think the Ximen family is a place you can come and go as you please?”
Ximen Cang naturally would not let Ji Mo leave. If his defection to the Sea Clan were exposed, he would become a rat crossing the street.
At this moment, the only path forward was to silence him.
He fully activated his cultivation, the stone axe in his hand erupting with an even more brilliant radiance, shooting out hundreds of immortal energy threads, launching his attack.
Whoosh!
A sonic boom suddenly sounded.
At the same time, under Poison Hand Medicine Saint’s command, the Jiu bird launched its assault.
Its speed was terrifyingly fast; afterimages remained where it had been, its true form having transformed into a streak of cyan light, striking towards Ji Mo’s brow.
The Jiu bird’s beak was incredibly hard, and when combined with its terrifying speed, it was virtually indestructible.
The fearsome penetrating power it unleashed could easily pierce the bodies of Immortal Realm powerhouses. Moreover, due to its potent poison, it could even threaten Immortal Emperor realm cultivators, making it extremely troublesome.
With this Jiu bird, Poison Hand Medicine Saint had easily assassinated many formidable opponents.
The Jiu bird’s speed was so fast that the naked eye could no longer track it, and even divine sense had no time to react. In an instant, it arrived.
Then, Ji Mo, who had been single-handedly practicing for years, showed even more astonishing hand speed.
At the moment of close contact, he grabbed the Jiu bird’s beak.
Immediately, using the Jiu bird as a weapon, he swung it towards the cleaving stone axe.
This directly sent Ximen Cang, axe and all, flying backward.
The Jiu bird let out a tragic cry, its body a bloody mess. This collision had nearly ripped it open and killed it outright, causing it to faint.
“My bird, my bird is gone.”
Poison Hand Medicine Saint was heartbroken. This was his precious treasure, and it was gone after the first encounter.
He inwardly hated Han Zhu. If not for that foolish woman forcing him to act, how could this have happened?
“I heard Jiu soup tastes delicious and is very nourishing. My late-night snack is sorted.”
Ji Mo grinned foolishly, surprised by his good luck that someone had brought him a late-night snack.
Just then.
Han Zhu also made her move.
The two clam shells behind her detached themselves, countless peculiar patterns on them shining as they rapidly enlarged.
“Bind!”
With Han Zhu’s sharp cry, the clam shells instantly appeared on either side of Ji Mo and, with a “swish,” closed, trapping him between them.
She chanted incantations, unleashing an extremely profound control-type immortal art. Within the clam shells, chains of laws intertwined, coiling around Ji Mo’s body.
“Ah, it’s squeezing so tightly!”
Ji Mo couldn’t help but let out a muffled groan.
The clam shells were compressing rapidly, not only restraining his movements but also seeming to be grinding him into pieces.
“Shameless! Die!”
Han Zhu, thinking of something, blushed and urged, “I’ve got him trapped! Quickly, take this opportunity to kill this scoundrel.”
“I’ll smash his dog head!”
Ximen Cang, blood trickling from his mouth, leaped up from the ground, raising the stone axe with both hands and ferociously smashing it towards Ji Mo’s head.
His entire body glowed, the stone axe in his hands radiating immense light, infused with all his immortal power as he brought it down with destructive force.
Ji Mo’s scalp tingled, and he instinctively closed his eyes.
Rumble!
A world-shattering explosion occurred.
The vast grand hall instantly turned into ruins, even affecting a large area of nearby buildings.
Ximen Cang, coughing up blood, was sent flying backward.
“Excellent, we’ve finally killed this fellow!”
Poison Hand Medicine Saint squinted his eyes, seeing that Ximen Cang was left with only half a handle of the axe. The powerful immortal axe had actually been destroyed.
He wore a triumphant smile.
With such terrifying attack power, even an ordinary Immortal Emperor would likely fall, their head smashed to pulp.
However, when he turned his head, his smile froze instantly, his eyes nearly popping out in shock.
Ji Mo was perfectly fine, not even a single hair out of place.
What kind of monster was this?
Had his physical body reached the stage of indestructible diamond?
Poison Hand Medicine Saint dared not linger any longer and immediately made his escape.
“Such a powerful physique must have drawbacks. There must be a weak point somewhere in his body. Let’s see if I can’t stab him to death.”
Granny Shi refused to believe it. She immediately took out two steel needles, about as thick as fingers and a foot long. One was aimed at Ji Mo’s eyes, and the other at his perineum.
Ji Mo opened his eyes and happened to see this scene, his body trembling in fright.
This old hag was too wicked, specifically targeting the most vulnerable parts of a man’s body.
Although he had just confirmed that his head was tough enough, Ji Mo couldn’t guarantee that his lower region was equally resilient. Startled, he shook his hands, shattering the clam shells on his body.
Then, he kicked Granny Shi, who was lunging to stab him.
Granny Shi was torn apart, her blood splashing all over Han Zhu’s face.
Han Zhu finally showed a look of terror, screaming, “Ximen Cang, quickly use your Ximen family’s Evil Prison Shadow Kill Formation! Kill him at all costs!”
Ximen Cang’s expression flickered. The Evil Prison Shadow Kill Formation was the Ximen family’s greatest and final trump card, possessing immense power that could slay Immortal Emperors.
Once activated, it would result in mutual destruction, and the entire Ximen family would be annihilated.
“What are you still considering? Tonight, it’s either him or us. He’s so ferocious, how could he possibly let you go? Don’t hesitate. The Sea Clan will compensate you doubly in the future.”
Han Zhu shouted. In any case, the Ximen family was the one suffering losses, and she felt no psychological pressure.
As she spoke, she was already fleeing outward.
Upon hearing this, Ximen Cang finally made up his mind. He took out a rhombus-shaped item and threw it at Ji Mo.
At the same time, he turned and fled frantically.
The rhombus-shaped item instantly shattered, releasing streams of evil figures that entangled Ji Mo.
Immediately.
A series of terrifying explosions occurred, and the entire Ximen family was engulfed in flames.