If I can't beat him, I'll just run. With so many people, someone will eventually stop you. What can you do to me?
"Get lost. You dream of us submitting to you? Didn't you hear? Your era is over," Ye Bao said.
At this moment, he was pleasantly surprised to find that after a moment, his cultivation was slowly recovering, and he could unleash divine abilities again.
If his situation was like this, then others must be in the same boat.
As long as everyone worked together, killing him would be no problem.
He thought he might see a turning point, but then Mo Qi shook his head: "Alas, you are beyond saving. Follow me and count to three: one, two..."
People couldn't help but laugh: "Is he perhaps a lunatic?"
However, at this moment, Mo Qi counted "three," and their smiles froze on their faces. Then they fell backward onto the ground, dead as doornails.
A commotion arose from the crowd: "What happened? What exactly happened? I don't understand!"
Ye Wei's originally relaxed face was tinged with seriousness: "He does have some skill. Well, Elder Fan, Elder Peng, please clear away this weeds."
Elder Fan snorted: "This kind of trash requires both of us, who are at the Golden Saint cultivation, to make a move? If that's the case, then we're not far from extinction."
Ye Wei's expression was grim, but with a formidable enemy at hand, it was a time when he needed people. He didn't dare to offend him lightly.
After thinking for a moment, he decided to let his own brothers handle it! They wouldn't refuse.
So he turned to Ye Changfeng on the other side and said, "Changfeng, go and deal with this little bastard."
Ye Changfeng acknowledged, his figure flashing as he arrived before Mo Qi. He looked down at Mo Qi with disdain: "I don't know if you are Ye Yun. If not, don't come here to die; if you are, I advise you to stop now, because the Liuyun Tribe has developed far beyond your imagination. The Ye Yun of that year was indeed formidable, but you are clearly not at your peak. The victor becomes king, the loser becomes a bandit. Your father's era is over, and you must learn to accept your fate. Just like Ye Qingqing, we actually treated her kindly at first, but she always failed to see reality, always maintained a princess's demeanor, bossing people around, and even shouting for us to raise our troops and charge out to avenge your father. Therefore, what happened later, and everything she endured, was her own doing..."
Mo Qi suppressed his surging anger and said in a deep voice, "So, when children of eleven or twelve years old bossed you around, you couldn't stand it? The reason you couldn't stand it was probably because she didn't have a king as her father? It was probably because she had no one to support her, was lonely and helpless, and was easier to bully?"
"If you want to think that way, I can't help it, but that's the reality, and you just can't see it. As for hatred, who doesn't have any? We were all living in luxury and wealth back then, but now we have to huddle in this desolate land. Do you think we don't hate? We hate it too, but we accept our fate."
Mo Qi was so angry he almost spat blood: "Your acceptance of fate does not give you the right to transfer your hatred and bully the weak."
Ye Changfeng also felt that he had been as benevolent as he could be. He had said all that needed to be said, and if Mo Qi still wouldn't listen, then he couldn't be blamed.
He waved his hand: "Stop the nonsense. If you don't accept your fate today, you will die here. This is your destiny."
Mo Qi gave a bitter smile: "Originally, after tens of thousands of years, I no longer cared about wealth or power. I never thought of competing for anything, but you challenged my bottom line. You bullied my family, which made me determined to take back everything we lost and eradicate all of you heartless beasts!"
Ye Changfeng laughed heartily: "You can boast before you die. After you're done boasting, I'll send you on your way."
As he spoke, Ye Changfeng produced a sword.
The sword was about three feet long, exuding a chilling aura, its green light dazzling, making it impossible to look at directly.
Facing sword with sword is the best course of action!
Mo Qi also drew the Xuanyuan Sword!
The Xuanyuan Sword could look down upon all beings in the Star World, an absolute divine weapon. However, when it arrived here, for some reason, it seemed a bit shabby.
Perhaps it noticed it itself, and under the disdain of the opposite sword, it dared not shine, and it felt as if it were trembling.
What a waste! Mo Qi even wanted to put it away, but Ye Changfeng had already attacked.
He could only grit his teeth and thrust his sword to meet the attack.
Ye Changfeng's cultivation was high, his footwork strange, and coupled with the spiritual nature of the sword, he quickly gained the upper hand.
As he wielded his sword techniques, the sword light flowed and extended in the air like a silken ribbon, constantly circling and moving around Mo Qi.
Mo Qi employed his ultimate footwork, weaving through the silken ribbons. A moment's carelessness and he would be hit.
However, those light shadows could not only stab and cut, but they could also explode. The crackling sounds of explosions were incessant, sparks flying everywhere. No matter how Mo Qi dodged, he was still injured, his face contorted in pain, and sweat pouring down his brow.
Ye Changfeng advanced, engaging in close combat at any moment, suddenly thrusting his precious sword at Mo Qi. The range of the silken ribbons expanded, shrinking Mo Qi's space to move, making him appear increasingly disheveled.
Facing the physical attacks of the opponent's precious sword, he could only block with the Xuanyuan Sword. To his surprise, after several blocks, the Xuanyuan Sword shattered.
Mo Qi had no time to grieve. He hastily took out the Creation Jade Plate, just as Ye Changfeng thrust his sword.
Seeing that Mo Qi could not dodge, Ye Changfeng laughed triumphantly: "You are quite good. I believe you are Ye Yun, not by your appearance, but by the spirit in your combat, it's exactly the same. It's a pity that you haven't recovered at all, you are still far from it. To be honest, if you weren't Ye Yun, I might have let you go. But since you are the true Ye Yun, you must die. Because your father's death, besides Gonggong's involvement, the final blows from me, Ye Gang, Ye Xiaochen, and others played a significant role."
This news struck Mo Qi like a bolt from the blue, leaving him stunned.
With a *swish*, Ye Changfeng's sword pierced Mo Qi's chest, blood gushing out and instantly dyeing the ground.
"Hahaha..." Ye Changfeng laughed wantonly, "How about that? This is fate. Your father died by my hand, and you will die by my hand, and your sister will also die by my hand. What do you think? Not convinced? Bite me!"
"Why? He was your own brother!" Mo Qi asked, confused and unwilling.
"Did he consider me his brother? He was the ruler, and I was the subject. He always treated me as a tool, and in front of him, I dared not even lift my head or breathe too loudly. Do you know how suppressed I was? Do you know how happy I felt when I killed him?" Ye Changfeng laughed heartily.
"Besides you, Ye Gang, and Ye Xiaochen, who else was there? Since I'm going to die anyway, you might as well tell me," Mo Qi asked, his face twisted in pain.
"There was also Ye Kui, wasn't he killed by you?"
"So that's how it is. No wonder I thought he deserved to die," Mo Qi said. Suddenly, his face became relaxed, as if free from pain.
Was it a final burst of energy? Ye Changfeng found it very strange.
He pushed the sword a bit further, and more blood spurted out.
That's more like it! Ye Changfeng felt greatly satisfied and ecstatic.
However, at this moment, Mo Qi's eyes were filled with ferocity: "You are utterly wicked and worse than beasts. Today, I will send you to meet my father, and then let my father judge you."
Ye Changfeng's heart trembled slightly. What was going on?
He, a dying man, had actually startled him.
Wasn't that pathetic?
But then he felt it was normal. Every dying person would have regrets, and with regrets, they would speak harsh words, like "I won't let you go even as a ghost," or "Eighteen years later, I'll be a good man again," or "I'll seek revenge in the next life..." What good was all that?
"You can say whatever harsh words you want, speak your mind freely, because I'm going to stab you to death anyway. I'll stab..." He pushed the sword in a few more inches.
What a strange feeling, as if it couldn't penetrate. What a thick physique!
At this moment, eerily, Mo Qi suddenly appeared behind him. The Creation Jade Plate unfurled, and a white light flashed, causing Ye Changfeng's eyes to squint.
Mo Qi seized the opportunity, holding the Creation Jade Plate, and struck it down on Ye Changfeng's head: "Evil will be rewarded with evil. You will eventually pay the price for your sins."
However, the strike missed. Ye Changfeng dodged and escaped!
He suddenly appeared behind Mo Qi, still with a smiling face: "I almost fell for your trick. You even have a clone. Not bad, not bad, but it's not enough!"
As he spoke, he wielded his sword, and several silken ribbons struck Mo Qi simultaneously.
"You're wrong, that wasn't a clone," Mo Qi shook his head, simultaneously pulling his hands apart from the center.
The air split, and the silken ribbons were forcibly separated, turning to the sides.
The air continued to split forward, spreading out in an instant, and forcibly tearing Ye Changfeng's body in half.
Mo Qi stepped forward, walked to the two halves of the body, and said, "This is a spatial technique!"
Both halves of Ye Changfeng's face showed surprise: "It is said that mastering spatial techniques allows one to control the world. It seems we were truly mistaken."
"You were mistaken. Under normal circumstances, I would give others a chance, but you didn't. Neither did Ye Gang, nor Ye Xiaochen." Mo Qi stepped down and crushed half of Ye Changfeng's head.
The other half of his body also gasped its last breath!
Ye Gang stood up!
Ye Changfeng was actually killed!
This shocked him greatly!
Could it be that he was really going to challenge the entire clan by himself today?
That was naturally impossible. He could still handle that little bit of cultivation!
But how could he make a move so casually?
He should let others block him first!
He then turned his gaze to Elder Fan and Elder Peng.
These two old fellows, with great tacit understanding, stepped before Mo Qi, their expressions arrogant.
Seeing Mo Qi kill Ye Changfeng, the tribesmen below were somewhat flustered. At this moment, seeing the two elders step forward, their hearts were greatly reassured.
"Now it's stable, he's definitely going to die!"
"Either one of these elders can defeat him, let alone both of them going up together."
"It's a bit like using a butcher's cleaver to kill a chicken for the two elders to deal with this bastard, but so be it. A chicken dies in any way it dies."