Mo Qi flicked his fingers, sending countless arrow energies raining down on Yang Erlang like a downpour.
Yang Erlang frantically spun his Tri-pointed, Double-edged Halberd. Light and shadow flowed, instantly forming a disc of illusory light, impenetrable.
The arrow energies struck the halberd, producing a continuous clatter. Sparks flew in all directions like raindrops, a dazzling spectacle.
Though he blocked the sharpness of the arrow energies, he could not block their might. The silent yet overwhelmingly powerful spiritual force within the strikes buffeted Yang Erlang’s body wave after wave, forcing him to retreat repeatedly. His blood churned, and he felt as if he would vomit blood.
“Pangu Divine Power, Heaven Shaker!”
A white light ignited in Mo Qi’s palm and then shot out, spinning towards Yang Erlang.
Before the light energy reached him, the entire space trembled.
As the light energy drew closer, the spatial tremors intensified.
Yang Erlang first felt the surrounding space vibrating uncontrollably. Then, from the inside out, he felt his body tearing apart due to the spatial vibrations, being ripped asunder from within.
The pain was irresistible. Yang Erlang instinctively retreated rapidly.
He finally realized that he truly couldn't defeat his opponent. Though unwilling to admit it, his status as a prodigy was genuinely challenged.
He recalled the boast the other party had made earlier, saying he was a giant!
He wasn't a giant, but he still couldn't win.
He was vexed. He knew the other party was boasting, yet he couldn't call him out. Instead, his own face felt hot with shame!
At this moment, Mo Qi’s attacks grew fiercer, like a relentless tide, each wave higher than the last, making it impossible to breathe.
Suddenly, the clouds dispersed, and the wind calmed.
Mo Qi abruptly ceased his assault.
Yang Erlang was still spinning his Tri-pointed, Double-edged Halberd, panting heavily.
“It’s alright now, child, it’s alright,” Mo Qi reassured him.
Yang Erlang finally stopped his movements, staring at Mo Qi in astonishment.
Mo Qi straightened his body against the wind, instantly growing a few inches taller: “Don’t be surprised. I just wanted to show you the gap between us.”
Scars forgotten, pain ignored!
Yang Erlang remained unconvinced and immediately thrust his Tri-pointed, Double-edged Halberd towards Mo Qi again.
Mo Qi disdained to fight him further. He then patted his storage bag and released the Golden Flood Dragon Scissors.
The Golden Flood Dragon Scissors roared and flew towards Yang Erlang.
Yang Erlang swiftly blocked with his halberd.
A continuous clang of metal on metal resounded, sparks flying, and golden stars scattering.
The Golden Flood Dragon Scissors were actually fighting Yang Erlang to a standstill!
However, Mo Qi sat leisurely to the side, becoming an observer!
The little fellow, after chasing the Sky-Hounding Dog for a while, found it boring and ran back, also observing from the side. Later, it burrowed into Mo Qi’s storage bag to sleep.
Yang Erlang, in the midst of the battle, was so enraged he felt like spitting blood. Several times he tried to charge at Mo Qi but was entangled by the Golden Flood Dragon Scissors, unable to break free.
Mo Qi shook his head and shouted at the Golden Flood Dragon Scissors: “Little Flood Dragon, if you don’t take him down, you won’t get any pills later.”
The Golden Flood Dragon Scissors immediately seemed possessed. Its entire body began to glow, it spun with great speed, moving freely, and launched a fierce assault on Yang Erlang.
Yang Erlang was momentarily overwhelmed, fending off attacks with difficulty and retreating continuously.
However, Mo Qi felt a tinge of disappointment. It was a pity to have such a graceful and decisive battle without an audience.
He looked around and was surprised to find Ge Xiang hiding in a corner behind him, not having left yet.
Mo Qi’s heart bloomed with joy. He casually plucked a flower, flashed over, and presented the fresh bloom before Ge Xiang’s eyes: “Sister Ge Xiang, have you seen enough? Are you looking at me, or at me fighting?”
Ge Xiang instinctively reached out to take the flower, then looked confused: “Is there a difference?”
“Of course, there’s a difference. Looking at me makes you a flower admirer, and looking at me fight makes you a martial arts fanatic. Are you a flower admirer or a martial arts fanatic?” Mo Qi chuckled.
Even the spirited Ge Xiang couldn’t help but blush: “Don’t flatter yourself. I’m neither. I’m just watching the excitement.”
Then she changed the subject: “Stop showing off here. Leave quickly. If the Sect Master returns, he’ll surely dismember you and then stew you into a pulp.”
Mo Qi clicked his tongue repeatedly: “I didn’t expect your mouth, besides denigrating others, can also show concern.”
Ge Xiang glared at him: “Your hands, besides killing, are also unruly. You haven’t done anything good.”
“Except giving you flowers,” Mo Qi winked.
Ge Xiang curled her lips: “Are those flowers yours?”
Mo Qi couldn’t win the argument and felt it was pointless to debate with her. He asked: “Isn’t Sister Shui Han here?”
“Sister Shui Han?” Ge Xiang’s eyes widened in anger. She threw the flower in her hand to the ground and turned to leave. “In Sky City, go find her there.”
Ge Xiang’s graceful figure disappeared. Mo Qi felt a little dejected and also somewhat bewildered: “What’s wrong with her? Why did she turn hostile so suddenly?”
Taking advantage of the Golden Flood Dragon Scissors engaging Yang Erlang, Mo Qi went to fill several bottles with Heavenly Pool Jade Dew. He then returned to the stable. The entire process was swift and clean, with no one obstructing him.
At this moment, under the continuous attacks of the Golden Flood Dragon Scissors, Yang Erlang was struggling, gradually showing signs of defeat.
Yang Erlang was furious. Today, he had to re-evaluate himself.
He never expected that not only could he not deal with Mo Qi, but he couldn’t even handle a magic treasure he had released.
The saying, “I could win with my eyes closed,” actually originated from him.
The more Yang Erlang thought about it, the more dejected he became. All his accumulated arrogance was instantly extinguished.
Meanwhile, the Golden Flood Dragon Scissors fought more vigorously, pressing their advantage.
Suddenly, Yang Erlang shook his body and transformed into Mo Qi’s likeness.
The Golden Flood Dragon Scissors tore open with two snips. Just as it was about to strike, it saw Mo Qi and dared not act rashly, immediately freezing.
While it was stunned, Yang Erlang’s body vanished from its spot.
The Golden Flood Dragon Scissors spun in place, somewhat bewildered.
Mo Qi knew that Yang Erlang had unleashed the Eighty-Nine Profound Arts and had escaped into the distance as a gust of wind!
He was not to be outdone. He recalled the Golden Flood Dragon Scissors and immediately unleashed the Eighty-Nine Profound Arts himself, also transforming into a gust of wind to pursue Yang Erlang.
Yang Erlang suddenly transformed into a bag in mid-air, opening its mouth to try and collect the wind.
Mo Qi hurriedly transformed into a sword and lunged towards the bag.
Yang Erlang then transformed into an eagle and rapidly flew away.
“I didn’t expect you to know the Eighty-Nine Profound Arts too.”
Mo Qi transformed into a roc and pursued from behind.
The two chased and fled in the sky, constantly changing forms.
At this moment, Long Qi, outside the mountain gate, watched the two figures in the sky constantly changing and chasing each other, feeling confused: Were they both using the Eighty-Nine Profound Arts?
If one was Yang Erlang, then who was the other?
Things had become complicated!
Driven by curiosity, she leaped up and pursued the two streaks of light that alternately separated and merged.
Mo Qi pursued Yang Erlang, heading directly for Boundary Marker Pass.
He had complete control of the situation. If he wanted to kill Yang Erlang, it would be as easy as lifting a hand.
However, on one hand, he wanted Yang Erlang to lead him to the front lines of the two armies. On the other hand, he truly found Yang Erlang too weak and disdained to use lethal force. It was merely a playful mood that made him toy with him all the way.
Yang Erlang went to the military camp, and Mo Qi pursued him to the camp.
At this time, the Twelve Golden Immortals, Jade Treasure Heavenly Venerate, Supreme Treasure Heavenly Venerate, Burning Lamp, Southern Pole Immortal Elder, Yun Zhongzi, and the Two Sages of the West had all gone to break the formation. Jiang Xia, Li Sanlang, Li Dalang, Li Erlang, and others were guarding the camp and were not qualified to break the formation at all.
Yang Erlang had used all seventy-two transformations but still couldn’t shake off Mo Qi. He felt extremely melancholic. Why did I have to show off? Why did I have to provoke this freak?
Regardless, since he had fled into the camp, he still hoped others would help him resist. Thus, he began to shout at the top of his lungs: “Uncle-Master, save me! Someone is chasing me.”
Li Sanlang was the most eager. Upon hearing the shout, he immediately ran out from inside: “Who is it? Who is so bold?”
At this moment, Mo Qi was behind Yang Erlang, following him like a burning fire at his heels. Li Sanlang couldn’t even see who it was clearly before he immediately glared at his Wind Fire Wheels, emitting a whistling sound, and flashed before Mo Qi, raising his golden brick to smash towards Mo Qi’s forehead.
Due to the excessive speed, Mo Qi couldn’t dodge. He instinctively raised his right hand to block.
As if guided by a divine hand, stars flowed in his hand. A black shadow unleashed countless dense star clusters, which expanded infinitely. However, they clearly paused, as if restricted by some bottleneck, and the entities that should have expanded indefinitely ceased their diffusion. Yet, they still covered the sky with immense momentum.
Li Sanlang instantly regretted it. He felt a force from the depths of darkness pressing down on his soul, involuntarily feeling sadness and despair.
He instinctively retreated, but it was too late. The star clusters spun into a massive vortex, almost swallowing him.
At this moment, Yang Erlang continued to flee for his life, not looking back.
Li Sanlang was in despair. At this moment, he also saw Mo Qi’s face clearly.
It was him again!
Li Sanlang’s teeth ached with hatred, but there was nothing he could do. He couldn’t win no matter what. He could only resign himself to fate. Was he going to be listed among the fallen?
Just then, a ray of light flashed. “Immortal Slaying Flying Dagger!” A blade-shaped light energy arrived in the air and slammed into the star river, shattering it. The star river broke apart, and ten thousand starlight streams still roared out from the center.
The Immortal Slaying Flying Dagger circled back, suddenly emitting a brilliant light. It twisted in the air, shredding those starlight streams into pieces.
The Immortal Slaying Flying Dagger flew back into the tent.
Li Sanlang happened to fly out of that area. Affected by the residual force, he was knocked to the ground, sustaining minor injuries. Fortunately, he kept his life.
An old Daoist priest with white hair and a white beard, slightly hunched, emerged from a tent. His face held a look of confusion as he scrutinized Mo Qi: “How do you know the Outer-Heaven Divine Art, Star Sea Illusory Flow? Are you an extraterrestrial?”
Mo Qi shook his head: “No, I merely learned this technique by chance.”
At this moment, Mo Qi suddenly noticed that a lock of hair hanging by his temple had turned white.
It seemed that what Qin Xiao had said was true. His cultivation was insufficient, and forcefully using the Star Sea Illusory Flow would shorten his lifespan.
He should use the Star Sea Illusory Flow less in the future.
The old Daoist priest’s confusion deepened. He held the Immortal Slaying Flying Dagger in his palm, and it spun incessantly, shimmering with radiance: “This is an object from beyond the heavens. Let’s see if you can withstand it.”