As Mo Qi was dealing with Cang Shan, Mo Qi suddenly burst in.
He seized the opportunity when the other was unprepared and forcefully pushed the explosive pill made from the purple jade cushion.
The purple jade cushion itself possessed astonishing power, so the might of the explosive pill crafted from it was beyond imagination.
Wang Kui was unaware of its potency. Had he known, he might have fled.
But he foolishly struck out with a palm, attempting to swat it away.
A deafening roar, like the heavens collapsing and the earth shattering, erupted. A blinding white light instantly shot outwards, engulfing the surrounding area.
Mo Qi, pulling Cang Shan, fled rapidly into the distance, narrowly leaping out of the ball of white light.
As for Wang Kui, he was sent flying the moment the white light exploded, only to be sucked back in and then flung out again.
He then landed outside the circle, stumbled, and barely managed to regain his footing.
He still wasn't dead from this?
This time, it was Mo Qi's turn to be frustrated.
Having used all his skills, both his signature moves and others, and still failing to defeat him, he felt a true sense of despair.
Initially, he had fought with all his might. Later, a sneaky idea struck him – perhaps a surprise attack could turn the tide.
Who would have thought that even though the surprise attack succeeded, he still couldn't kill him.
At this moment, his thoughts mirrored Wang Kui's: How could he be so tenacious?
However, Wang Kui's resilience at least gave Mo Qi a glimmer of hope.
He immediately unleashed the Dragon-Subduing Pearl.
That ten-thousand-zhang radiance swept down, seemingly destroying heaven and earth.
Wang Kui's chest seethed with fury. Looking at Mo Qi, he also felt a sense of helplessness.
But he knew he couldn't afford to be careless. He immediately formed his fingers into a claw, sending out palm shadows that barely managed to withstand the radiance of the Dragon-Subduing Pearl.
Under normal circumstances, he would have easily knocked away the Dragon-Subduing Pearl. But at this moment, he was indeed injured.
The extent of his weakness frightened even himself.
He even began to consider fleeing.
Because continuing the stalemate would only put him at a disadvantage, and he might even die here.
Just then, a flash of light flickered in the sky, and two figures arrived one after another.
Mo Qi initially thought his reinforcements had arrived and felt a moment of quiet joy. But with his peripheral vision, he inwardly cried out in despair.
The appearance of the two was similar to Wang Kui's. Clearly, Wang Kui's reinforcements had come.
Wang Kui was overjoyed. "Shuiyin, Shi Sheng, hurry over and help!"
The one called Shuiyin was shorter than anyone else and rather plump. Hearing this, he couldn't help but frown. "Old Wang, what can I say about you? How did you let someone at the Human Immortal cultivation level get into such a state?"
Shi Sheng also spoke with disdain. "We were waiting for you to return. You said you'd be back soon, but you've been gone for half the day. If we hadn't come looking for you, you probably would have died here, wouldn't you?"
Wang Kui, struggling to hold on, grumbled with effort, "Stop with the sarcastic remarks, hurry up and help."
Shi Sheng and Shuiyin exchanged glances and said in unison, "You go!"
While they were pushing the responsibility onto each other, Mo Qi suddenly exerted all his strength. The radiance surged, rapidly devouring the palm shadows.
Simultaneously, he held the Xuanyuan Sword and unleashed the "Heavenly Flying Immortal Sword Technique." A flash of white light streaked past, and Mo Qi's figure appeared behind Wang Kui.
Wang Kui's eyes widened as he looked down at himself.
A cut appeared at his waist, from which blood was gushing.
Then his upper body toppled over. His lower body took a few steps before also falling.
Shuiyin and Shi Sheng were still bickering: "You go!"
"No, you go!"
With a turn of their heads, they saw that Wang Kui was actually dead!
Both of them froze for a moment.
Then, they both changed their tune: "I'll go!"
"I'll go!"
Almost simultaneously, the two attacked Mo Qi.
"Myriad Nations Divine Lamps," "Three Thousand Annihilation Threads!"
Dense lamps surged outwards, striking towards Mo Qi.
At the same time, countless strands of hair swept towards him.
The cultivation of these two was comparable to Wang Kui's.
Anyone could have easily annihilated Mo Qi, let alone two of them attacking together.
But Mo Qi felt that killing one was already worth it.
He immediately unleashed the Dragon-Subduing Pearl and swept it down.
With a thunderous roar, the dense red lamps exploded one after another, creating a field of red light in the air.
The surging air currents, like a tidal wave, swept forward, shattering the radiance from Mo Qi's Dragon-Subduing Pearl, and then continued to surge forward.
The Dragon-Subduing Pearl trembled in the air and instead shot towards Mo Qi.
The dense strands of hair were also pulverized in the explosion.
Shi Sheng stomped his foot in anger. "You, how can you be so indiscriminate between friend and foe?"
Mo Qi, suffering the backlash, was pushed backward, tumbling in a dizzying mess.
Shuiyin, having gained the upper hand, closed in and waved his hand, sending another barrage of dense red lamps sweeping towards Mo Qi.
More explosions echoed, and a sea of red light spread.
Mo Qi scrambled and rolled, unable to escape. He was swept up again, lifted into the air, and then suddenly fell, losing consciousness.
In a daze, he saw another wave of red light approaching him.
There was no way to dodge it.
This time, he was surely dead!
In his hazy state, he saw a white figure rushing towards him, and then a white light replaced the red one.
Then, light and shadow flickered, and many people arrived, all unfamiliar faces.
They were oddly shaped and varied in appearance.
They fought in a chaotic manner for a while, and then argued for a while.
Mo Qi's head was swimming. He tried desperately to discern what they were arguing about.
All he heard was a cacophony.
However, he vaguely heard someone say, "Kill him!"
And someone else said, "We can't kill him."
Others discussed cooperation, objectives, the timing not being right, and not wanting to alert the enemy.
Finally, it devolved into a complete uproar.
Then, he closed his eyes.
He believed he had died.
However, not long after, a gentle breeze blew, waking him.
Mo Qi slowly opened his eyes.
Before him was a delicate woman's face!
Fair skin, cherry lips, an intelligent nose, and eyes that blinked as if they could speak.
It was an unfamiliar face, yet it seemed vaguely familiar.
She was kneeling on the ground, scrutinizing him.
Mo Qi suddenly sat up, startling her into standing as well.
He then realized that when she stood, she was not much taller than him when he was seated.
Petite and delicate, she gave the impression of not being human!
On either side of her body were two phantom outlines, like the silhouette of wings. This stirred some memories in Mo Qi.
"Did you save me?"
The woman nodded.
"Who are you?" Mo Qi asked, somewhat bewildered.
"Heh heh," the woman smiled slightly, her voice melodious and sweet, refreshing his very soul. "Tell me your name first?"
"Mo Qi!"
"My name is Yao Shuang," the woman said with a smile. "Actually, I already knew your name. I just wanted to confirm."
At this moment, she suddenly began to stroke her slightly protruding abdomen.
Only then did Mo Qi notice that she was pregnant.
For some reason, he felt a pang of disappointment!
"This child, it's yours," Yao Shuang suddenly said, nearly causing Mo Qi's soul to depart his body.
As Mo Qi's mind became increasingly muddled, Yao Shuang lowered her head and softly said, "Child, does your surname really mean Mo? Did you hear that?"
All his memories flooded back into his brain. Mo Qi superimposed the image of the girl before him with the fleeting glimpse he had of her years ago in Dragon Bone Mountain. He realized that he had been mistaken all along; it wasn't Pei Ru Xue!
But, something still felt wrong.
Several years had passed. If there were a child, wouldn't it have been born by now?
How could she still be pregnant?
Mo Qi simply stared fixedly at her slightly rounded belly, swallowing hard.
Yao Shuang, noticing his confusion, smiled again and said, "For us Asura, the gestation period for our children is eighteen years."
That made sense!
Mo Qi was overcome with emotion, feeling an urge to cry!
Life's ups and downs were too rapid.
One moment he was struggling on the brink of death, and the next, he was told there was a pregnancy!
Such emotional swings could be fatal; he felt his veins might burst.
Excitedly, he reached out towards her bulging abdomen, but then felt it was too forward and suddenly withdrew his hand.
"Do you want to listen?" Yao Shuang said softly.
Her gentle voice was like a gentle breeze caressing his heart!
Mo Qi nodded, blushing unexpectedly.
He had only intended to touch it, but she had actually invited him to listen!
Then, Yao Shuang took a step forward, her lower abdomen now right before his eyes!
Mo Qi's heart pounded violently. Gathering his courage, he pressed his ear against it.
At that moment, three hearts beat at the same rhythm.
Mo Qi's emotions churned like a stormy sea.
He forgot the clamor of the mortal world!
He forgot the grudges of past lives!
He forgot fame, fortune, and wealth!
He forgot his glorious mission!
Only this moment mattered!
Yao Shuang suddenly extended her delicate, jade-like hand and gently stroked his face, sending a jolt through him. He remained stunned for a long time.
Without any warning, Yao Shuang suddenly said, "I have to go."
Mo Qi's heart sank to the bottom. He pulled his face away from her abdomen and looked up at her in surprise. "Where to?"
"The Asura Realm!" Yao Shuang said calmly.
Mo Qi could tell that despite her efforts to remain composed, she couldn't hide her deep sense of helplessness!
"Why do you have to go back? And if you were going back, why did you come here?" Mo Qi asked, somewhat confused.
"The Asura Realm is a sealed world. We constantly yearn to break free. We want to reclaim the destiny that the Nine Heavens Gods stole from us and change our fate of perpetual humiliation. This will inevitably lead to war, but in my current state, I am temporarily unsuitable for such an environment," Yao Shuang said softly.
"Do you hate me?" Mo Qi couldn't help but ask.
After asking, he cursed himself inwardly for asking such a foolish question.
"I did, but I don't anymore," Yao Shuang's face beamed with a smile. "I've observed you, and I believe it would be much better to have you as my husband than as my enemy."
Mo Qi sighed softly. "However, our positions may still be in opposition."
Yao Shuang shook her head. "It's too early to discuss positions. In dense fog, you must walk ten feet before you can see what lies twenty feet ahead."
Mo Qi suddenly smiled. "I suddenly feel as though we met too late."
Yao Shuang also smiled. "Fate brings those who are meant to meet together, even across a thousand miles!"
That smile, like a gentle breeze carrying dew, was as shy as ever, capable of toppling nations and captivating hearts.
Mo Qi was mesmerized!