Mo Qi was sent flying backward amidst the explosive sounds. Thanks to the battle suit's enhancement, although he appeared to be swept away like fallen leaves in a gale, his body sustained no substantial damage.
Yet, he feigned stumbling, swaying unsteadily, before collapsing to the ground, unable to rise for a long time.
Wu Siqi, inside the house, saw this and intended to come out. Mo Qi, spotting him from afar, made a gesture for him to "stay put," preventing him from emerging.
Then, he pretended to struggle to his feet, soaring into the air. Mid-flight, he formed a hand seal, and a ripple appeared before him. Within the ripple, sharp arrows connected, then merged into a larger, single arrow that spanned the heavens and earth. Mo Qi pointed his finger, and the arrow's light surged, instantly striking another palm print unleashed by Wang Dao. With a burst, the light shattered like glass and then dissipated. Mo Qi was once again sent flying backward. However, he quickly regained his footing and unleashed another arrow of light, thus countering the opponent's palm prints with his arrow light.
Wang Dao held the advantage in speed, always striking first and always sending Mo Qi flying backward in a disheveled state.
"Is that all!" Wang Dao gradually gained a comprehensive understanding of Mo Qi's cultivation, a hint of disdain appearing at the corner of his mouth.
"Just a Nascent Soul stage cultivator, yet he dares to speak so arrogantly, looking down on everyone. I am at least at the late Nascent Soul stage, dealing with him is more than enough."
However, as time wore on, he secretly marveled at Mo Qi's resilience. Under normal circumstances, the opponent should have been unable to get up from the ground long ago. How could this fellow stand up so quickly after being knocked down each time? Every time he felt the opponent could not possibly get up again, he would, inexplicably, stand.
But Wang Dao, possessing extensive combat experience, cautioned himself internally to remain calm and patient, not to rush. He firmly believed he would eventually defeat the opponent. After all, he was always in control of the situation; defeating the opponent was only a matter of time.
While constantly countering the opponent, Mo Qi also continuously shifted his position. Wang Dao had to constantly turn and sidestep, simultaneously unleashing palm prints. These palm prints followed one after another, reaching Mo Qi in an instant, their speed astonishing. Mo Qi, while moving, attempted to evade an attack and then find an opportunity to counter. But after a moment, he realized it was utterly futile. Wang Dao's spiritual power was profound, and his palm prints were connected, leaving no room for error.
With no other option, Mo Qi changed his strategy. He seized an opportunity to swallow two emergency pills and then erected a thick ice wall before him, pushing it forward. The entire ice wall pressed towards Wang Dao. Wang Dao, unhurried, struck it repeatedly with his palm prints. Each strike, with a thunderous explosion, unleashed divine light, scattering ice shards that surged into the air, fragmenting and dissipating. The ice wall was shaved off layer by layer. With another strike, he removed another layer. The entire ice wall grew thinner and thinner, its ice layers fragmenting and dissolving into the air, transforming into wisps of cold air that stealthily encroached upon Wang Dao. A chilling sensation surged into his heart. Wang Dao hastily circulated his spiritual energy to resist the cold air.
Wang Fu, who had been beside him, had already fled. Wang Qin remained by his side, prepared to join forces with Wang Dao to eliminate Mo Qi at the opportune moment. But now, he too was assailed by the cold air, constantly resisting and dispelling it with his spiritual energy.
Seeing the ice wall before him being depleted, Mo Qi erected another ice wall, pushing it towards Wang Dao. Wang Dao inwardly lamented, forced to consume the ice wall with his palm prints while simultaneously resisting the cold air. He feared the ice wall colliding with him would shatter him into pieces. However, the ice wall was merely a ruse. Mo Qi's true intention was to unleash "Ice Devouring Heart." As the ice wall was scraped away layer by layer, the cold air intensified with each passing moment.
If Wang Dao had paid attention to the cold air's attack from the beginning, it might not have caused much damage. But he had initially disregarded it, allowing the cold air to gradually "devour his heart," as if his very heartbeat were gradually freezing. His entire body was enveloped in a layer of frost, which grew thicker and thicker.
The palm prints he unleashed also became smaller and dimmer.
Seeing that the opportune moment had arrived, Mo Qi channeled all his spiritual power to shatter the ice wall. The entire ice layer shattered, and all the cold air spread over Wang Dao and Wang Qin.
Mo Qi waved his hand, and a claw shadow surged forward, striking the father and son duo of Wang Dao and Wang Qin.
At this moment, a dark shadow suddenly arrived. With a swift wrap, it enveloped Wang Dao and Wang Qin, whisking them away. Mo Qi's claw shadow missed its target, returning without success.
Mo Qi looked up and saw a bald old man with sharp eyes standing atop a cloud ahead. Wang Dao and his son, still covered in frost, sat on the ground, circulating their energy to resist the cold.
The old man cast a piercing glance at Mo Qi. "What kind of scoundrel are you, to attack so viciously?"
Mo Qi, showing no weakness, retorted, "And what kind of scoundrel are you, to insult me the moment we meet? Haven't you heard the saying, 'If you haven't experienced others' suffering, do not advise them to be kind'? You have no idea how they treated me, so why do you call my methods cruel?" Da Feng Novel Network.
Xie Yu was dumbfounded by Mo Qi's fluid maneuvers. He never imagined this inconspicuous fellow possessed the ability to kill the Wang family's ancestor. Fortunately, he had been wise enough to beg for mercy at the time, or he would surely have been killed by him. It was also fortunate that he hadn't reported to his own ancestor out of shame upon returning, otherwise, his own ancestor would have suffered a similar fate and been humiliated.
Seeing Mo Qi now daring to confront Elder Cui, Cui Xin, without knowing his own limits, made him break out in a cold sweat.
Wang Dao was at most at the Nascent Soul stage, while Cui Xin was already a cultivator in the Soul Division stage. How could he be as easily dealt with as Wang Dao?
Many other onlookers also shook their heads. "Why struggle? You'll only leave dejected in the end. It's better to be sensible and leave with some dignity."
"The problem now is probably not how to leave, but whether we can still survive."
"I think the problem isn't whether we can survive, but how we will die."
"It's about how miserably we will die."
Cui Xin, seeing Mo Qi's insolent words, his eyes revealed killing intent, and he prepared to strike and eliminate Mo Qi.
At this moment, Shui Ling emerged from the shop and bowed deeply to Cui Xin. "Greetings, Elder Cui."
For some unknown reason, Cui Xin felt his head spin and suddenly fell from the cloud, landing in a disheveled state. Cui Xin struggled to lift his head, looking at Shui Ling with disbelief. "You are Shui Ling?"
Shui Ling nodded. "It is I."
Cui Xin looked at her a few more times, still unable to believe his eyes. "Impossible, how did you suddenly become so beautiful?" He then muttered to himself, "But in this world, besides Shui Ling, who else possesses such unique sorcery?"
It turned out that Shui Ling had mastered a peculiar sorcery. With just a bow to someone, that person would fall to the ground. This sorcery was not taught to her but was innate, making her almost invincible. Previously, when she had a birthmark on her face, even with such strange and invincible sorcery, no one envied her. Everyone said that heaven had opened a window for her, so it had closed a door. Now, both the window and the door were open. Wasn't she too fortunate?
Shui Ling stood up and said, "His name is Mo Qi. He has been as kind as a benefactor to me. Furthermore, he is a rare talent in alchemy. Keeping him alive can benefit all living beings, so I hope Elder Cui will show mercy and spare him." Da Feng Novel.
Cui Xin stood up. "I can spare him, but there is only one condition: leave Lexi City and never appear here again."
Mo Qi was staring blankly at Shui Ling, inwardly exclaiming in wonder. What kind of peculiar technique was this? He had never seen or heard of anything like it.
Hearing Cui Xin's words, Mo Qi snorted. "You all want me to leave. I've actually grown fond of this place now, so I'm not leaving. If you have the guts, kill me."
Cui Xin shrugged. "Then there's nothing I can do. I can only fulfill your wish and kill you."
Shui Ling bowed to Cui Xin again. "Please, Elder Cui, show mercy."
With a whoosh, Cui Xin fell to the ground again, shouting in anger. "Girl, you're doing this on purpose, aren't you? If you want to save him, I don't believe you can keep bowing like this."
"No need to keep bowing," Mo Qi said, a sinister smile appearing on his face.
"Ice Seal Thousand Miles" had been quietly unleashed. Thick ice layers formed out of thin air, extending infinitely, freezing the ground instantly. The moment Cui Xin fell, he was instantly frozen by the ice. At that moment, his spiritual power could not be unleashed. Mo Qi leaped into the air, simultaneously waving his hand, and a claw shadow fiercely struck Cui Xin.
Shui Ling bowed to Mo Qi again. "Shopkeeper Mo, please spare him."
With a whoosh, Mo Qi fell from mid-air, landing on the ice, utterly disheveled.
Mo Qi, thinking quickly, a circle of light flashed in his eyes. He stared intently at Shui Ling and let out a clear, sharp cry, "Shui Ling!" Shui Ling seemed struck by lightning, her body stiffening abruptly, her eyes unfocused.
Mo Qi said, "Shui Ling, bow to Elder Cui, not to me."
As Mo Qi fell, he lost control of the ice layer, and it disintegrated. Cui Xin, relying on his divine power, instantly broke free from the ice. The moment he steadied himself, Shui Ling bowed to him again. Cui Xin fell down again. Mo Qi waved his hand again, and the claw shadow surged forth, coiling around Cui Xin's neck, tightening its grip... Cui Xin managed to form a hand seal, and a flying sword flashed past, severing the claw shadow with a clang. Cui Xin formed another hand seal, and Shui Ling bowed again. He felt a wave of dizziness, his head hitting the ground heavily. Mo Qi, with his hands slightly bent, prepared to finish him off.
At this moment, a sharp cry echoed from the sky: "Stop!"
Mo Qi took a deep breath, slowly opened his hands, and looked towards the sky. Jin Yan appeared in mid-air and said, "By order of Sect Leader Xue of the Zhenghe Sect, Mo Qi of the Nine Divine Realms is invited to Jade Mist Mountain immediately for an important discussion."
Important discussion? What important discussion? Mo Qi's heart pounded. His intuition told him it wouldn't be anything good.
Mo Qi stopped the Soul Suppressing Technique, and only then did Shui Ling cease her bows to Elder Cui. Cui Xin was already bleeding from his head, scrambling up from the ground in a disheveled state. He knew he had just narrowly escaped death.
However, what was more serious was the extreme humiliation he suffered today, being toyed with by two children in front of everyone. If this revenge was not taken, how could he establish his authority in Lexi City in the future?
But for today, he had to let it go. He had deeply noted this debt.
Mo Qi, seeing his ill-intentioned gaze, knew he wouldn't give up so easily. He said, "If you have something, aim it at me. It has nothing to do with others. And if you have the guts, come at me openly. Don't play tricks or use underhanded tactics. I'll be waiting."
He was afraid Cui Xin would vent his anger on Shui Ling, which was why he said this.
Shui Ling, at this moment, finally came back to her senses, her eyes looking around vaguely, not knowing what had just happened. She only knew that there had been a period of blankness in her mind.
Cui Xin's eyes widened. "I, this old man, have lived for most of my life. I distinguish between grievances and enmity. And to deal with you, you brat, do I need to use underhanded tactics? I didn't use any of my skills today, so I admit defeat. But don't think you can truly deal with me. I'll show you tomorrow how high the sky is and how thick the earth is."
Mo Qi also knew that he had completely won by trickery today, using Shui Ling's sorcery to suppress him, and then dominating the fight throughout. The opponent had no chance to retaliate. Even after winning, he still didn't know how high his cultivation truly was.