Chapter 1134: Chapter 1125: Mountains of Corpses and Seas of Blood
In the void, scorching air currents surged.
Sword Qi soared into the sky, with tens of thousands of sword shadows trembling simultaneously as Zuo Yunfeng’s words fell.
All of them were slashing towards Mo Wangchen.
The Sword Sea was like the stars in the sky, each carrying a formidable aura.
This was a terrifying offensive.
Leaving no place to hide, almost impossible to resist.
"Swish!"
Everyone held their breath, only to see Mo Wangchen move.
He was bathed in Divine Light, rising into the sky, instantly coming into contact with the Sword Sea.
"Crack!"
"Crack!"
The sound of crisp fractures kept echoing as Mo Wangchen, like an ancient War God, was unstoppable.
He shattered the sword shadows with his bare hands, striding through the void, ascending directly.
He proved his way in later generations, although he only had True Immortal Realm Cultivation, the Laws he comprehended were far beyond what people of this era could compare.
Even though Zuo Yunfeng was a master of the Half-Step Heavenly Immortal Realm, Mo Wangchen never feared him.
His Divine King Body’s Holy Power was inexhaustible, and he was protected by Divine King Armor. In this era where ancient gods do not appear, no one could pose a threat to him, let alone break his defense.
Terrifying fists, with strong winds constantly emanating, caused the void to twist, and mighty forces moved in unison.
Mo Wangchen bathed in Divine Light, with an unrivaled body, slaughtered his way upwards, shattering countless sword shadows.
High in the sky, Zuo Yunfeng repeatedly shouted, spewing vast Holy Light from his mouth, transforming into terrifying Sword Light, continuously slashing down, intending to drown Mo Wangchen in the Sword Sea and kill him.
"Crack!"
"Crack!"
Mo Wangchen ascended through the void like an ancient War God, fists continuously releasing terrifying power, completely shattering the sword shadows. Despite the falling of ten thousand swords simultaneously, they could cause no harm to the Divine King Body.
"Too terrifying, shattering ten thousand sword shadows with bare hands, truly possessing infinite divine power, rarely seen in the world!"
"This man once crushed a replica of a Ten Thousand Jin Tripod with bare hands, showing the strength of his body, far from a Mortal Body. Unexpectedly, now facing Zuo Yunfeng’s attack of ten thousand swords, he ascends without fear!"
"What realm has he reached? Why do I feel like his cultivation is much inferior to Zuo Yunfeng, yet the power he unleashes is overwhelmingly fierce, as if in a realm of no one, courageously unstoppable!"
Within the Mo Pavilion, everyone present was astounded, almost in a daze.
Mo Wangchen’s strength was simply terrifying beyond imagination, even Jing Yun’s four disciples were now excited beyond measure.
Although they all knew Mo Wangchen was strong, they had never seen him face off against a true master.
Now, even Zuo Yunfeng, who has stepped into the Half-Step Heavenly Immortal Realm, with ten thousand swords striking at once, could do nothing to Mo Wangchen.
Moreover, as he charged upwards, who knows how many sword shadows he shattered, getting closer to Zuo Yunfeng, clearly intending to confront him directly.
"Mo Venerable is mighty!"
Within the Mo Pavilion, voices resounded together, all the Mo Pavilion Disciples were beyond exhilarated.
"Boom!"
Finally, a shocking explosion echoed far and wide, with Mo Wangchen standing in the Sword Sea, suddenly radiating a brilliant Holy Light, strong as a rock.
An immense Golden Tripod phantom emerged, then expanded, covering the sky and earth, completely shattering all the slashing sword shadows.
"Swish!"
Mo Wangchen walked through the void, his expression remained calm, and in a blink, he appeared in front of Zuo Yunfeng.
"You!"
Zuo Yunfeng’s expression was extremely unsightly, never expecting to underestimate Mo Wangchen’s strength, who was clearly not a Mortal Body, yet shattered the ten thousand sword shadows repeatedly, eventually appearing before him.
"Swish!"
He retracted violently, once again distancing himself from Mo Wangchen, not daring to confront him directly.
The opponent’s power of body was too terrifying, transcendent, like ancient Gods and Demons, shaking Heaven and Earth.
"Whew!"
Watching Zuo Yunfeng’s retreating figure, Mo Wangchen stood still, extending a large hand.
This large hand stretched an unknown distance, relentlessly pursuing Zuo Yunfeng, as if to catch him.
"Scram!"
Zuo Yunfeng roared angrily, suddenly a terrifying aura spread through Heaven and Earth, shocking people into a tremor.
The next moment, a pitch-black Big Cauldron emerged, with killing energy soaring to the sky, undoubtedly a lethal weapon.
"Ten Thousand Jin Tripod!"
"It’s the authentic Ten Thousand Jin Tripod, not a replica!"
People exclaimed in surprise, all turning pale, their breaths became heavy.
"This tripod once subdued ancient Gods during the Ancient Times, an extremely renowned deadly weapon, in this godless era, even those Saint Masters dare not face it head-on!"
"Hmm?"
Amidst the crowd’s discussion, Mo Wangchen suddenly frowned.
His gaze narrowed, looking at the pitch-black Big Cauldron, feeling an infinite aura of death spreading.
"Bang!"
The Ten Thousand Jin Tripod was indeed terrifying, a single nod discarded Mo Wangchen’s large hand, numbing his hand, surprising him, as this tripod seemed indestructible, like it was forged from Nine Heavens Divine Iron.
"Swish!"
Mo Wangchen did not continue his attack; he executed Lin’s True Technique, disappearing in an instant.
Upon reappearing, he was already above the pitch-black Big Cauldron.
Peering down, his brow furrowed even more.
Inside that pitch-black Big Cauldron, a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood, except for the cauldron mouth, was almost completely stained red, blood-dripping, and if those bodies were piled up, they’d be as tall as a mountain.
No wonder this cauldron emitted such terrifying killing aura, letting Mo Wangchen feel an endless aura of death spreading.
It thirsts for human blood, refined inside the cauldron, making its power increasingly stronger, and the bodies within, countless, the number of deaths unknown.
"Wu Chongtian..."
Mo Wangchen muttered to himself, his gaze like a torch, suddenly noticing an old man lying with his head turned upwards atop the bodies, as if he had died not too long ago.
The old man was none other than Wu Chongtian, the Outer Sect Great Elder of the Purple Flame Sect.
"Was it you who killed them?"
Taking a deep breath, Mo Wangchen could no longer maintain his usual composure; he tried to calm his emotions, his gaze turning to Zuo Yunfeng.
"Whether or not, it doesn’t matter to you anymore, because today, you will also become one of them."
Zuo Yunfeng’s face revealed a sinister smile, extremely eerie, which gave Mo Wangchen the answer.
"You slaughtered so many, not even sparing your sect’s Great Elder, was it just to refine this cauldron, to make it more powerful?"
In the high air, Mo Wangchen took another deep breath, when he opened his eyes once more, an extreme killing intent burst from his gaze.
"Sometimes, killing is not evil, if killing you alone can save tens of thousands, it might even be considered a form of goodness..."