Under the cover of night, the Liuli Holy Land lost its usual tranquility.
The Heavenly Gate illusion that once protected Qiankun Mountain had been shattered. The entire sect appeared to be in ruins, and the air was filled with the scent of blood. Two people stood on the reception platform beneath the night sky.
One was Mo Zhonglong, the head of the Mo Clan, and the other was Yan Kang, Yan Yian's uncle.
This time, the Yan and Mo Clan joined forces to break through Qiankun Mountain, completely occupying it. They had slain over half of the Liuli Holy Land disciples, and with the exception of a few who escaped, all the others were captured. Now, everything was ready, only the east wind was needed: Ming Qi's return.
Gazing into the distance, Yan Kang glanced at Mo Zhonglong beside him and said, "This time, you and I will join forces to make that evil creature submit to death!"
Yan Kang still vividly remembered the scene at the Seven Prefectures Competition. He would never forget the humiliation he suffered. Now, they were joining forces to use all the disciples of the Liuli Holy Land as bargaining chips. He didn't believe that boy, with his extraordinary abilities, could escape this disaster.
Mo Zhonglong remained silent, his face expressionless. It was unknown what he was thinking.
After a while, Yan Kang asked again, "Master Mo, this time, thanks to your behind-the-scenes planning, we knew the Ice and Snow God Emperor was unavailable. Furthermore, the Unmovable Heavenly Gate had recently been attacked, and all the priests and Divine Guards had been mobilized. Otherwise, we wouldn't have seized this opportunity."
Mo Zhonglong remained silent. He had been planning this for a long time. During the Seven Prefectures Competition, he had noticed that the Ice and Snow God Emperor seemed to be taking special care of this young man. So, although he was furious at Ming Qi's actions, he remained sane. He knew that if he took action, the Ice and Snow God Emperor would inevitably intervene, and he would be imprisoned.
The opportunity he had been looking for was naturally to wait until Bai Bing was busy with other matters and unable to leave. However, the fact that the Unmovable Heavenly Gate had been attacked by an unknown enemy was a pleasant surprise. Otherwise, a single Divine Guard at the Martial King level would have been enough for them to deal with.
In any case, the matter was largely settled. Now, they just had to wait for the young man to return.
Mo Zhonglong glanced up and saw a golden ray rapidly spreading across the horizon, landing instantly on the vast reception platform. Then, several figures glimpsed within the shimmering golden light.
"It's him!"
When he saw the unique figure within the golden light, Mo Zhonglong's pupils suddenly constricted.
"As expected!"
At the same time, Yan Kang, standing nearby, also saw it. Both of them were at the Martial King realm, and their eyesight was astonishing. He recognized the incoming figure at a glance.
That brat's back!
Yan Kang unconsciously clenched his fists.
Just wait, today I'll utterly annihilate you!
Mo Zhonglong, standing nearby, raised his hand and lightly tapped his fingers. Streams of True Energy rapidly emanated, illuminating the entire Qiankun Mountain.
Whoosh!
Ming Qi was the first to step onto the ground. His expression was as gloomy as a storm cloud, his eyes as cold as a knife, and he stared motionlessly at the two men before him.
Mo Zhonglong and Yan Kang, very good!
Ming Qi extended his hand to signal his companions behind him to proceed with caution. He then took a large step forward, his entire body instantly radiating a dazzling, vibrant red light.
He was utterly furious!
The sect he had founded had been destroyed by these scoundrels!
"You will die today!"
Ming Qi declared coldly. The two martial spirits, Blood Linglong and Slaughter Spirit, instantly rose to prominence behind him. The Fire Emperor Sword in his right hand blazed forth a fiery ray a full ten feet long.
"Hmph, this is a fight to the death!"
Yan Kang snorted coldly, flicking his sleeves. Two talismans flew out, instantly transforming into two summoned monsters: a terrifying, several-meter-long, eerie wolf, and a millstone-sized, earth-yellow turtle.
In the distance, following Mo Zhonglong's signal, a large number of Mo Clan warriors and Yan Clan experts arrived.
Seeing Ming Qi, so eager to fight, Mo Zhonglong's eyelids twitched. Suddenly, he felt the young man before him had become terrifying.
However, Mo Zhonglong had calculated this action meticulously. Even if Ming Qi possessed omnipotent abilities, he would have been forced to submit. With this thought, Mo Zhonglong sneered, "I advise you not to act. I've already captured all your followers. If you act, they'll all be dead."
"Then I'll kill you first!"
Ming Qi shouted coldly, his figure vanishing in a flash.
Mo Zhonglong was stunned for a moment before he felt a strong gust of wind from behind him. Without a second thought, he sprang to the side.
The Jiuyou Mo Clan was proficient in formations, but not in frontal combat. However, Mo Zhonglong, with his cunning mind, hadn't failed to anticipate this. His body vanished completely from its original location in the fleeting moment, leaving no trace of him in the surrounding void.
"Don't try to be so arrogant! You won't survive my Ghost Shadow Formation!"
As Mo Zhonglong spoke, Ming Qi felt a sudden chilling wind and a thick cloud of ghostly figures surrounding him. Countless shadows darted back and forth, their sharp auras constantly shifting and swift.
Ming Qi never stayed in one place for more than half a second. His Blood Shadow Step, fully energized, allowed him to shift positions several times within a second.
The figure drifted erratically, trailing behind him like an invisible blade.
Mo Zhonglong felt as if a long-suppressed resentment had been completely released. He sneered as he watched the shadows darting back and forth within the Ghost Shadow Formation.
"Aren't you very strong? Today I'll show you the consequences of offending me!"
Mo Zhonglong's furious voice echoed in the air, but no one could see his shadow.
Yan Kang, standing nearby, continuously controlled his two summoned monsters to attack the Di Kui Demon Fox, Su Yuan, and the others.
After maneuvering through the ghost formation for several minutes, Ming Qi realized that it was a complex formation. Breaking it from the inside would be difficult, and those ethereal ghosts were completely invulnerable. At this rate, even the strongest would be exhausted to death.
However, during these few minutes, he had found a position.
The Northern God's eyes on his left palm swiftly scanned the surroundings, and then the Covenant Stele emerged from his right palm.
The Covenant Stele flew out, rapidly expanding and hurtling overhead at an unparalleled speed.
Boom!
With a resounding, earth-shattering roar, the divine stele's momentum continued unabated, smashing through the invisible barrier and continuing its flight into the void.
"Ghost Formation, Continue!"
Mo Zhonglong, hidden in the void, saw the ghost formation broken, but remained unfazed. He waved his hand, sending forth a beam of light, a small black flag etched within.
The emanating spiritual energy vanished in an instant, and the breach created by the divine tablet quickly closed.
Seeing this, Ming Qi snorted coldly and silently altered the trajectory of the Covenant Divine Tablet, smashing it towards an empty space.