In the Juque Palace.
When Ming Qi violently smashed open a door, the surrounding magic circle immediately activated!
Strong rays of strangely colored light quickly condensed and rose, soaring into the sky in the blink of an eye!
As these rays condensed, strange rays of light began to burst out from inside the room and every corner around it. These rays quickly intertwined in the air to form a web, attempting to trap the intruder.
The colorful light that soared into the sky immediately condensed into symbols, remarkably similar to the colorful alarm sounds issued by the warriors guarding the gates of Jiufang Palace.
Looking up at the colorful fireworks in the sky, Ming Qi knew that time was running out. His eyes flashed, and the black divine tablet in his right hand roared out, rapidly expanding in front of him.
Before the entwined rays of light could fully intertwine into a web, they touched the divine tablet and immediately shattered into pieces!
At that moment, a cry of alarm echoed from within the house, followed by the hurried appearance of Zhuang Xiaosheng.
The battle at Qiankun Mountain had left the Mo and Yan families defeated, and instead they were utterly routed. This had already terrified him. However, it seemed that Mo Zhonglong wasn't as important to the Mo Clan as he had imagined, so this Qiankun Mountain traitor was still able to remain safely within the Juque Palace without facing any threat.
Despite this, Zhuang Xiaosheng had spent the past few days in constant fear, unable to eat or sleep, fearing that he might inexplicably lose his head one day. The murder of the Jiudu Dharma King and the near-annihilation of the Feihe Clan that day was sufficient proof of Ming Qi's decisive and ruthless nature. He wasn't naive enough to believe that after what had happened, Ming Qi would be so kind as to spare his life.
When he heard the loud bang on the door, Zhuang Xiaosheng's heart leaped into his throat.
But considering this was the Mohist lair, even Ming Qi, with his omnipotent abilities, wouldn't have the guts to enter and kill him.
But when he saw the massive stone tablet standing by the door, a flicker of surprise crossed his face. The mere sight of a figure beside it suddenly made him feel as if he had fallen into an icy abyss!
He had imagined that person countless times in his mind, and now, right before his eyes, he was right there!
"You, you, you, are you a human or a ghost?"
Seeing Ming Qi suddenly appear before him, Zhuang Xiaosheng asked in a trembling, almost nervous voice, while retreating continuously.
After only five or six steps, his back was already against the wall.
The room was small, and he had already retreated to the corner.
Ming Qi slipped into the room, his cold eyes fixed on Zhuang Xiaosheng, who had retreated to the corner, a sneer flickering across his lips.
"I originally thought you were someone important, and wanted to keep you and use you for my own purposes. I didn't expect you to be such a loser!"
Ming Qi's voice was incredibly cold, as if devoid of emotion. A murderous aura emanated from him, and the entire room trembled.
Zhuang Xiaosheng's face was filled with fear, and he opened his mouth, unsure of what to say.
Suddenly, as if a thought struck him, he roared at the top of his lungs, "This is Juque Palace. Even if you kill me, you can't escape. Haha, I'm a loser, but having someone like you buried with me is worth my life!"
At this point, Zhuang Xiaosheng laughed like he'd discovered the most exciting thing in his life, bursting into a completely frenzied laugh.
Ming Qi snorted, knowing the man was completely frightened. He immediately approached him, his hands like hooks, and grabbed Zhuang Xiaosheng's head!
It's not easy for the Liuli Holy Land to accept a disciple. Zhuang Xiaosheng had brought a great disaster upon the Liuli Holy Land. If he died in such agony, it would be a bit of a relief. Ming Qi had no intention of using his weapon. He plunged his index finger directly into Zhuang Xiaosheng's skull, showing no sign of stopping!
Completely terrified, Zhuang Xiaosheng's eyes began to bulge endlessly, nearly popping out. Blood gushed from all his orifices, but he didn't die immediately.
"This is the fate of betraying me!"
With every word Ming Qi spoke, his ten fingers advanced an inch.
Zhuang Xiaosheng was speechless, his body shaking violently, like a dishrag being held and swung back and forth.
It was a painful process, and while it ultimately resulted in death, anyone witnessing it would feel a shudder from the very soul.
A few seconds later, Ming Qi exerted force with both hands, and his ten fingers pierced through!
Zhuang Xiaosheng's body trembled violently before he fell completely motionless.
Ming Qi withdrew his hands, and with a slash of his right hand, like a knife, he slashed the corpse's neck. The blood-soaked head detached from the corpse. With another flick of his hand, he tossed the head directly into the divine map's space.
Although the Supreme Divine Map was severely damaged, its storage function had not been completely lost.
Throughout, no one from the Mohist School appeared.
After completing all this, Ming Qi's pent-up anger finally dissipated. He intended to take the head back home to pay tribute to his fallen disciples.
He turned around and was startled to see a thin figure standing in the open space in front of the house, staring at him in surprise.
"Xiao Lan!"
Ming Qi was startled at first, then called out almost out of habit.
Standing there was Mo Lan.
"Brother Mingqi, you killed someone."
Although it was dark, Molan's face was visibly pale. Although she tried her best not to tremble or run away, her body still swayed like a leaf in the wind.
Mingqi raised his hands, stained with blood and flesh, took a look, and said, "Yes, I killed someone."
He thought for a moment, then added, "These hands of mine have actually killed many people."
Molan said nothing more, just stood there and looked at Mingqi. Although she was extremely afraid, she could not help but refrain from running away.
Mingqi took a few steps forward, and Molan involuntarily stepped back.
Seeing Molan's actions, Mingqi smiled self-deprecatingly and stopped moving forward. Instead, he lightened his footing and flew up, transforming into a streak of light and escaping into the distance.
"Xiaolan, this is your home."
Mingqi's voice came from afar, already a little intermittent by Molan's ear.
Not long after Mingqi disappeared, an old man in a black robe and with white hair and beard quietly appeared beside Molan. He glanced in the direction Mingqi had fled and muttered to himself, "Zhonglong, you failed to subdue the tiger, so you killed it. You have brought this upon yourself."
Molan didn't understand what the old man was saying, but upon seeing him appear, she immediately leaned over to him.
"Grandpa, Brother Mingqi is so scary, but he wasn't like this before," Molan asked, puzzled.
The old man's expression was impassive. He pondered for a moment but didn't answer Molan. Instead, he said, "Let's go back. It's windy outside."