NOVPUB"With that kind of attitude, no wonder you were suppressed and beaten by Mo Chen in your past life, even with your Battle Body."
Xu Zimei thought to herself, her face revealing a scornful sneer.
"What’s that look for?" Mo Yang frowned and asked.
"Do you always have to comment on my expressions?" Xu Zimei said with a light laugh.
"You’re too presumptuous, kid," Mo Yang said coldly.
"And then?"
"No matter who you are, it’s time you learned that there’s always someone better out there."
Mo Yang snorted coldly as the peak aura of the Esteem Vein Realm emanated from him.
Streaks of black light coursed around them, gathering the spiritual energy.
His innate Ten Thousand Arrays Phantasmal Body didn’t require the arrangement of Array Seals; in just an instant, a fifth-tier Formation had condensed above his head.
"Saint Heir, you’ve misunderstood; he probably wasn’t lying," Mo Xinyi interrupted from nearby.
"Xinyi, you probably don’t know, but representatives from the True Martial Holy Sect are currently guests at our Mo Residence. As their Saint Heir, how could he not be aware?" Mo Yang replied with a snort.
In the Formation above him, flames spread widely, the intense heat incinerating the air.
"Lihuo Array," he announced.
With a wave of his hands, the Formation instantly enveloped Xu Zimei, with the condensed flames roaring like a Fire Dragon.
Xu Zimei slightly raised her hand, and her punch, fierce with the wind, turned the fiery blaze into dust in an instant.
She emerged from the smoke, chuckling lightly, "You’re teaching me that there’s always someone better out there?"
Mo Yang’s expression tightened as three more Formations coalesced around him.
The Formations roared around him, with a dragon thrashing its tail, a White Tiger pouncing, and a phoenix spreading its wings.
The Formations linked one after another, surrounding Xu Zimei.
Spiritual energy surged around Mo Yang as he controlled the unfolding of the Formations.
At that moment, mist shrouded the center of the Formation, obscuring the view for all onlookers.
The sounds of dragons and tigers could be heard, full of majesty.
"What True Martial Holy Sect’s Saint Heir!"
Mo Yang let out a cold snort, thinking he had victory in his grasp when suddenly a blade light cut through the multiple layers of Formation.
The blade light soared into the sky, piercing clouds, sharp and fierce.
Wu Geng’s Blade Qi surged down like a Torrent breaking through a dam, unstoppable.
All the Formations collapsed under the power of the Blade Qi.
The Blade Qi rose with the momentum, slicing straight towards Mo Yang.
Mo Yang’s complexion changed slightly as he summoned a Defensive Array in front of him.
As a Martial Artist of the Esteem Vein Realm, he was capable of setting up a sixth-tier Defensive Array.
However, it was all in vain, for the Tyrant Shadow above was permeated with the dual properties of Thunderbolt and Heavenly Fire.
Like it was made of paper, the Array was torn apart, and the Blade Qi struck Mo Yang.
Mo Yang’s body crashed heavily to the ground, shattering a large piece of the white stone steps.
Slowly standing, a shocking wound appeared on his chest.
Blood seemed to gush out desperately.
"Great Elder, it’s outside, someone is causing trouble and has injured the Saint Heir."
At that moment, hurried footsteps sounded from within the Mo Residence.
Guided by a servant, a middle-aged man dressed in a purple robe emerged.
"Uncle," Mo Xinyi quickly greeted the middle-aged man upon seeing him.
"What happened?" the middle-aged man asked, frowning at the scene before him.
With a step into the void, he arrived beside Mo Yang and fed him a pill, slowly stemming the wound on Mo Yang’s chest with spiritual energy.
"Uncle, this is just a misunderstanding," Mo Xinyi explained, "This gentleman is the current Saint Heir of the True Martial Holy Sect.
This is my second uncle, and also the Great Elder of our Mo Family." 𝘯𝘰𝘷𝘱𝘶𝑏.𝑐𝘰𝑚
"What misunderstanding? This thief tried to infiltrate our Mo Residence and even hurt me, he definitely can’t be allowed to leave."
Mo Yang watched Xu Zimei with resentment.
As the Saint Heir of the Mo Family, he hadn’t suffered such humiliation in a long time.
"Regardless, you should stay," the middle-aged man said indifferently.
"What if I don’t?" countered Xu Zimei.
"Are you asking me to make a move?" the middle-aged man snorted coldly, his Saint Vein Realm aura surged, and he struck out a palm towards Xu Zimei.
Xu Zimei narrowed his eyes and threw a punch in response.
With a loud "bang," a wave of energy rose, and the blue bricks beneath their feet shattered, leaving both men evenly matched.
"How is this possible," the middle-aged man’s gaze became sharp.
"Second brother, stop," just as the two were about to exchange blows again, two figures approached swiftly through the air and arrived in front of everyone in an instant.
"Family Head," all the Mo Family servants present knelt down and greeted him respectfully.
The contemporary Family Head of the Mo Family, Mo Canghai, a truly formidable figure.
Among the newcomers, besides Mo Canghai, there was also the Great Elder of the True Martial Holy Sect.
Before anyone else could speak, the Great Elder, looking at Xu Zimei with a slight frown, asked, "What are you doing here?"
"I don’t believe I am obligated to report to the Great Elder," Xu Zimei replied.
"The Mo Family has always been on good terms with our True Martial Holy Sect, it’s best you don’t start trouble here," the Great Elder said coolly.
"Alright, we’re all friends here, it’s just a misunderstanding," Mo Canghai said with a smile, "As the saying goes, no fight, no acquaintance. Saint Nephew Zimo, may I know the reason for your visit?"
"Mo Family Head, I’d like to use your Teleportation Array to go to the Central Continent," Xu Zimei replied, "Don’t worry, I will cover all the resources consumed by the formation."
Mo Canghai pondered for a moment, his gaze turning to the Great Elder beside him.
"What are you going to do in the Central Continent?" the Great Elder asked with a frown.
"I don’t need to report my business to anyone," Xu Zimei responded indifferently.
"Don’t be too arrogant, things have changed," the Great Elder said evenly, "You might not be aware of something.
Sect Master Xiao has returned, and the True Martial Holy Sect is no longer under your father’s control."
"No matter who it is, it’s certainly not you, what’s it to you?" said Xu Zimei, "Moreover, I’ve been on my own for so long, when have I ever relied on the Sect Gate?"
"You should watch yourself," the Great Elder’s face grew darker as he turned and stopped speaking.
Considering Xu Zimei’s gaze, Mo Canghai thought for a while and then said with a smile, "It’s not that I’m unwilling to help.
But the Teleportation Array to the Central Continent is a significant affair, just setting it up requires seven days of preparation.
Moreover, we usually don’t allow outsiders to use our array."
"No problem, I won’t insist," Xu Zimei said with a shake of his head and a smile: "It’s just that your Great Elder hit me with a punch just now.
It’s only proper for me to return the favor."
"Xu Zimei, if you dare cause trouble here and act rashly, I will have no choice but to capture you and take you back to the Holy Sect for the Sect Master to decide," the Great Elder spoke with surging holy power and narrowed eyes.
"Great Elder, perhaps you should take care of yourself first."
Xu Zimei laughed, waved his hand, and with a loud "boom,"
