193 The Might of a Demoness (1/2)

An enchanting silhouette stepped in the air. Underneath the moonlight, it seemed even more mesmerizing. Her long elegant hands became two swiping claws; in an instant enveloping the other three again. The temperature in the entire forest dropped, as though cold winter had suddenly come. The Tai Yin Qi was constantly raging, huge and quintessential.

She seemed to be prepared to single-handedly challenge the Changtian Sect's four Embryonic Breathing realm experts. One of them even was the head of the Changtian Sect, one of the strongest at the pinnacle of the Embryonic Breathing realm.

Almost in the instant that they clashed, Mo Wen had knowingly backed off, crossing a hundred feet, distancing himself from their battle.

Although he was now at the intermediate stage of the Qi Nucleation realm, he could not enter the battlefield of the Embryonic Breathing realm. He did not have the offensive capabilities; getting involved would only be looking for trouble. Even death was possible, let alone getting hurt.

So, he knew his place of staying far away. Demoness Gong's cultivation was now at the pinnacle of the Embryonic Breathing realm. She had also practiced the Nine Yin Divine Technique as well as mastered a few Ming Cult magnum opuses. Normal practitioners at the pinnacle of the Embryonic Breathing realm couldn't quite compare with her. They were no match for her.

Also through practicing the Yin Yang Integration Technique, she had gradually began to grasp some understanding of the secrets of Yin and Yang. Although she had never practiced the Nine Yang Divine Technique, once Yin peaked Yang would be generated. Her mastery and understanding of the Tai Yin Qi was far greater than before.

The head of the Changtian Sect had only recently broken through to the pinnacle of the Embryonic Breathing realm. He most probably would be no match for Demoness Gong. As for the other three, only one was of the intermediate stage Embryonic Breathing realm, and the other two were of the beginning stage. They posed no threat to Demoness Gong.

Although it was one versus four, not only was Demoness Gong not at a disadvantage, she had actually gained an advantage.

In the forest, the terrifying Inner Qi wave did not stop spreading, like a storm engulfing the entire area. Everywhere it passed was a mess. A once beautiful forest was forcefully cleared into an open area, a large crater appearing in the center.

A half a mile away, Mo Wen casually paced around the forest. He was not too concerned about the battle between Demoness Gong and the four Changtian Sect Embryonic Breathing realm experts. He didn't have to worry too much.

If his cultivation was at the pinnacle of the Embryonic Breathing realm, he could kill off the Changtian Sect Embryonic Breathing realm experts in a second. Demoness Gong practiced the Nine Yin Divine Technique. Even if she did not win, she would not lose.

Mo Wen walked up to a old man who was curled up behind a tree overlooking the heart of the battlefield. He patted his shoulder and asked gleefully, ”Hi, bro, what are you looking at?”

Needless to say, he was a person from the Changtian Sect. Right now, everyone gathered within a half a mile radius was a person from the Changtian Sect.

”Of course we are looking at the situation of the battle. We don't know if this time the sect uncles can manage to kill off the demoness. As long as the demoness is not eliminated, our Changtian Sect will never know peace.”

The old man sighed heavily, looking somewhat worriedly at the enchanting silhouette in the far off sky. His eyes were full of fear.

The ferocity of the demoness frightened many of the Changtian Sect people.

”How could those old farts kill off that demoness? You are thinking too much.” Mo Wen continued to pat the old man on the shoulder saying.

”That is true…”

The old man nodded his head. If the demoness was so easy to kill, then they would not be so worried and scared now?

But mid-sentence, he realized that something was off. He turned back to look at who he was talking with. He discovered a youth, an average outer-sect disciple.

”What did you just say?”

The old man glared at Mo Wen. Those old farts…? He dared call the head of sect and the other sect younger uncles that! Was he tired of living?

And for an outer-sect disciple to hook arms and pat backs with him while talking, it was too bold and arrogant of him. He had no sense of seniority.

This kind of insubordinate disciple should be crippled of his cultivation and banished from the mountain.

”Those old farts. Why?” Mo Wen blinked, looking at the old man quizzically. Then he patted his shoulder, continuing, ”Those old farts have been living for a hundred years. They are so old already yet they are still not dead. What else do we call them except old farts?”

”You…”

The old man pointed at Mo Wen, speechless. He had never encountered such a daring and impudent disciple before. How dare he be so presumptuous towards the seniors in the sect? His act was disgracing the masters in the sect.

”Don't you agree with my words too? Don't get excited. Let's continue chatting. How many moves do you think those farts can exchange with the demoness? I bet 100 RMB that within a hundred moves, they will surely lose. Do you want to bet too?”

Mo Wen continued patting the old man's shoulder while speaking, as though both of them were good friends.

”You are tired of living.”

The old man was furious. Without saying much, he extended his palm towards Mo Wen. This brat was absolutely defiant. How dare he put his arms around him? Who did he think he was?

”Don't resolve to violence. If you don't want to bet, then don't.”