Chapter 466 - The Mo Familys Assault (2/2)
Her words were cut short by the arrival of a large group of men and horses. There were at least one hundred people. Some were also flying here on their swords. The sudden turn of events shocked the cultivators on the summit, putting them on high alert.
The group of people was dressed in a uniform that resembled the clothing that the Mo family’s disciples wore. It went without saying that the reinforcements from the Mo family had come. The two people who traveled by air were old men with greying hair and beard. Their cultivation was probably similar to Mo Tiannan’s.
Before anyone realized what was going on, the two old men turned into sword lights and landed on the ground. One of them looked at the cultivators everywhere with a holier-than-thou expression and said loudly, “Forgive the Mo family for coming late!”
His companion looked at Mo Jinyan who had to be held up by two disciples and said without emotion, “Rubbish.” After hearing this, Mo Jinyan could no longer suppress the blood in his throat and it came gushing out. Mo Tiannan glanced at him and said, “Take him home.”
Chu Lingjiao, naturally, wouldn’t say anything now. All she wanted was to get away from this place. She immediately propped Mo Jinyan up with the help of the man in black. They were about to jump on their swords and leave with the old man in the Apotheosis Realm on escorting duty when Xiao Chen stretched his hand out. “Wait!”
“Leave the item behind!” Huangfu Xin’er barged into the scene out of nowhere and flew toward them alongside Xiao Chen.
After landing on the snow-covered ground, Xiao Chen said in a cold voice, “You made your promise last night. It’s your loss. Don’t tell me you’re going to go back on your word. Hand over the fourth scroll of the Heartless Cultivation Method!”
Mo Jinyan had his arms supported by two other people, looking pale. He let out a bitter laugh. “It was the Autumn Water Sword that defeated me. Who do you think you are, demanding things from me?”
Xiao Chen clenched his hands. A cold glint flashed in his pupils. In the distance, an old man from the Mo family looked at him. “You’re Xiao Chen?” he asked. “What’s wrong? Do you intend to keep a Mo family member here?” Twelve Mo family’s disciples gathered as soon as the words left his mouth. These were no ordinary people, but the cream of the crop. It was obvious that the Mo family didn’t intend to let Xiao Chen leave alive.
Mo Yu and Mo Wen were here as well. They looked shocked. Never in a million years did they think that the weak and insignificant Xiao Chen could injure Mo Jinyan.
“Swooooosh!”
Twelve silhouettes moved. The ladies of the Hidden Fragrance Wafting Under the Moon had arrived in a flash. Qingluan let out a peal of humorless laughter. “You’re pushing it too far!”
“The Mo family is only here to participate in the Battle of the Five Emperors,” the old man said indifferently. He looked at the cultivators all around and said loudly, “The Mo family will stake a claim on one of the titles of the Northern, Southern, Eastern, Western, and Central Emperor! If you wish to challenge us, you may send your disciples to battle it out with our men!”
Silence fell over the crowd. The Mo family had been exerting their influence everywhere in the past year, challenging the chief disciple of various sects without failure. They were by no means inferior to the Fallen Immortals Sect that came out of nowhere. Moreover, they were trying to build an alliance similar to the Immortals’ League. Their actions were a clear indication of their wild ambition.
The crowd turned to look at the twelve elite disciples, who were all in the Nirvana Realm. In most major sects, the best disciple under their tutelage was in the peak of the Nascent Soul Realm. On the other hand, not only could the Mo family dispatch Mo Jinyan, but they could also easily summon twelve Nirvana Realm young cultivators. Truly, they were terrifying. If they send all their cultivators, perhaps not even the ten major clans were a match for them.
The old man chuckled when no one said anything. He looked at Xiao Chen, his gaze swiftly turning stern, and said, “You defeated Mo Jinyan once. Let’s see if your good luck will continue! Win against twelve of our disciples and you can take whatever cultivation method that you’re talking about!”
His meaning was clear. Xiao Chen’s expression was like a raging storm. He sneered and said, “Since you’re that desperate to make an example of me, I’ll do as you wish…”
“Lord!” Qingluan cried out in warning. It was terribly unwise to fight against the Mo family that greatly outnumbered them. They must find a way to escape as quickly as possible.
Su Yue was frowning. She asked in a quiet voice, “Father, do you think we should…?” Su Ying raised his hand. “Not now. The kid might be reckless, but he’s no coward.”
Xiao Chen let out a sneer and yelled, “See that, everyone? They’re the ones making trouble for me. Death or injury is not to be questioned in the Battle of the Emperors! Come on, then!” He stretched his right hand and the Blood Lotus Demon Blade was within his grasp in the next second. A sinister wind was starting to build up to a storm, bringing with it mournful whistling.
The blade was giving off a terrifying red light, looking as if it could no longer stand its thirst for blood. This shocked the spectators. It was as clear as day that the Mo family had a grudge against Xiao Chen. The Battle of the Five Emperors had always been a duel of swords, but right now, no one cared what weapons were being used.
“Heh!” Xiao Chen sneered. He swiped his left hand across the blade, spilling his blood on the metal surface. The blade instantly turned a vivid red, producing fogs of blood, sinister whistling, and wailing of ghosts. It was a strange and frightening scene.
“Which of you youngsters will be the first to give me your life?”
Xiao Chen thrust the Blood Lotus Demon Blade downward so that it would stand tall. His voice was loud enough to resonate for five kilometers or so, making everyone’s spirits tremble. One of the twelve elite disciples in the Nirvana Realm flew to him. Xiao Chen yelled, “My blade won’t be slaying nameless victims today! Tell me your name!”
“Mo Wenhao!” The disciple rushed toward Xiao Chen like a bolt of lightning.
“Good! You can die now!” Xiao Chen raised his blade and swung it. Blood-red light whizzed toward Mo Wenhao, leaving a ten feet long trail, with the force of a volcano that had been dormant for a millennium. Once it exploded, it was unstoppable. “Tch!” Blood rained on the ground. To everyone’s horror, the disciple had been cut in half.