170: Terror Blow

Duanmu Han of the Duanmu Family was true to his name, radiating waves of chilliness from his body. He looked coldly at everyone on the battlefield, but the restlessness in his eyes betrayed his cold arrogance.

Huangpu Fei remained as flighty as ever. His expression was a mix of excitement, playfulness, regret, and hope—a kaleidoscope of emotions.

Only Wei Wushang had eyes filled with anticipation and jealousy. He was jealous of Ji Mo's strength and the fact that Ji Mo was being watched by the person he liked, and he anticipated that Ji Mo would die right then and there.

Watching the scene before her, Su Yuexin's delicate body trembled, and she nearly fell to the ground. Her already worried face turned pale as paper.

It was heartbreak—an incredibly intense feeling. Although she did not want anything to happen to Ji Mo, under such an intense attack, she was terrified that Ji Mo would meet with an accident.

It should be said that most people on the field did not favor Ji Mo; after all, this attack was too violent, and it was simply impossible to withstand.

As they waited for the dust to settle, the powerful restorative ability of the Plane caused the space where Ji Mo was located to constantly recover.

The six Saints stared fixedly at Ji Mo's location, but the energy there was too violent, and the space was shattered beyond recognition.

Even a Saint's Divine Sense could not probe the situation inside; they could only wait for the energy to calm down.

For a moment, the world fell into an eerie silence, and everyone's gaze was focused on the location of the energy storm.

At the center of the storm, Ji Mo's situation was not good—it should be said that he had almost capsized. This blow had directly shattered half of Ji Mo's body.

This was only because Ji Mo had advanced his battle body, making his Physical Body terrifyingly strong, and his self-restorative ability was astonishing. Coupled with the energy from hundreds of monster beast pills, he had managed to recover almost completely.

If it hadn't been for this violent attack, which shattered the space here and sent chaotic energy currents flying, he would have had to use the little sword to kill these people.

Otherwise, he would not have been able to withstand the subsequent attacks; instead, this had given him a brief respite to recover.

After nearly half a cup of tea's time, his Physical Body had mostly recovered, though half an arm was still regenerating.

His innate battle armor robe had been shattered, with only a little remaining to protect his lower body.

His newly grown, strong Physical Body was exposed, and now Ji Mo's Physical Body really looked like Sun Wukong from the Dragon Ball world he had watched in his past life.

Strong, but very well-proportioned, not like those steroid-pumped muscle men.

Hmm—a half-disabled Wukong!

The chaotic energy currents here were eventually repaired by the Plane's powerful restorative ability, and gradually, Ji Mo's figure was revealed before these people.

However, before everyone could see clearly, Ji Mo had once again transformed into a long rainbow and flew straight toward that demonic banner.

The mature beauty, Vice Hall Master Meng, had not reacted at all before the demonic banner was snatched away by Ji Mo.

"Shatter for me!"

Ji Mo let out a loud shout, and his palm suddenly erupted with the power of over forty thousand Dragons. Dark energy invaded the interior of the demonic banner, destroying its structure.

Outsiders only saw Ji Mo give a violent shout and then crush this special Sacred Artifact directly.

Everyone was shocked; the destructive storm just now hadn't killed him. Unexpectedly, he didn't seem to have suffered any fatal injuries.

Only that half-arm was slightly jarring, but looking at its state, it was constantly regenerating and would grow back before long.

What terrified them the most was that in this state, he didn't think about running away to recover his injuries.

Instead, he bore the energy storm head-on, unexpectedly snatched a Sacred Artifact, and crushed it with his bare hands.

What kind of Heart-Nature is this! It is simply terrifying.

Even those Saints and Saintesses of the Di Xue Family were dumbfounded at this moment. If Ji Mo had used equipment to withstand it, they could still understand.

But looking at the current situation, it was obvious that he had used his Physical Body to withstand this violent light of destruction, which was a bit beyond their understanding.

Ji Mo not being killed was a case of some being happy and others being worried. Su Yuexin's hanging heart finally dropped, but seeing Ji Mo's incomplete arm, she couldn't help but worry.

"Is he even part of the Human Race? What kind of Physical Body could be so terrifying? Not only could he withstand this terrifying blow, but he also turned around and destroyed a Sacred Weapon."

Ji Mo's actions made these people feel terrified to the point of scalp-numbing.

"He is injured. Everyone, attack together! Do not let him recover!" Old Hall Master Hong said with a gloomy face.

"I will use the sea-gazing mirror again to imprison him. Everyone, strike quickly; this time, we will completely kill this Devil Head."

"Kill!"

Seeing Ji Mo injured, everyone was naturally excited; this gave them hope.

They attacked him again. Old Hall Master Hong directly burned his Saint energy this time and threw a bottle of Medicinal Pill into his mouth.

The sea-gazing mirror's light surged again, like a bright moon, falling down with the might of a Saint.

Others did the same, attacking regardless of the cost. Various Sacred Artifacts, imbued with full intent, hacked down at Ji Mo.

"Hum! Hum! Hum!"

The sound of swords ringing out continuously. The sea-gazing mirror was indeed extraordinary, and that special imprisonment power was truly terrifying; Ji Mo had no choice but to activate his Sword Soul.

The power level of the Sword Soul was very high. As for exactly how high, limited by his own low cultivation and lack of experience, Ji Mo did not know.

This time, the rune chains unleashed by the sea-gazing mirror were actually cut inch by inch by the terrifying Sword Qi of the Sword Soul. The rune chains that kept emerging from the Void Realm were directly cut off at the root.

"What! This is the power of a Sword Soul? It can actually cut through the suppression of the sea-gazing mirror."

Old Hall Master Hong was also filled with disbelief. It was his first time encountering a Sword Cultivator who possessed a Sword Soul, so he did not know that the Sword Soul could have such an effect.

"Whatever methods you have, use them. You cannot imprison me again this time. I want to see what you have left to resist with."

Ji Mo let out a cold shout. The sword domain formed by the Sword Soul annihilated the prison created by the sea-gazing mirror, and he leaped to dodge the various powerful attacks.

Amidst the blinding Saint energy attacks, Ji Mo blasted out a passage with domineering power.

He charged straight toward the location where Qiu Yi and Qiu Er were.

"Hall Master Hong, how did Ji Mo break free!" The two men's faces changed, and they shouted loudly at Old Hall Master Hong while throwing out a Sacred Weapon to block Ji Mo, then turned and fled.

"Bang!"

Ji Mo used his only remaining fist to smash violently at the two Sacred Weapons, and the Sacred Artifacts exploded directly.

These were only Sacred Artifacts nourished by Saint energy, not full-fledged Sacred Artifacts; they simply could not withstand Ji Mo's terrifying power and were destroyed instantly.

Under Ji Mo's violent force, the fragments of the Sacred Artifacts shot directly toward the two fleeing men. Their Saint energy shields could not resist at all and were pierced with bloody holes.

Ji Mo's state at this moment was more like that of a supreme Devil Head, invincible and unstoppable. His figure did not pause as he charged directly at the two men.

It was truly a case of cleaving mountains when meeting mountains and cleaving seas when meeting seas; his power was domineering, as if he hated that the sky had no handle and the earth had no ring.

This was a one-sided battle. Without help from anyone else, without any suspense, the two fled like stray dogs for their lives.

Unfortunately, blocked by the Sacred Weapons, and with their Saint energy already mostly burned up, their speed was simply not as fast as Ji Mo's.

"Ah!"

In front of Ji Mo, the two men were no different from those Innate Third Realm Cultivators; they were both exploded with a single punch, and two clouds of blood mist burst forth again.

Ji Mo was just like that, bathing in the Saint Blood, his left arm constantly wriggling in the blood mist, and a brand-new palm was gestating and emerging.

This evil and strange scene looked as if Ji Mo had devoured the essence of the Saint Blood to nurture himself, especially with golden-black flames rising from his entire body.

In such a situation, even if he were not a Devil Head, people probably wouldn't believe it. If it weren't for the faint golden light flashing, with these black flames billowing, he would be a bona fide old Devil Head.

At this moment, only four Saint-level figures remained on the field, from two factions: the three Saint-level figures of the Xuantian Hall and the Sea Dragon Clan Leader.

"Fellow Daoist, can we sit down and have a good talk, and turn hostility into friendship?"

Old Hall Master Hong saw that the situation was bad and wanted to negotiate, or rather, plead. He was truly afraid, because he had essentially exhausted all his methods, yet he still could not take down Ji Mo.

How could they still fight? To continue fighting would only mean death; the only way out was to sue for peace.

"Fellow Daoist, the feud between our two sides is not that great; there is no need for a life-and-death struggle. If we continue to fight, it will not be good if others play the role of the oriole behind the mantis."

After saying this, he also swept his eyes across the crowd watching the battle.

The cultivation of those present was not weak, and everyone heard the old guy's words, secretly mocking his shamelessness.

If you want to surrender, then surrender; why drag us into it!

Ji Mo's gaze also swept toward the spectators. Whether they were Saint-level or those Innate Cultivators, under his gaze, they all revealed what they considered to be their kindest smiles.