188: Chu Feng, the sect leader of the Peerless Sect, is dead!

The Spiritual Qi between heaven and earth was stripped away, senses were also stripped away, and the entire world was filled with a desolate, withered feeling, as if only one's own existence remained.

However, Ji Mo did not feel any danger, which indicated that this Formation indeed had its unique aspects, but posed no threat to him.

Outside the Formation, the Heavenly Dragon Emperor, Ancestor Tianhong, and the Heavenly Wind Emperor were fighting like madmen.

"Heavenly Dragon Emperor, I'm giving you a chance now. Stop immediately, and I'll pretend today's events never happened. Otherwise..."

Ancestor Tianhong did not finish his sentence, but everyone understood what he meant.

"Dragon Suppressing Pagoda, suppress everything! Suppress! Suppress! Suppress!"

The Heavenly Dragon Emperor did not speak, but his actions explained everything.

The Saint Wheel behind him spun even more fiercely, and endless Saint Power poured into the Dragon Suppressing Pagoda. The giant pagoda, hundreds of feet tall, ruthlessly annihilated the world and suppressed all heavens.

"Peerless Art, unparalleled in the world!" Ancestor Tianhong's hair and beard flew wildly; he was holding nothing back.

"Wild Ancient Ape, Power of the Heavens!" The Heavenly Wind Emperor activated his Bloodline Divine Power, and a giant ape Vicious Beast emerged above his head.

A vast aura erupted, and it threw an ancient punch at the Dragon Suppressing Pagoda.

The Heavenly Dragon Emperor, despite his formidable Sacred Artifact and slightly superior strength, could not achieve victory in a short time.

At this moment, most of the Martial Artists watching were disdainful, even scornful.

Since his debut, Ji Mo had indeed killed countless people, but they were all people who deserved to die. Perhaps many were Death by shock by the aftershocks of his battles, and in this world where strength reigns supreme, you could only consider yourself unlucky; weakness was the original sin.

However, this Peerless Sect and the Great Yan Empire were acting like harlots while trying to uphold a facade of chastity, which was truly shameless.

Even the other emperors were speechless; everyone knew each other! There was no need to put on such a show. After the matter was done, they could announce it to the world and still have fun!

Inside the Formation.

Streaks of Evil-Slaying Holy Light struck at Ji Mo, each blow possessing an attack power close to the Peak of Saint Rank Third Heaven.

A total of one hundred and eight Evil-Slaying Holy Lights bombarded him, but it was useless; they could not break through the heaven and earth creation bell's defense.

They didn't even achieve the goal of exhausting Ji Mo; the heaven and earth creation bell's own operation easily resisted these attacks!

Seeing that these people could not come up with new tricks and were largely exhausted themselves, with fluctuations appearing in the Formation space.

He no longer intended to play along. His Sword Soul emerged, and space shattered!

"Sword God Descends!"

After reaching the Saint Rank, it was his first time fully activating this Heaven-rank Sword Technique. Sword Intent filled the air, transforming heaven and earth.

"Slash!"

This Sword from Beyond directly shattered the Formation space, causing the thirty-six Saint Rank Martial Artists who set up the Formation to simultaneously vomit blood, injured by the backlash.

This was not the end; how could a Sword God's strike be so easily resisted? After shattering the Formation, it suddenly transformed into thirty-six Sword Qi Dragons.

They devoured the thirty-six Saint Rank Martial Artists, tearing them into a thousand pieces. Lingchi, the extreme torture, was no worse than this. Only clumps of bloody mist and screams were left in the air.

Thirty-six Saints, dead!

"Chu Feng, it's your turn. Hehe, their fate is your end."

Surrounded by thirty-six blood mists, Ji Mo stood in the center, enveloped by the surging demonic flames, like a demon god.

His black hair danced wildly, and his killing intent grew even more brutal.

"Kill!"

As the Formation exploded, nearly ten Saint Rank Martial Artists from the Peerless Sect launched indiscriminate attacks at Ji Mo.

With the heaven and earth creation bell protecting him, he ignored these mountain-splitting abilities and charged directly at Chu Feng.

"Instant Burst!"

Six hundred thousand Dragons of violent power converged into a single point, shattering everything. An invisible force blasted towards Chu Feng.

As the Sect Master of the Peerless Sect, his cultivation base was ordinary, but he still had some trump cards.

He took out a broken shield, and with Saint Power activated, this one-third of a shield suddenly expanded, covering him like a doorway.

"Clang!"

The force of the punch, which even a Saint Rank Third Heaven expert could not withstand, struck the shield, producing the sound of metal colliding.

"Haha! This shield of mine is a fragment of an Emperor Weapon; you can't kill me!" Although Chu Feng was sweating profusely internally, he spoke defiantly.

"Then let you experience despair. This shield is strong, but let's see if you are as strong!"

Suddenly, Ji Mo transformed into a long rainbow and flew directly in front of Chu Feng.

His fists became afterimages, "Clang, clang, clang..." It was like smithing iron. This damaged Emperor Weapon was indeed strong; each punch carried the power of six hundred thousand Dragons, yet it couldn't leave any mark on the shield.

Chu Feng, behind the shield, was in misery. Each of Ji Mo's punches carried a hidden force that penetrated. Even with the formidable Emperor Weapon, one or two tenths of the force still entered Chu Feng's body.

"Puff, puff..."

After dozens of punches, Chu Feng would vomit a mouthful of blood with each of Ji Mo's strikes.

"Bang!"

Chu Feng could no longer withstand Ji Mo's terrifying attacks. His Physical Body shattered, his Saint Power dispersed, and he could no longer maintain the damaged Emperor Weapon, being sent flying by a single blow.

Chu Feng's body was now a puddle of flesh, with only his head still intact.

He walked over, grabbed Chu Feng's screaming head, and lifted it, "Sect Master Chu, are you satisfied with my gift today?"

Those Saint Rank Old Ancestors of the Peerless Sect were now hesitant, stopping their attacks.

There is great fear in the face of death, especially for Chu Feng, who had only recently broken through to the Saint Rank. At this moment, he no longer held his high and mighty posture, begging Ji Mo like a wild dog.

"Ji Mo, spare me. Your enemy was Song Jianyi; he has already been killed by you. Spare me, and today's grievances will be wiped clean. The position of Peerless Sect Master is yours; from now on, I will only revere you."

Ji Mo scoffed, yet he replied seriously,

"Three years ago, when I was weak, I entered the Peerless Sect, first to pursue the Peak of Martial Dao, and second to investigate my parents' enemies. But I received no care from the Sect and was constantly pursued, starting from Song Jianyi's subordinate, all the way until you, the Sect Master, issued a kill order. How can I spare you?"

"You and I originally had no grievances; everything is because of you!"

"Today, let everything return to dust, and all grievances be extinguished!"

After saying that, he exerted force with his hand, and the head of the renowned Peerless Sect Master, Chu Feng, exploded. His headless body fell onto the plaza.

At this moment, Ji Mo's white robe fluttered without wind, his clothes rustling, forming a stark contrast with the black flames emanating from his body.

The might of having successively killed thirty-eight Saint Rank Martial Artists made him stand like a demon god in the center of the Platform.

His gaze swept across, decisive and ruthless, fully displaying the demeanor of a hero, slaughtering Saint Rank Martial Artists as easily as slaughtering pigs and dogs.