80: The Death of Pang Ban

Pang Ban could no longer withstand such a powerful backlash. His body flew backward like a kite with a broken string. His eyes rolled back, and he directly fainted.

Meanwhile, the heaven and earth creation bell, which had been suspended nearby, seemed to receive some command. It flew out and steadily covered Pang Ban's tottering body.

Ji Mo secretly felt that it was necessary for this person, who was so intent on depriving him of his chance to revive, to "not appear for more than three episodes."

Of course, he wasn't sure if doing so would truly achieve his goal, but no matter what, he wanted to try.

"Clang! Clang! Clang!"

Ji Mo quickly formed Hand Seals with both hands, and the heaven and earth creation bell emitted a series of clear and resonant chimes.

Under the Fluctuations of this bell sound, Pang Ban's body instantly exploded like fireworks, turning into a cloud of blood mist.

Immediately after, this blood mist was entirely absorbed into the Inner Space by the heaven and earth creation bell.

It was quickly refined into pure energy to replenish Ji Mo's own consumption. However, after Ji Mo finished absorbing it, he discovered a dazzling drop of blood floating in the air, continuously emitting wondrous phenomena.

Now was not the time to study this; his consciousness returned to the Platform.

Ji Mo walked forward with a calm expression, bent down, and picked up the Storage Ring that Pang Ban had dropped.

Ji Mo appeared calm and composed, but the crowd below the Platform exploded into an uproar.

"Hiss—"

Gasps of cool air rose and fell, continuous like a tide.

The direction of this battle was too unexpected. Every time the crowd thought Ji Mo was doomed and about to be killed,

He would always pull out a trump card as if by magic, turning the tide and ultimately achieving victory. This plot twist left everyone dumbfounded.

The Emperor was so excited that he slammed his hand on the table and stood up, his face full of shock, muttering to himself:

"How can this kid's Physical Body strength be so formidable? He has one trump card after another; I wonder how many more he has hidden away."

The spectators, besides being shocked, were also immersed in savoring the memories of this wonderful battle.

Looking at the competitions on the other Platforms, they weren't unexciting, but compared to the one between Ji Mo and Pang Ban, they were as bland as plain water.

Indeed, everyone's attention, from beginning to end, was tightly focused on the Platform where Ji Mo and Pang Ban were.

At this moment, everyone was still replaying the thrilling battle scenes in their minds.

Just then, the Empire God of War suddenly stood up, his expression flustered, and he urgently exclaimed:

"Your Majesty, something terrible has happened! This Old Subject can no longer sense Pang Ban's Soul. He must have been completely annihilated by Ji Mo and cannot be resurrected."

Upon hearing this, the Sect Master of Fist Dao's eyes instantly turned red. Like an enraged bull, he loudly said to the Emperor:

"Your Majesty, Pang Ban is a peerless Prodigy of our sect, and he even mastered the rare Heaven Rank Intermediate Fist Technique.

This Ji Mo is so vicious, killing him completely, even annihilating his Soul. He is simply heinous, malicious, and extremely cruel in his methods!

If this continues, he will surely become a grave hidden danger to the Empire! I implore Your Majesty to punish him!"

The Emperor did not immediately respond to the Sect Master of Fist Dao. Instead, he thoughtfully gazed at Ji Mo on the Platform, secretly pondering:

This kid is young, yet his methods are endless. He must have a very powerful force supporting him from behind; he is definitely not a simple person.

At this moment, the Prime Minister stepped forward and slowly said:

"Your Majesty, at this moment, if we rashly punish Ji Mo, it would probably not be a wise move.

You see, any method Ji Mo casually displays shows his strength as a peerless Prodigy, clearly indicating that he has been carefully guided by a master behind him.

If we rashly offend him, not only will we push this peerless Prodigy, who has appeared with such difficulty in our Empire, to another faction,

But we might also offend the powerful force behind him. This absolutely cannot happen!"

The other Sect Masters heard this and secretly rejoiced, looking at the Sect Master of Fist Dao with schadenfreude.

"Your Majesty!" The Sect Master of Fist Dao still wanted to argue.

The Emperor raised his hand to interrupt the Sect Master of Fist Dao, and said with a steady and serious expression:

"My dear Subject, I understand your feelings at this moment. Pang Ban was an outstanding Disciple of your sect, and his demise naturally pains you.

But you also know that Ji Mo did not violate any rules during the competition, and all the methods he used were open and aboveboard.

Moreover, it was Pang Ban who was too arrogant and spoke wildly, threatening to make Ji Mo's Soul Flying Away and Spirit Scattering. This brought about Ji Mo's retaliation, so he is reaping what he sowed."

At this point, the Emperor paused slightly, his gaze deep as he scanned the crowd, then continued slowly:

"Furthermore, Ji Mo, at such a young age, possesses such astonishing methods. The person behind him must not be an ordinary individual; I fear we cannot afford to provoke them.

In Xuanling Continent, a dead Genius is no longer a Genius.

To provoke a potential, even more terrifying enemy for a deceased Genius is truly not worth the loss. Let this matter end here."

As the monarch of a nation, one must always assess the situation and maintain a cold Heart-Nature. When faced with a choice, one must make a decisive decision if a sacrifice is necessary.

The Sect Master of Fist Dao saw that His Majesty the Emperor had made up his mind and knew that further argument would be futile.

He could only clench his teeth tightly, his fists clenching with anger, making cracking sounds. Flames of hatred burned in his eyes as he stared fixedly at Ji Mo, thinking viciously in his heart:

"Ji Mo, you personally destroyed the hope of my Fist Dao Sect's rise. This hatred is irreconcilable; I will definitely find an opportunity to eliminate you to vent my hatred!"

At this moment, Ji Mo, who had been sent down from the Platform, inadvertently glanced at the resurrection seats and found that Pang Ban's figure did not appear there.

Noticing that the Emperor also had no intention of holding him accountable, he immediately understood that he was safe this time.

Just then, the Old Eunuch announced again in a high-pitched voice:

"All promoted contestants listen up! You will have three hours of rest time. Be sure to seize the time to restore your condition.

After three hours, another drawing will take place. This time, one person will have a bye, and the remaining two groups will continue to compete to determine the top three."

After the fierce battle in the previous round, all the promoted contestants did not win easily. At this moment, they all sat down cross-legged on the spot, operating their Cultivation Technique to adjust their condition.

Preparing to face the even more brutal challenges ahead.

Ji Mo first turned his attention to Pang Ban's Storage Ring.

After some searching, he found various Cultivation resources, as well as many Earth Rank Fist and Foot Technique Secret Manuals.

However, as expected, he did not see any trace of the two Heaven-rank Cultivation Methods.

After all, these were Cultivation Techniques passed down through Bloodline, so Pang Ban naturally wouldn't record them separately for outsiders.

However, Ji Mo still picked out two Earth-Rank Sword Techniques from this pile of Cultivation Technique Secret Manuals: one was the Intermediate Mad Demon Sword Technique, and the other was the low-grade Blazing Fire Sword Art.

At this time, there was nothing else to do. The heaven and earth furnace was operating on its own, refining heaven and earth Spirit Medicine and Spirit Stones, automatically restoring Ji Mo's True Gang Qi.

This break lasted for half a day, which was ample time, so Ji Mo planned to study the drop of fresh blood in his Inner Space.