My eight sisters are the only ones who dote on me, and they are all crazy about supporting their you

Mo Shenyuan's footsteps caused the void to tremble, the ancient sword hummed in his palm, Daoist charm surrounded him, and the immense pressure was like a vast ocean before a storm.

It seemed as if a monstrous wave could surge at any moment.

"Become a god?"

Lan Tu frowned, staring at the middle-aged man in black robes, and inexplicably felt a faint imperial aura.

If a cultivator is not worshipped by the people, nor nourished by the dragon energy of the empire.

It would be impossible for him to possess the aura and majesty of an emperor.

If he's right, this person should be a living emperor.

"The imperial Mo family are descendants of that scoundrel."

Shangguan Wan recalled that she had fought against the Mo family two thousand years ago.

He initially established his influence in China, gained a large following, and founded the Holy Light Sect.

Later, he sought to seize control of a country. He fought a great battle with the immortal Mohist master.

Unfortunately……

Shangguan Wan shook her head and smiled; these were all old stories.

For two thousand autumns and winters, she has survived to this day by sealing her spiritual source.

The people and events of the past have long since melted away in the river of time.

In the distance, streaks of light rushed in, following Mo Shenyuan in perfect unison.

Besides the few worshippers, there were some unfamiliar faces; they were members of the Mo family who were traveling and practicing cultivation.

All ten were highly skilled in cultivation and exuded a powerful aura of authority.

If someone well-versed in history were present, they would certainly be taken aback by them.

Because...they were all rulers who had served for nearly a thousand years!

“They are direct descendants of the Mo family.” Mo Shenyuan looked at Xiao Ke with a smile.

"You probably haven't seen them before, so I specially summoned them here this time."

"And as for Xiaoyu, I managed to keep her at home."

Several elders of the Mo family greeted Wang Xiaoke with kind smiles.

Wang Xiaoke nodded to him from afar, feeling deeply moved.

Our ancestors were so benevolent and righteous; now they've revealed all their secrets.

The Mo family members are scattered, with basically only the main line's descendants staying in Kyoto.

Unless faced with a life-or-death crisis, the Mohist school chooses to ignore its inherent strengths.

Therefore, only Mo Yanyu's family is publicly known.

This is probably the first time in a thousand years that they have joined forces to help outsiders fight against the enemy.

Mo Shenyuan's long robes fluttered, his deep eyes lowered, and he exuded an imperial aura—an aura cultivated from long years in a high position.

"Heh~ The Xiao family is so arrogant. If I had known they were a menace, I shouldn't have let you go in the first place, so you wouldn't be wagging your tails and barking like dogs here..."

"You have disgraced the royal family. Even if it were your ancestors, I would still have to kill you wicked creatures."

Xiao Cang gritted his teeth, his violent aura erupting uncontrollably.

Was he wrong to keep trying to knock on the door of the Divine Transformation for two hundred years?

Repeatedly hopeless, watching helplessly as lifespan slips away and vital energy declines.

There was finally hope.

The Liuxue Sect agreed to extradite the ancient realm, ensuring the Xiao family would not be implicated.

Rather than following Wang Xiaoke to his death, it's better to seek refuge with the ancient immortal sects...

"Having one more Mo Shenyuan won't change anything. When my clan takes power in the future, the Mo family..."

Before the threatening words could be finished, a Bagua diagram suddenly fell down.

Ye Xiao was the first to notice, and with a palm strike towards the sky, five illusory fingers rose up to support the heavens.

Boom!

The shockwave stretched for tens of kilometers, ancient trees swayed, mountains trembled, and the Bagua diagram spun rapidly.

Seeing that the two sides were evenly matched, another huge object fell like a meteorite.

The terrifying energy fluctuations were almost enough to shatter mountains...

boom! !

Ye Xiao staggered, his face turning pale from the force of the impact.

Upon seeing this, Lan Tu and Leng Qianfan simultaneously activated the Bagua Formation.

With the combined efforts of the three semi-saints, cracks quickly spread across the Bagua diagram.

With a crisp sound, golden light scattered and disappeared into the void.

"Grandpa Fox did it on purpose, arriving to provide support only now."

Wang Xiaoke pursed her lips, somewhat speechless.

"You brat! How dare you speak to your master like that? I rushed here without even having lunch, and you're still complaining about me? Be careful, or I'll become a hands-off manager!"

The giant gourd floated in the air. Wu Tu rose from his meditation, a thirty-three-layered Tai Chi diagram hanging on his back, ever-changing and incredibly mysterious.

"The law of yin and yang?"

"Another half-saint."

Lan Tu was taken aback; he hadn't expected this situation.

The message Yunpeng brought back only mentioned that there was a half-saint in the other world.

Ye Xiao recognized the white-bearded old Taoist: "You're the guy who was lying in wait that day?"

“No seats!”

The giant gourd shrank dramatically and was hung on Wu Tu's waist.

He looked around with his hands behind his back, and his gaze suddenly froze when it fell on Shangguan Wan.

Hmm? The aura of spiritual energy? No one knows this scent better than him!

Shangguan Wan looked up at him and smiled, "Do you perhaps recognize me?"

Wu Tu shook his head decisively; he was certain he had never met the other person before.

It's strange where she got the spiritual source, since this thing is extremely rare. He had a piece before he took human form, but he lost it later.

"I never imagined that there would be three half-step Nascent Soul cultivators in this barren land."

Ye Xiao summoned the Nine Yang Golden Scroll, and in an instant, the Nine Yang Phenomenon appeared behind him, emanating a supreme pressure that made all the powerful figures tremble.

"This is really troublesome. I want to resolve this quickly, but it seems I'll have to use some methods."

The golden tablet emitted a dazzling light, and the Chinese cultivators who were illuminated by it felt unbearably hot. Even their spiritual shields could not block the heat, and their souls felt as if they were being roasted.

Mo Shenyuan frowned: "This person is the strongest among them!"

Wang Xiaoke nodded. He would keep them there no matter the cost, and use them as hostages to get his sister back.

"understood."

"Grandpa Fox, you pick that old dog. Elder Han and Ancestor Shenyuan, you two deal with those two."

"It shouldn't be difficult for Patriarch Nangong and Patriarch Ji to hold one off, right?"

"As for the rest, the advantage of one against three is in my hands."

Han Daoren looked troubled: "Can Xiao Ke handle this?"

A mid-stage Nascent Soul cultivator fighting three Half-Saints alone is something no one would consider a fantasy.

Lu Ning swallowed hard. Was this kid really that brave?

What does this mean? A five-year-old child says he wants to fight three adults.

That's insane.

"Proceed according to the previous plan," Wang Xiaoke transmitted to the group.

Wu Tu's eyes were strange: "Are you sure you're not trying to trick your master?"

He still felt it was risky; if something went wrong this time, he probably wouldn't even be left with a trace.

"Are you questioning my character?" Wang Xiaoke looked at Wu Tu with a resentful expression.

"Elder Han and the others all trust me. You call yourself my master, yet you don't even have basic trust. It's heartbreaking."

Wu Tu chuckled awkwardly, wondering to himself what kind of character this little rascal had.

They always manage to rip off their master, and every time they end up getting a tuft of hair out of him.

"Alright, this old Taoist priest will risk his life one more time. My good disciple, you must not make a mistake, this old Taoist priest is not tired of living yet!"

Wu Tu hesitated for only a moment, and then went straight to Ye Xiao, the strongest among them.

"Yin Yang Light-Slaying Gourd!"

The broken gourd suddenly rose up, spewing out two long spears, one black and one white, which pierced towards the illusory image of the Nine Suns, severing the light wherever they passed.

bang bang...

One after another, the suns burst open, and the Yin-Yang spears nearly melted away.

Xiao Ye picked up the Nine Yang Golden Scroll, his magnificent robes fluttering without wind, his Daoist aura surging like the tide, and a golden light shot towards Wu Tu.

Han Daoren used a whisk to carve characters, and the profound characters he imprinted stirred up a great force.

The Fifth Grand Elder was surrounded by the Law of Clear Wind, and countless invisible blades slashed towards him.

"Humph!"

With a soft utterance, he slowly raised his foot, descending with the power of a dragon and an elephant.

"We were both suppressed to the half-saint level, but you are no match for me."

The moment the foot touched the ground, the entire space seemed to sink, and the condensed wind blades shattered into dust.

Mo Shenyuan, with a stern expression, drew his sword and approached the Third Elder of the Liuxue Sect.

After a brief standoff, the man in black and the man in white engaged in a fierce battle.

The aftershocks of the battle shattered mountains and split the earth, shocking all the powerful figures. Those at the Golden Core stage turned pale, unable to withstand the pressure, and hastily retreated dozens of kilometers.

Xiao Cang wanted to take advantage of the chaos, but an old Taoist priest with a white beard blocked his way.

"Master Taixu of Kunlun Sect, please enlighten me!"

At the same time, experts from the Divine Court and members of the Mo family joined the battle.

The great battle broke out again, and it was even more intense and brutal than before.

Lan Tu stared at the handsome young man who was slowly walking towards them as if he were a fool.

"Arrogant and conceited, he thinks he knows nothing of the world just because he has a little talent!"

Leng Qianfan stood with his hands behind his back, his eyes filled with a murderous aura.

Shangguan Wan smiled and looked him over meaningfully.

Is it stupidity?

Or is it confidence?

The three semi-saints' Dao principles collapsed, and their supreme pressure instilled fear and terror in everyone.

Wang Xiaoke raised his longsword, its sharp edge pointing directly at the narrow strip of sky.

"Let's go together."

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