Originated from mountains and seas, life never ends

Under the watchful eyes of the crowd, Chen Mo slowly raised his head and met Chen Yao's gaze.

The dark eyes were too far away, and Chen Yao could not see the expression in them. He only saw him staring at him quietly for a while, and then -

Turn around and run.

Chen Yao:?

Chen Mo didn't hesitate at all, and didn't even make a tentative move. He turned his head and turned into a shadow and wanted to escape.

Unfortunately, it failed in the end.

"Why are you running, brother?"

Chen Yao stopped in front of him and looked at him with a smile.

Chen Mo said nothing, but slowly stepped back. Suddenly, a silk thread was wrapped around his waist and he was pulled over.

"You can't run away." Miao Kaijie gently supported his waist and glanced at Chen Yao not far away, his eyes dark.

"How many people are there?" Qin Xiao looked at him.

"There are more than a dozen at the moment." Miao Kaijie said, glanced at Mo Hanyu who remained silent, and nodded at Qin Xiao.

Qin Xiao looked over and saw that he had frowned and lowered his eyes. He patted his arm lightly and asked him, "What do you think?"

"...Seventeen." Mo Hanyu tightened his fingers slightly, frowned, and was obviously a little annoyed.

Qin Xiao thought about what happened just now and asked with concern: "What happened?"

"...It's okay." Mo Hanyu turned his head slightly. Even so, his furrowed brows and tightly pursed lips revealed his bad mood at the moment.

Qin Xiao didn't understand, and seeing that he didn't want to talk to him, he slowly frowned.

"Wake up that loser and let him come out to attract fire." Mo Hanyu said to him.

"But he hasn't woken up yet." Qin Xiao knew who he was talking about.

"Then wake him up directly." Mo Hanyu's words were tinged with hostility, and he seemed anxious.

"...Mo Hanyu."

Mo Hanyu suddenly woke up and looked at Qin Xiao. He saw that his eyes were cold and he was staring at him intently.

"What happened?"

Qin Xiao could feel that there were more and more people around him, and the mixed Qi was becoming thicker and thicker. Given his personality, he would definitely strike first, but he remained motionless and looked at Mo Hanyu calmly.

Mo Hanyu's breathing was rapid. Under Qin Xiao's gaze, he had to restrain his emotions. He rubbed his eyebrows and took a deep breath: "Xiao, I... saw something very bad."

"what's up?"

"I saw... you were..." Mo Hanyu's lips trembled and he found it difficult to speak.

What should he say, and how could he say it calmly?

However, Qin Xiao seemed unaware of his embarrassment and continued to stare at him.

Mo Hanyu knew he couldn't delay any longer, so he gritted his teeth and said, "I saw... you being... your body being chopped vertically..."

By the end of his speech, Mo Hanyu could barely contain the murderous intent that surged within him. Even with the mask covering his face, Qin Xiao, standing beside him, could still sense the thick, cold murderous aura.

"That... is the future?" Mo Hanyu's lips couldn't stop trembling. He wanted to tell himself that it was the past, or the distant future, but that scene... was obviously not much different from here.

When Mo Hanyu thought of this, his heart felt cold and uncomfortable, as if it was twisted together. He couldn't help but bend over, feeling anxious and depressed, and afraid of the future. Complex emotions filled his nerves, pulling him, as if to drag him into the abyss.

"…Calm down."

A warm hand gently patted his cheek. Mo Hanyu suddenly raised his eyes and met those calm black eyes.

"The future is uncertain." Qin Xiao probably understood where Mo Hanyu's anxiety and irritability came from. While marveling at his ability, he comforted him, "The future is unpredictable. No matter how powerful one is, they cannot predict the future with absolute certainty."

Mo Hanyu's eyes warmed up again: "Then——"

"I won't die." Qin Xiao looked at him, "At least not here."

Perhaps influenced by the calm and peaceful aura surrounding Qin Xiao, Mo Hanyu's anxious heart gradually calmed down and his breathing slowed down.

"Have you two come up with a plan?"

Miao Kaijie suddenly rushed over to the two of them and asked with a raised eyebrow.

"What plan?" Qin Xiao looked at him.

Miao Kaijie looked at him for a while, then suddenly smiled: "Pure flirting?"

"What a mess." Mo Hanyu said unhappily.

"No, you two have been whispering here for so long, I thought you were discussing countermeasures, but I didn't expect you two were just chatting." Miao Kaijie said helplessly, "Let's wait and see. I know you two must be missing each other after being apart for so long, but let's deal with the matter at hand first, right?"

"How do you think we should solve this problem?" Qin Xiao asked him. "You should have realized that it's very difficult to break through."

Someone unknown had created a river of lava a hundred miles away, encircling it. A scorching aura, accompanied by black smoke from molten vegetation, slowly ascended. Furthermore, a number of unfamiliar auras could be sensed around it.

"...I give up." Miao Kaijie slapped his forehead and said helplessly, "I thought I could make it to the end."

"You think it's too simple." Mo Hanyu crossed his arms and said, "If it were really that simple, you wouldn't have said it was so serious before."

"Oh, everyone has a wish for luck." Miao Kaijie waved his hand, disagreeing.

Mo Hanyu shook his head and was about to say something when a strong wind whistled in, like an invisible sickle, attacking the necks of several people.

"Alas." Miao Kaijie sighed, tightened the silk thread, and jumped into the air to avoid the wind.

Mo Hanyu, Qin Xiao and others beside him also reacted quickly and dodged.

"You are the jade?"

An arrogant figure appeared before them. The man, wearing cloud boots and carrying a massive sickle, raised an eyebrow and asked.

"I think we should be human." Miao Kaijie said with a smile.

The man snorted coldly and swung his sword again. A strong wind blew, and Miao Kaijie and Chen Mo exchanged glances before striking simultaneously!

Chen Mo transformed into a snake shadow, circling on the ground. In the blink of an eye, the shadow wrapped around the man's feet. At the same time, Miao Kaijie kicked back to gain momentum, and a silk thread quietly wrapped around the man's wrist guard. As he jumped up to avoid the wind blade, he quickly tightened the thread and arrived beside the man at the same time as Chen Mo.

The man saw a flash before his eyes and before he could react, he felt a sharp pain at his feet and was stepped on hard in the face. His body lost its balance and he fell heavily to the ground.

Miao Kaijie moved his foot to the man's neck, stepped on his throat tightly, and looked at him coldly.

The man was having difficulty breathing, his face was turning purple, and it seemed like he was going to die in the next second.

But the next second, the sound of drums rang out. The light shining on the man quickly transformed into a solid shield, repelling the snake's shadow.

Miao Kaijie felt something strange beneath his feet and quickly retreated. As he lifted his foot, the light from the shield transformed into a sharp blade, swiftly sweeping past the spot where his ankle had been.

If I don't evacuate in time, I'm afraid one of my legs will be broken.

"Cough cough!!"

The man stood up while coughing violently. Feeling the breath around him, he couldn't help but ask, "Why didn't I see you come just now?!"

"How would I know you were so reckless?" Chen Yao glanced at him and said lightly.

"you--!"

The man wanted to say something, but Chen Yao had already turned his gaze to look at Chen Mo who was silent opposite him.

The slightly longer bangs almost covered the pupil, revealing only one eye that stared at him intently, like stagnant water without a trace of light.

Chen Yao suddenly snorted coldly, turned the drumstick in his hand, and flew towards Chen Mo.

Miao Kaijie wanted to stop it, but a hurricane blocked his way.

"They're just fighting each other, so as an outsider, don't get involved."

A whirlwind was swirling above the palm of the tiger-fanged boy's right hand. As he spoke, the whirlwind was swung out, and in an instant it formed a hurricane dozens of meters high. The wind and clouds changed drastically, and all the surrounding grass and trees were crushed to pieces.

Miao Kaijie let out a light click of his tongue and sent out the silk thread in his hand again, but it was easily sucked away by the hurricane and completely digested in an instant.

At the same time, a threat came from behind. The girl holding a paper umbrella came close to him and waved her hand to form a huge water dragon, which circled and roared towards Miao Kaijie.

Attacked from both sides, the violent aura seemed to tear him apart.

Miao Kaijie frowned and glanced in the direction of Qin Xiao and Mo Hanyu. Seeing that both of them were attacked, and seeing that Chen Mo could handle it for a while, he controlled his temper and concentrated on dealing with the two of them.

Qin Xiao glanced at Mo Hanyu. These people seemed to be focusing on the two of them, and he alone had to deal with four people.

Fortunately, these four people do not have much tacit understanding, and one of them is at the intermediate level, otherwise it would be really difficult to deal with them.

Qin Xiao thought about it, and drew the roaring flames and the vines entwined below together, then broke free and watched the flames burn the vines to ashes.

"Are you mentally ill? Didn't you see I was chasing him? Why did you set fire to him?" a woman cursed angrily.

"It was clearly me who attacked first! You're the one getting in the way here!" The man refused to give in.

Qin Xiao gripped the long sword tightly, and suddenly felt something strange. He turned around and saw a familiar fire palm coming towards him.

It’s Liu Huangli.

"Glass Fire Palm."

This palm was weaker than the previous one and was not enough to cause fatal injuries to Qin Xiao, but it was a bit tricky.

Qin Xiao released lightning all over his body and disappeared in the blink of an eye. But the Fire Palm followed closely behind, and Qin Xiao had no choice but to release lightning. The tip of the knife flashed and split the Fire Palm in half.

Fortunately, Liu Huangli did not continue to pursue. Seeing Qin Xiao break this move, Liu Huangli retreated to a safe enough position and watched the fight between Qin Xiao and others coldly.

Qin Xiao gradually frowned, feeling a little annoyed by his actions.

It would be fine if he attacked directly, but he has been standing in this position. I have not withdrawn from the attack range, and I have to be on guard against him, which is a bit troublesome.

Qin Xiao frowned, and after deflecting the sharp steel needle, he suddenly attacked and kicked the intermediate-level man in the heart.

Lightning flashed through the boy, and he felt his heart suddenly shrink. A huge electric current rushed through his body, and he flew backwards uncontrollably and fell heavily to the ground. Blood flowed out of all his orifices uncontrollably, and he twitched a few times before he became motionless.

This was the first time that Qin Xiao took the initiative to attack after fighting with them. He eliminated a mid-level warrior with just one strike... Several people were shocked and became nervous at the same time.

"Give up now and go back."

The drum sounded, Chen Yao stopped Chen Mo, raised his chin slightly, and said.

Chen Mo looked at him and still said nothing.

"This matter has nothing to do with you, as long as you are obedient." Chen Yao smiled, with a sharp light flashing in his eyes.

"...Why?" Chen Mo finally spoke, looking at him.

"Evil cultivators are inherently despised and hated. Many have grudges against them, while others seek to rid the people of their evil. You're not so naive as to think this competition will go smoothly, are you?" Chen Yao laughed and said, "This is just the beginning."

"You participated too." Chen Mo looked at him, not asking a question.

"Now that I'm here, can't I explain the answer?" Chen Yao smiled. "Don't look at me like that. Liu Huangli also agreed."

"What inevitable connection is there between him and you?" Chen Mo asked coldly.

Chen Yao stared at him intently, then suddenly said, "Father agrees too."

Chen Mo paused.

"Father...I'm extremely disappointed with your behavior this time." Chen Yao stared at him, as if trying to read something from his face. "Let me take you home after this competition."

“…I won’t go back.”

"Mother misses you very much."

Chen Mo was silent.

"Even if you don't like father and me... you can't abandon mother, right?" Chen Yao said with a smile.

Chen Mo didn't say anything, but stared at him with complicated eyes.

"...Don't look at me like that, it will make me sad."

As Chen Yao spoke, he dodged a shadow that suddenly appeared under his feet.

"And, to be honest, I still don't understand why you left us." The golden drumstick struck the drum, and the light enveloped the earth, as if it could dispel all darkness.

...Including him?

Chen Yao looked at the pitch-black pupils, and the fire in his chest seemed to grow even stronger.

"Weren't you the one who always listened to your brother?" Chen Yao seemed to remember something and chuckled, "Can't you listen to me again this time?"

Chen Mo did not answer, and the shadows under his feet suddenly dispersed, as if he was in a posture of resistance.

He answered silently. Chen Yao's smile remained, but his aura gradually grew colder.

"What? Now, have you finally come to your senses?"

"Are you going to attack me, your brother?"

Chen Yao lowered the corners of his lips and said in a cold voice.

Chen Mo remained silent for a moment, not answering his question. A snake shadow slowly emerged from his body, his entire aura restrained, and when he raised his eyes, he looked unusually cold.

Chen Yao frowned, suddenly clenched the drumstick, and hit the drum hard.

The sound of drums echoed in his ears. Looking at the young man standing in the shadows, Chen Yao heard another voice in his ears.

"Why are we fighting?"

The child's voice is tender and carries an indescribable innocence.

The six-year-old child raised his tender and lovely face, and looked at him with a voice that was no different from his own, with eyes full of trust. When he didn't answer, his lips curled up slightly, and his eyes as clear as black pearls were instantly filled with tears.

"Brother, are you going to hit me?"