After transmigrating, she became the most beloved beast in the world.

Mo and Chu Xinyao stood by a small table in front of the divine tree, on which lay a dagger and an exquisite porcelain bowl.

Chu Xinyao looked at Mo in confusion. What did this mean?

Mo gently comforted him, "Don't be afraid, it's just a ritual, it only requires a drop of blood from your finger." After he finished speaking, he picked up the dagger, made a cut on his finger, and then dripped the blood onto the root of the big tree.

He pulled Chu Xinyao close and gently repeated the same action, dripping the blood from Chu Xinyao's fingertip onto the base of the tree. Then, he put Chu Xinyao's injured finger into his mouth.

Seeing this, the high priestess picked up her staff and began to whisper. As she whispered, the sacred tree seemed to be awakened. Its thick trunk began to emit a faint light, and its branches and leaves moved without wind, as if responding to some ancient and mysterious power.

In the blink of an eye, the divine tree blossomed, countless flowers blooming on its branches, their colors pure and captivating. The opening of the flowers was accompanied by a faint fragrance, a refreshing and delightful aroma that soothed the soul.

Even more miraculously, as the flowers bloomed, a branch of the divine tree stretched out and began to seep water droplets towards the exquisite porcelain bowl. This water was clear and transparent, yet carried an indescribable luster, slowly flowing into the porcelain bowl.

Mo unconsciously tightened his grip on Chu Xinyao's hand, the pain pulling Chu Xinyao away from the shocking scene. Only then did she notice that the square was completely silent, everyone holding their breath and staring at the amazing spectacle.

Mo took the divine water from the high priest, drank half of it, and then held the bowl to Chu Xinyao's lips.

"Xinyao, drink this, and we'll be husband and wife." His eyes were deep and his voice even carried a seductive quality.

Everyone's eyes turned to Chu Xinyao. She felt unprecedented pressure; everyone was waiting for her to drink the water. She looked at the bowl of clear water, hesitant. The miraculous scene just now was indeed astonishing, but this water…

Her heart started racing, and she felt her palms sweating.

Mo stared intently at Chu Xinyao, noticing her hesitation and growing urgency, yet he dared not make any further moves. "Xinyao, as long as you drink it, we can be together forever, and no one can separate us. We will be the happiest couple on the continent, protected by the divine tree, and I will always be good to you, never wavering in my heart!"

Upon hearing this, Chu Xinyao's heart began to waver; perhaps this divine water could truly bring them happiness.

She took a deep breath, preparing to drink the bowl of divine water. Just as her lips were about to touch the water, an arrow suddenly pierced the silence, shooting towards the bowl of divine water with a sharp whistling sound.

Before this, Mo might not have had a chance to shoot the arrow at all. But now, Mo is completely focused on getting Chu Xinyao to drink the divine water.

But Mo reacted swiftly; almost the instant the arrow was released, he sensed the danger. Without hesitation, he immediately pulled Chu Xinyao behind him, shielding her with his body. At the same time, the porcelain bowl in his hand met the arrow head-on. The bowl shattered upon impact, shards flying everywhere, spilling the remaining half-bowl of divine water.

A gasp rippled through the crowd in the square. Some were surprised by the sudden attack, while others lamented the loss of that once-in-a-century bowl of divine water.

Mo's face darkened, and a glint of rage flashed in his crimson eyes as he aimed a raging fire at the newcomer. His body tensed, and his immense power could no longer be concealed.

At the same time, a tiger's roar rang out, deafening and creating a sense of oppression for everyone present. A figure stepped out from the crowd, his eyes filled with provocation and anger.

"Lord Mo, you've really got a good plan!" The man's voice was full of sarcasm. "You stole my female and tricked her into drinking the divine water that only allows her to mate with you. Such actions really damage your reputation as the number one eighth-level expert."

Mo's face grew even darker, his voice as cold as ice: "White Tiger Clan's Tiger Roar, are you courting death?"

A-Da and the others appeared around Mo and Chu Xinyao, their weapons gleaming coldly as they aimed at Hu Xiao.

Chu Xinyao's face was also a little pale. She hadn't expected Hu Xiao to appear here. Seeing that the two sides were about to clash over her, she wanted to go up and explain.

Before she could act, Tiger Roar sneered, "Snake Ink, do you really think you can control everything? Do you really think you can get everything you want through such despicable means?"

Mo's gaze shot out like a sharp sword, filled with killing intent. "Tiger Roar, you'd better leave immediately, or don't blame me for being impolite."

Hu Xiao laughed heartily, unconcerned by Mo's threat. He turned to Chu Xinyao and said domineeringly, "Xinyao, I've come to pick you up. Come with me!"

"You're courting death!" Mo roared, his figure vanishing from his spot in an instant, appearing before Hu Xiao the next moment. His fist, accompanied by a whooshing sound, struck Hu Xiao's face. His speed and power were so great that it was difficult to follow his movements; it was as if even the air itself seemed to groan in pain at his speed.

Tiger Roar reacted quickly, merely shifting his body slightly to dodge Mo's straight punch. At the same time, his palm transformed into a tiger claw, carrying a sharp claw wind, and he swung it back towards Mo's chest.

The fight between the two erupted instantly, with fists and feet clashing and powerful winds swirling around them.

Upon seeing this, A-Da and the others immediately went forward to evacuate the surrounding tribesmen to prevent the battle from affecting the Mo-She tribesmen.

Chu Xinyao stood by the sacred tree, watching the two fighting with worry. She wanted to stop them, but the anger of the tribesmen below forced her to keep her mouth shut. She didn't understand why the tribesmen were so agitated by the fact that their marriage was a matter between her and Mo.

In the battle, the two fought with relentless force, each move exploding with deadly precision. Mo's attacks were like a storm, every punch aimed at Hu Xiao's vital points. His fist shadows rained down on Hu Xiao like dense raindrops, each strike carrying the power to destroy everything.

Tiger Roar completely abandoned defense and directly confronted him. His attacks were like a tiger descending the mountain, carrying an unstoppable momentum. His body moved nimbly in the battle, and every dodge and counterattack was full of wildness.

The battle between the two intensified, distorting the surrounding air with the force of their punches and kicks. Each collision produced a dull thud, like thunder. Their figures intertwined in the fight, making them difficult to distinguish; Chu Xinyao could only see two figures, one black and one blue, constantly clashing and crossing paths.

Finally, after another fierce exchange, Mo found an opening in Hu Xiao's defenses and struck him squarely in the chest with a fist filled with deadly intent. Hu Xiao's body flew out like a kite with a broken string, crashing heavily to the ground.

Tiger Roar struggled to his feet, blood trickling from the corner of his mouth. Mo, enveloped in the surrounding poisonous mist, walked towards him step by step, like the approach of death.

"If you don't act now, what are you waiting for!"

A white figure flashed into view, white feathers transforming into countless flying swords that shot straight towards Mo's face. The attack was sudden and swift; the white feathers, like sharp arrows, sliced ​​through the air, emitting a piercing whistling sound.

Mo reacted with lightning speed, his body contorting at an incredible angle to dodge most of the feather swords. A few feathers, however, still left bloody marks on his body. A flicker of surprise crossed his eyes; he clearly hadn't expected such a sudden intervention.