One person said: "If I make you a holy child, will you be granted godhood through the art of Gu

As soon as Jiang Mo finished speaking, the temperature in the entire conference room seemed to drop several degrees.

The killing intent emanating from him sent a chill down the spines of everyone present.

"Brother Jiang Mo, would you like us to come with you?" Zhang Chulan asked with some concern.

"Although the Quanxing group isn't particularly strong, they have a large number of members and use insidious methods."

Jiang Mo waved his hand: "No need, I can manage on my own."

"You all stay here and continue discussing the specific arrangements for tomorrow's meeting."

"I'll be back soon."

The progenitor of all poisons nodded: "Go, but remember, leave a few alive."

"Although the people of the Whole Society commit many evils, every bit of their strength is precious when facing the Source of Nothingness."

"If we can transform them for our own use, it would be a form of waste utilization."

A cold smile flashed in Jiang Mo's eyes: "Grandmaster, rest assured, I know my limits."

However, the lesson that needs to be taught must be taught.

As he spoke, Jiang Mo formed hand seals, and the essence of the myriad Gu within his body began to surge.

"Space teleportation activated."

A golden portal appeared in the center of the conference room, with a burning city displayed on the other side.

"I'll be right back."

Jiang Mo stepped into the teleportation portal and instantly disappeared from everyone's sight.

On the other side of the portal is a medium-sized city in North China.

The city was in chaos, with explosions and fires everywhere.

The streets were littered with injured people, and almost all the windows of the buildings were shattered.

In the city's central square, several members of the Quanxing Society, dressed in outlandish costumes, were wreaking havoc.

The leader was a bald, burly man with a face full of scars, none other than Tu Junfang, one of the Four Madmen of Quanxing.

"Hahaha. Is this the world ruled by the so-called King of Ten Thousand Poisons?"

Tu Junfang laughed wildly, unleashing his supernatural powers and destroying the surrounding buildings beyond recognition.

"What kind of lousy successor of the Gu God is he? He can't even control this little situation."

"He dares to convene a grand meeting of the supernatural world? I think he's tired of living."

There were also several Quanxing cadres around Tu Junfang.

One of the thin men chuckled sinisterly, "Brother Tu is right."

"That Jiang Mo has some skill, but that's about it."

"We, the Quanxing, are the true kings of the world of supernatural beings."

"Anyone who dares to disobey will be taught a lesson."

Just as these Quanxing members were getting carried away with their triumph, a golden light suddenly appeared in the sky.

In the light, a figure slowly descended, like a god descending to earth.

It was Jiang Mo.

"Who's shouting like that here?"

Although Jiang Mo's voice wasn't loud, it clearly carried throughout the entire square.

Every word carried an irresistible authority, causing everyone to involuntarily stop what they were doing.

Tu Junfang looked up at the sky, and when he saw that the person who came was Jiang Mo, the wild laughter on his face instantly froze.

"Ginger... ginger ink?"

"How did you get here so quickly?"

Jiang Mo slowly landed in the center of the square, his gaze sweeping coldly over the Quanxing members present.

"I thought some important person was causing trouble here."

"They were just a bunch of clowns."

"Tu Junfang, it's been a long time."

Tu Junfang tried to remain calm, but his voice already betrayed obvious nervousness:

"Jiang Mo, don't think you're so great just because you have some strength."

"We, the Quanxing, are not afraid of you."

"Today, I'll show you what we're capable of."

As he spoke, Tu Junfang suddenly unleashed his supernatural ability, and a powerful energy surge emanated from his body.

"Soul-Clarifying Technique, die!"

Tu Junfang's Mind Control Technique allows him to manipulate the minds of others, which is considered a rather powerful ability in the world of supernatural beings.

However, when this mental impact struck Jiang Mo, it was like an egg hitting a rock, shattering instantly.

Jiang Mo didn't even blink.

"That's it?"

Jiang Mo's voice was filled with obvious disappointment.

"I thought you Quanxing had made some progress over the years."

"It seems I overestimated you all."

When Tu Junfang saw that his attack was completely ineffective, his face turned deathly pale.

"This...this is impossible."

"How could my Soul-Clearing Technique be ineffective against you?"

Jiang Mo sneered: "The gap between you and me is no longer on the same level."

"Just as an ant cannot move an elephant, your attack is nothing more than a tickle to me."

As he spoke, the essence of all Gu within Jiang Mo's body began to circulate.

A terrifying pressure instantly enveloped the entire square, and all the Quanxing members felt an unprecedented fear.

This feeling is like being watched by the Grim Reaper.

"Suppress the source of all evil."

Jiang Mo gently raised his right hand, and a surge of golden energy flowed from his palm.

This energy appears gentle, but it contains terrifying power.

Wherever it passed, the space itself began to tremble.

Tu Junfang and the others tried to escape, but found that they could not move their bodies at all.

The terrifying pressure felt like a giant mountain pressing down on them, making it difficult for them to even breathe.

"Spare me...spare me."

Tu Junfang finally couldn't bear the pressure and knelt on the ground, pleading desperately.

"Lord Jiang Mo, we know we were wrong."

The other members of the Quanxing also knelt down, and none of them dared to continue resisting.

Faced with an absolute disparity in strength, any resistance is futile.

Jiang Mo looked at the people kneeling on the ground, a hint of disgust flashing in his eyes.

"Now you know fear?"

"Weren't you very arrogant just now?"

"What do you mean, the Quanxing are the true kings of the world of supernatural beings?"

Tu Junfang trembled with fear: "We...we were wrong."

"Please, sir, forgive our petty offenses and spare our lives."

Jiang Mo snorted coldly: "Spare your lives?"

What about the innocent people you've harmed?

What about the houses you destroyed?

"Your entire sect has committed countless evils over the years; today it's time to pay the price."

As he spoke, the golden energy in Jiang Mo's palm began to intensify.

Just then, an aged voice came from afar:

"Young friend Jiang, please have mercy."

Everyone turned to look and saw an old man in a Taoist robe rushing over.

It was Tian Jinzhong, the acting leader of Quanxing and Wugensheng's junior brother.

"Tian Jinzhong?" A hint of surprise flashed in Jiang Mo's eyes.

"Why are you here?"

Tian Jinzhong hurriedly went to Jiang Mo and respectfully bowed:

"Young friend Jiang, these people truly deserve to die, but please, for my sake, give them a chance to repent."

Jiang Mo looked coldly at Tian Jinzhong: "Repent and start anew?"

How many innocent people have they killed over the years?

How many harmonious families has it destroyed?

"You think you can erase everything with just a simple 'I've repented and reformed'?"