276: Kill Mo Yan

Mo Yan staggered and barely stabilized his figure thousands of feet away. His robes on his chest were soaked with blood, and his face no longer held a shred of arrogance, leaving only boundless fear and disbelief.

He clutched his agonizing chest, staring fixedly at the still calm and composed Chen Yuan as if he had seen a ghost.

His voice trembled violently due to his injuries: "Yuan... Yuanshi?"

"How... how could you be in the Yuanshi Realm?!"

"This is impossible! Absolutely impossible!"

Chen Yuan finally took a light step forward, looking at the horrified Mo Yan with an indifferent gaze, a cold sneer curving his lips:

"A frog in a well; just because you don't understand it, doesn't mean it doesn't exist."

His voice was not loud, yet it clearly entered everyone's ears, including the ears of Qi Wuya, whose mind was shaken to the core.

"What kind of bullshit Heavenly Palace rules are those?"

Chen Yuan's gaze seemed to pierce through space, carrying a hint of disdain.

"When I, Chen Yuan, act, why would I need to care about the Heavenly Palace's expression? What... what kind of thing is it anyway?"

Once these words were spoken, Qi Wuya's whole body shuddered, his scalp tingling.

It's over! With these words, Fellow Daoist Chen has thoroughly offended the Heavenly Palace to death!

Chen Yuan's gaze locked onto Mo Yan again, his killing intent no longer hidden:

"As for your Mo Family, you have repeatedly made an enemy of me and refused to mend your ways. Today, it starts with you. The Mo Family... I am determined to destroy it."

"No... don't! Senior Chen! Spare my life! I am willing to..."

Feeling Chen Yuan's tangible killing intent, Mo Yan knew that Chen Yuan was serious.

At this moment, he had lost any trace of a Family head's dignity, his soul scared out of his wits.

He had lived too long and did not want to die; he only wanted to beg for mercy to save his life, even bringing up the Heavenly Palace and the Old Ancestor.

"Our Mo Family's Old Ancestor is the Ninth Seat of the Heavenly Palace! You cannot..."

"Noisy."

Chen Yuan couldn't be bothered to listen anymore. He didn't even use any Divine Ability; he simply lifted his right hand seemingly at random and, from a distance of thousands of feet, made a light grasping motion in the direction of Mo Yan.

There was no earth-shattering momentum.

But Mo Yan's voice came to an abrupt halt, and the terror in his eyes froze completely.

The space around him, including himself, seemed to be gripped by an invisible giant hand.

Puff!

A muffled sound, like a water-filled pouch being crushed.

Mo Yan's body, along with his Primordial Spirit, vanished completely from this world under that single grasp, as if he had never existed.

Eternal Realm Late Stage, the current head of the Mo Family, Mo Yan, has fallen!

Body and soul destroyed, not even a residue left!

Quiet!

A deathly silence!

Then,

"Long live the Hall Master!!"

A fanatical cheer, like a mountain tsunami, erupted from all over Dongxuan Peak!

All the Eastern Wasteland Cultivators were so excited that their faces flushed red, dancing with joy!

Their Hall Master was not just an Immortal, but an supreme Immortal Venerable who regarded the Heavenly Palace as nothing!

Those hundred Mo Feng Guards were already scared out of their wits, as if their bones had been removed, collapsing to the ground without even the courage to run away.

Qi Wuya stood stiffly in mid-air, his face pale, his lips trembling as he looked at Chen Yuan's god-like figure, his mind in chaos.

It's over, it's all over! Mo Yan is dead, dead in the Eastern Wasteland, dead in front of him, Qi Wuya!

How could the Mo Family's Old Ancestor let this go?

How would the Heavenly Palace Master react?

Fellow Daoist Chen has... this is simply poking a hole in the sky!

Meanwhile, in the Divine Province, deep within the Heavenly Palace, inside an ancient palace floating above a sea of clouds and immortal mountains.

Mo Yun, the Mo Family's Old Ancestor, who was sipping tea and discussing the Dao with several Heavenly Palace Elders, suddenly saw the delicate jade cup in his hand crack with a "crack" sound without any warning.

The calm smile on his face froze instantly, and his heart gave a violent twitch.

"Yan... Yan'er?!" Mo Yun exclaimed in shock, the jade cup in his hand falling to the ground with a "snap" and shattering into pieces.

He stood up abruptly, his aura belonging to the Yuanshi Realm Early Stage fluctuating uncontrollably, causing the immortal clouds inside the palace to churn.

Just a moment ago, he clearly sensed that the strand of Divine Thought he had left in his son Mo Yan's Divine Soul had dissipated!

This meant that Mo Yan had fallen!

"How is this possible?! Yan'er... he went to the Eastern Wasteland just to warn Chen Yuan. With the Mountain and River Cauldron protecting him, even if that Chen Yuan really is at the Eternal Realm Perfection, it's impossible..."

Mo Yun's face was filled with incredible shock, anger, and grief.

Then, boundless killing intent erupted like something tangible, and the temperature of the entire palace plummeted to freezing point!

"Chen Yuan!" The gnashing voice, carrying monstrous hatred, squeezed out from between the teeth of this Yuanshi Realm Old Ancestor.

"No matter what schemes and tricks you used, daring to kill my Yan'er, I will definitely extract your soul and refine your spirit, making you suffer for eternity! The Eastern Wasteland... will also be buried with you!"

He turned his head abruptly, looking toward the depths of the Heavenly Palace outside the hall, his eyes bloodshot:

"Palace Master! You must give me an explanation for this!"

Deep in the Heavenly Palace, there was silence.

A moment later, an even more vast aura slowly awakened.

In the core Forbidden Ground deep within the Heavenly Palace, shrouded in endless auspicious clouds and eternal immortal light,

Emperor Venerable Haotian's majestic voice rang out:

"This child Chen Yuan, ignoring the Heavenly Palace's edicts, arbitrarily killed the head of a Heavenly Palace sequence Family; his actions are already rebellious."

"Mo Yun."

"Here!" Mo Yun suppressed his grief and killing intent, bowing in response.

"I permit you to go to the Eastern Wasteland, capture Chen Yuan, and bring him back to the Heavenly Palace for trial." Emperor Venerable Haotian's voice remained indifferent. "If you encounter resistance, or if there is any sign of rebellion, you may execute him on the spot as a warning to others."

"I obey the decree!"

A terrifying brilliance and monstrous hatred erupted in Mo Yun's eyes.

"However, since Chen Yuan could kill Mo Yan in an instant, his true strength is in doubt; he may possess strange treasures or secret techniques. To be safe, Haoyue, you go with Mo Yun."

Emperor Venerable Haotian's voice turned to another place.

"Understood." A clear yet equally majestic voice responded. It was the Heavenly Palace Deputy Palace Master, Emperor Venerable Haotian's own younger brother, Emperor Haoyue, a peerless powerhouse in the Yuanshi Realm Late Stage!

His ranking was second only to his brother, firmly sitting in the second chair of the Eternal List!

One Mo Yun in the Yuanshi Realm Early Stage, one Emperor Haoyue in the Yuanshi Realm Late Stage, both of them acting!

"Thank you, Palace Master! Thank you, Deputy Palace Master!" Mo Yun bowed again. With Emperor Haoyue accompanying him, no matter what sky-reaching means Chen Yuan had, he would definitely die today!

Without the slightest delay, two vast auras of the Yuanshi Realm shot into the sky, tearing through the Void Realm. One turned into a bright moon, the other into dark clouds, and they pierced through the void, heading towards the Eastern Wasteland!

Dongxuan Peak.

Before the cheers had completely subsided, Chen Yuan had already waved his hand to imprison the hundred limp Mo Feng Guards, handing them over to the Former Sect Master and others for temporary detention.

Qi Wuya was still stunned in mid-air, his expression changing unpredictably, not knowing what to do.

Chen Yuan, however, seemed to sense something. He looked up at the horizon in the direction of the Divine Province, his eyes, which reflected the threads of Law, slightly narrowed.

"Two slightly decent ones have come."

He muttered to himself, his tone not only devoid of tension but actually carrying a hint of anticipation?

Ye Baixi heard this and immediately approached him nervously: "Brother, is it... people from the Heavenly Palace?"

"Yes, one Yuanshi Early Stage, one Yuanshi Late Stage." Chen Yuan nodded, his tone as flat as if he were talking about two slightly larger ants arriving.