177: Difficult to do

The Second Ancestor's Face turned pale, his body flew backward, and blood overflowed from his mouth.

The circular ring in First Ancestor's hand changed dramatically, and he pressed one hand onto Mo Xuan's snake body.

After a brief stalemate, Mo Xuan exerted force again.

The circular ring flew backward, hitting First Ancestor. First Ancestor's magic power surged, transforming into a wall of flames, blocking Mo Xuan's attack for a moment. He quickly retreated, arriving beside the Second Ancestor.

First Ancestor's aged Face showed a hint of discomfiture, and he panted heavily.

"Damn it, the rumors were wrong, this Mo Xuan is too strong."

"Second Brother, Third Brother, a combined strike."

First Ancestor pulled the Second Ancestor back rapidly, flames overflowing from his body, resisting the constantly invading wind and rain. This wind and rain were continuously eroding the magic power in their bodies.

If this continued, defeat was certain.

The Third Ancestor heard First Ancestor's voice and flew towards the two who were constantly retreating and dodging the sword rain and wind blades.

"Storm!"

Mo Xuan flew up, arriving at the center of the wind and rain, and let out a low roar.

A giant whirlwind appeared, sweeping towards the three.

"Open!"

The Second Ancestor held his sword with both hands, swinging it several times, shattering the whirlwind.

"Second Brother, Third Brother, combined technique."

First Ancestor formed hand seals, and the flames on his body intensified.

"Blazing Flames Scorching the Heavens!"

After the Second Ancestor shattered the whirlwind, his great sword floated around him.

The Third Ancestor rotated his wrist, putting away his bow and arrow.

The three simultaneously formed hand seals and shouted loudly.

An invisible connection appeared between the three, transforming them into a single entity.

As the sound fell.

An endless sea of flames spread out from around the three, engulfing Mo Xuan and the entire sky, turning it a fiery red.

The wind and rain met the sea of flames, emitting sizzling sounds.

"Wind and rain, come!"

Mo Xuan did not dare to be careless and chanted softly.

Within the dark clouds, the wind and rain pearl quietly appeared, gathering and concentrating the wind and rain in the sky.

The wind and rain pearl descended, arriving at the center of the sea of flames before him, and burst open. Boundless water spread out from the wind and rain pearl, contending equally with the sea of flames.

"Burn!"

The Third Ancestor of the Su Family's Face was flushed, his hand seals changed again, and the flames surged once more, wanting to burn Mo Xuan to death.

The sea of flames continuously contracted, and the wind and rain pearl hummed and vibrated.

Mo Xuan leaped up, descending from above, his snake mouth wide open, swallowing the wind and rain pearl into his belly, and plunged into the water.

The water churned, the sea of flames vibrated, and a thousand-zhang-long water Dragon with wind wings on its back suddenly appeared, crashing into the endless sea of fire.

The sea of flames was turbulent, the three members of the Su Family's Faces changed drastically, and their magic power gradually became chaotic.

"Die!"

The thousand-zhang-long water Dragon continuously rolled in the sea of flames, tearing the sea of flames apart.

The Third Ancestor of the Su Family's hand seals were unstable, his Face pale, and the sea of flames was unstable, showing signs of collapse.

Mo Xuan's heart stirred, seizing this opening. Disregarding the rapidly disappearing wind and rain around him, his body leaped up, and while the sea of flames was unstable, he descended fiercely.

"Boom!"

The sea of flames could no longer hold on and shattered with a bang.

"Pfft~"

The three members of the Su Family's magic power became chaotic, the invisible connection between them broke, and blood gushed from their mouths, clearly injured. Among them, the Third Ancestor's injuries were the most severe, his Face deathly pale.

Mo Xuan's momentum did not decrease.

His snake tail swept out horizontally.

"Bang!"

The three's Faces changed drastically. They barely managed to stabilize their magic power to resist, but how could they block Mo Xuan's full-strength strike in such a hurry?

The three flew straight into the distance like kites with broken strings.

Their Aura continuously declined.

"Fellow Daoist, we can discuss this!"

First Ancestor of the Su Family spat out a mouthful of blood and shouted at Mo Xuan, who was attacking again.

"Bang, bang, bang!"

Mo Xuan ignored them, his tail once again striking the three, further diminishing their Aura.

"Wind Binding Net!"

Mo Xuan's heart stirred.

Invisible wind chains connected into a net, spanning the sky. Wind Binding chains flew out, entangling the three Cultivators whose Aura was decaying.

"Confine!"

As the words fell, the Wind Binding Net divided into three, layer upon layer, completely trapping the three, rendering them unable to move.

The three had grim expressions, despair in their eyes, making futile struggles.

However, as the Wind Binding Net tightened, the three's struggles became increasingly difficult, and in the end, they could only stand stiffly in the air like puppets on strings.

Mo Xuan's Divine Sense probed, sensing the state of the three, nodded, and dispersed his Three Transformations of the Demon Body Divine Ability.

His body also transformed back to about two hundred zhang long.

The dark clouds in the sky dissipated, sunlight shone down, and the wind and rain extinguished the remaining flames.

He flew to stand before the three.

Mo Xuan scrutinized them for a moment.

The three had different expressions.

The Third Ancestor's eyes were a mix of self-reproach, annoyance, and regret. He was blaming himself for leading the Su Family to a dead end. If he had investigated more thoroughly, or convinced the other two not to be enemies with Mo Xuan and the Zhou Family, the three would not have ended up in such a state.

The Second Ancestor's Face was deathly pale, blood continuously flowing from his mouth, his expression bitter, completely devoid of his previous high spirits and confidence of victory.

First Ancestor's aged Face was filled with Death Qi, his eyes dim.

"Three of you, starting a fight without a word is not the way of a guest."

Mo Xuan's voice was calm, speaking indifferently.

"Cough~"

"Fellow Daoist, you misunderstand, we are not here to be your enemies."

First Ancestor coughed out a mouthful of blood, speaking slowly.

"Oh?"

"Then you wanted to deal with the Zhou Family?"

"Don't the three of you know my relationship with the Zhou Family?"

"Tell me, why did you attack the Zhou Family."

Thoughts flashed through Mo Xuan's mind. These three were not people he knew or was familiar with, so they were probably not Cultivators from Qingzhou.

People from other states... the Zhou Family had always been low-key, and the number of people who had grudges with him and the Zhou Family was very small, as most had been killed by him.

Moreover, these three Cultivators were quite formidable, and the Zhou Family would not provoke them without reason.

Then, only the Crescent Moon Sect remained... Mo Xuan recalled the Crescent Moon Sect's inexplicable destruction earlier and had some conjectures.

"Fellow Daoist, if we tell you the truth, can you spare our lives?"

First Ancestor's eyes held some hope.

"Hehe, I already know the three of you's intentions, so I won't trouble you any further."

"Three Fellow Daoists, please rest in peace on your journey!"

Mo Xuan chuckled and shook his head.

"This..."

The three's Faces were shocked, their intentions having been revealed by Mo Xuan in a single sentence.

"Fellow Daoist..."

"No!"

Mo Xuan's mind stirred, and rainwater in the air precipitated, transforming into swords.

Three water swords floated at the chests of the three.

Xuanqing Sect, Suqing Peak.

True Monarch Tianya's Face suddenly darkened, and he placed the teacup in his hand on the table.

True Lord Herun had a slight smile on his lips.

"Fellow Daoist Xu, I still have matters today, so I won't disturb you."

True Monarch Tianya stood up, said a word to True Lord Herun, and was about to leave.

"Fellow Daoist Xu, at our current level of Cultivation, how can we let trivial matters spoil our mood? Come, have another cup."

True Lord Herun picked up the teapot and slowly filled the cup True Monarch Tianya had placed on the table.

"No need, farewell!"

True Monarch Tianya's figure paused, his tone cold, and he flew out.

"Fellow Daoist Xu, don't make it difficult for He."

True Lord Herun's smile faded, he stood up, opened the mountain protecting grand array, and said casually.

"Hmph!"

True Monarch Tianya's figure disappeared, leaving the Xuanqing Sect.

Although the three members of the Su Family failed to eliminate Mo Xuan, causing him to lose some Face, it was not enough for him to directly fight True Lord Herun. Cultivating to the Nascent Soul Stage, one could say they had long lives, and would not easily engage in combat, putting themselves in danger.

Moreover, there was still the Jiang Family on the side; if the two of them fought, it would only allow the Jiang Family to reap the benefits.

True Lord Herun retracted his gaze, sat down leisurely, picked up his teacup, and drank the tea in it in one gulp, no longer paying attention to the movements on Mo Xuan's side.

The faint sense of being spied upon disappeared, Mo Xuan's heart stirred slightly, and the water sword piercing the Third Ancestor's chest deviated slightly.