770: Chapter 771 Don't hand it over? Then die!

"What if I don't hand it over?"

Xiao Ruobai's voice wasn't loud, yet it rippled clearly through the frozen air of the precipice, like a spark dropped into boiling oil.

Mo Cha's crimson eyes suddenly constricted, and the devilish flames around his body surged several zhang high with a "boom," as if he were an ancient Vicious Beast thoroughly enraged.

Beside him, several unfamiliar Demon Race Prodigies also stepped forward in unison, their sky-blotting Devilish Qi merging into one, like black clouds pressing down on a city.

"Won't hand it over?"

Mo Cha's voice was hoarse and bone-chilling, carrying a cruel smile. "Then I'll crush you along with the seed!"

"An ant trying to shake a tree—how laughably overconfident."

Gu Shitian spoke indifferently, and on his glazed divine body, ancient divine runes lit up one by one.

The pressure of the Early Stage Immortal Sovereign was no longer hidden, descending like a physical mountain, causing Dong Li, the one with the weakest cultivation behind Xiao Ruobai, to groan as his face instantly turned pale.

"Amitabha. If the benefactor remains stubborn, I fear you will fall into the boundless Hell."

That Buddhist Prodigy pressed his palms together, but the Buddhist light around him suddenly became sharp, as the image of a Wrathful Vajra faintly coalesced behind him.

The first to erupt was always the most ferocious and impatient existence.

Blood-red light flashed in the bell-like eyes of the World-Destroying Demon Ape. It had long regarded Mo Yu's Qilin True Body as food, and now it saw the dao seed in Xiao Ruobai's hand as its own prize.

"Won't hand it over? Then die!"

With an ear-splitting roar, its mountain-like giant fist, entwined with pitch-black Wild Ferocious Qi, smashed down like a collapsing heavenly pillar toward Mo Yu at the front and Xiao Ruobai behind him!

Pure power compressed the space until it caved in, letting out an overwhelmed wail.

"Roar!"

Mo Yu growled, his Qilin True Body erupting with golden light. Without retreating, his pair of giant claws covered in hard scales met the attack head-on.

The collision of sacred and ferocious Auras produced a thunderous sound like clashing metal; the airwave exploded instantly, sending shattered rocks flying into the sky!

Almost at the same moment the Demon Ape moved, Mo Cha's figure silently transformed into a distorted black shadow. He didn't charge directly at Xiao Ruobai, but instead appeared eerily in the shadows to Xiao Ruobai's side.

His five fingers, entwined with Demonic Path Laws as thick as ink, clawed venomously toward the joint of Xiao Ruobai's right arm, which held the dao seed!

The angle was tricky and the speed was incredibly fast, aiming to disable the hand holding the item in a single strike.

"Hmph!" Xiao Ruobai's eyes sharpened as his War God Blood-Qi surged. Neither dodging nor avoiding, his left fist struck out like a golden meteor, arriving second but hitting first.

Carrying an indomitable Battle Intent, it smashed accurately toward Mo Cha's wrist!

Attack against attack, without any flourishes.

"Amitabha."

The Buddhist Successor chanted a Buddhist title with a look of compassion, yet his body moved like a breeze through willows, appearing on Xiao Ruobai's other side in an instant.

A palm shimmering with gentle Buddhist light, with a rotating Swastika in the center, seemed slow but actually blocked all of Xiao Ruobai's evasion angles, pressing lightly toward his back.

This palm carried no Killing Intent, but it contained a powerful force of suppression and sealing, its malice even exceeding Mo Cha's claw technique.

"Baldy! Hypocrite!"

Ling Xi's figure flashed like a ghost. With a lead of her slender hand, a tiny black vortex that seemed capable of swallowing light appeared in her palm.

When the compassionate and grand Buddhist palm print touched the edge of the vortex, it was like a clay ox entering the sea—its power was eerily swallowed and dissolved!

"Move! Don't let them get it first!" Xia Wudao roared from behind the crowd, fanning the flames.

Instantly, more than twenty figures pounced from different directions! Their target was straight for Xiao Ruobai and the gilded dao seed in his hand!

Blade light, sword shadows, Devilish Qi, demon winds, Buddhist seals, astral power...

All sorts of killing moves covered the sky, completely sealing off all of Xiao Ruobai's space to dodge. Driven by greed, these Prodigies formed a brief understanding: take down the holder of the dao seed first!

"Senior Brother!"

Cold light exploded in Fang Hanyu's eyes as his Chaos Sword Qi erupted with full force for the first time! The greyish sword domain expanded instantly, enveloping three of the pouncing figures.

The three felt the Laws around them stagnate and their spiritual power flow sluggishly, while a sharp Sword Intent had already clung to their Divine Souls like maggots on a bone.

"Break!" Fang Hanyu pointed his fingers like a sword and slashed through the air.

Chii! Chii! Chii!

Three soft sounds rang out as the protective spiritual lights of the three in front shattered like paper. Blood blossomed on their chests simultaneously, and they flew backward screaming, their weapons falling from their hands as they were heavily injured.

Fang Hanyu's sword was too fast, too sharp, and too ruthless!

Wang Zhan's spear was like a dragon, its dark-gold spear light tearing through the air to knock away an attacking Middle Stage Immortal King of the Yao Race. With a backhand sweep, he forced back a venomous short sword stabbing from the side.

He had just reached a Breakthrough to the Immortal King realm, and his Aura was still boiling, but his Battle Intent had climbed to its peak. Every thrust of his spear carried an indomitable Aura.

Ling Xi's figure was elusive like a ghost, her swallowing power transforming into countless slender black threads that silently wound toward her opponents.

A devil Cultivator from the Ten Thousand Devils Abyss had just started his attack when he felt the devil power in his body leaking out uncontrollably. In his shock, he tried to retreat, but his shoulder was pierced by a Ghost Shadow Blade that arrived first, spilling blood into the sky.

Wang Xiaopang shouted and yelled, but the Talismans in his hand were thrown out like scattered flowers. Thunder Talismans exploded into electric nets, Fire Talismans turned into roaring fire dragons, and Entrapment Talismans formed invisible shackles.

Phantom light flashed wildly in Dong Li's eyes as he used his full strength to interfere with the minds of the attacking Cultivators, gaining a moment of respite for his teammates.

However, the enemies were too many and too strong. For a time, everyone was plunged into a fierce battle.

Little Sword Emperor Ling Guzhou did not participate in the first wave of the siege. In his eyes, the Demon Ape, Mo Cha, the Buddhist Successor, Jiang Li, Xia Wudao, and those twenty-odd Prodigies were enough to deal with these few people.

A true sword must be drawn at the most appropriate moment.

He was waiting for the moment Battle Asura and the others were defeated and the dao seed changed hands. At that time, his sword would be faster than everyone's greed.

Xuan Yi's figure flickered on the edge of the battlefield, seemingly merging into space. Though he hadn't made a move, he brought the deepest threat.

Ao Zhan stood with his hands behind his back, his dragon pupils opening and closing with the faint momentum of gathering clouds. He seemed more like he was evaluating the value of this chaotic fight and the best time to enter the fray.

Luo Shenyue, Gu Shitian, the Youth with the Saber on His Back, and the Dao Child of the Myriad Phenomena Dao Palace had their gazes fixed on the dao seed in Xiao Ruobai's palm, ready to strike at any moment.

Shi Jingxian had at some point squatted on a more distant precipice with his spiked club on his shoulder, his eyes wide as he watched the melee, muttering to himself:

"Tsk, Old Mo's fight is satisfying! Junior Brother Xiao is fierce! Junior Brother Fang's sword... but why aren't those guys moving yet?"

He scratched his head, seemingly itching for a fight, but after looking at the situation, he held back, his gaze sweeping over Ling Guzhou, Gu Shitian, and the others.

Li Xuanfeng stood in the Void Realm on the other side, green sword light flickering around him. His expression was calm as his gaze swept across the battlefield.

He lingered especially on Wang Xiaopang and Wang Zhan, and after ensuring they were in no immediate danger, he also kept his sword still, though his Aura faintly locked onto several bystanders who might pose a fatal threat to his fellow disciples.

Ji Qingyi was surrounded by moonlight mist, and no one could see her expression.