249: Sweep, invincible momentum

That was a young man with an ordinary appearance, a tall and straight figure, and long black hair.

But his eyes were deep, and his whole body exuded a towering fighting spirit, giving him an extraordinary and refined demeanor.

He strode from within the Yu Shen Clan, unimpeded by the clan's protective formation, passing straight through. With every step he took, heaven and earth trembled.

Ye Wuhun and three quasi-emperors from his clan turned to look, all greatly astonished. The latter were surprised because they had never seen this person before, and he had come from the depths of the Yu Shen Clan.

The direction seemed to be where the clan's forbidden ground was located. The former, however, was inexplicably delighted, because from what he knew of the other party, his strength should be considerably greater than his own.

But the other party had always been in slumber, unable to easily make a move or be contacted. He hadn't expected him to emerge at such a critical moment.

With him here, the Yu Shen Clan might be able to overcome this crisis.

Meanwhile, Pupil Ancestor and Nether Lord's expressions changed drastically. They vaguely sensed a great terror approaching, and its source was precisely the young man who was gradually drawing closer.

Crack, crack.

The man in the ink-wash battle robe unleashed a punch, shattering the void and neutralizing both attacks, then stood beside Ye Wuhun.

He smiled at Ye Wuhun, and the light in his eyes instantly calmed the latter's heart, as if he could overturn even a collapsing sky.

"Brother Mo, have your injuries recovered?"

Upon hearing this, Mo Lingxiao nodded slightly in response: "Indeed. I've troubled Brother Ye these past few days. I will resolve today's crisis!"

His voice was not loud, and very calm, but the strong confidence it contained made Ye Wuhun and the others' expressions grow excited.

"Good!"

"Then we'll trouble Brother Mo."

Ye Wuhun, along with the other quasi-emperors of the Yu Shen Clan, bowed respectfully.

Indeed, this person was Lin Yan's third disciple, the peerless genius who was once jointly besieged by the Nether Race, Spirit Race, and Immortal Race!

At that time, he had just advanced to the peak of the quasi-emperor realm and had not yet stabilized his cultivation when he was targeted by the three races as a thorn in their side, who immediately formed an alliance to eliminate him.

Although his talent was exceptional, his foundation in this realm was still somewhat lacking. After severely wounding three peak quasi-emperors, he nearly perished.

He used his own methods to deceive the heavens and escape with a sliver of hope, fortuitously receiving Ye Wuhun's help, and had been recuperating within the Yu Shen Clan.

It wasn't until now, disturbed by the battle between Nether Lord and Ye Wuhun, that he fully emerged from seclusion. Things were different now; he himself didn't know how strong he was.

But one thing was certain: killing ordinary peak quasi-emperors was as easy as picking things out of a bag!

"Oh, a Human Race member?"

"I didn't expect your Yu Shen Clan to be harboring a Human Race powerhouse."

Nether Lord frowned, speaking with great surprise.

Pupil Ancestor, after observing for a long time, also sneered, "So what if there's an additional peak quasi-emperor? You've already suffered severe injuries. It's wishful thinking to try and contend with the two of us!"

Although Mo Lingxiao posed a strong threat to the two, they ultimately had confidence in their own strength.

Moreover, the Yu Shen Clan's Clan Head was no longer to be feared; they only needed to focus on dealing with the former.

At the same cultivation realm, they truly didn't believe they couldn't defeat a single person!

Mo Lingxiao looked at the two calmly, and only spoke faintly after they had finished: "Are you done speaking? If so, then I shall send you to the afterlife!"

"Arrogant!"

His words immediately filled the two with fury and indignation, and they roared repeatedly.

The next moment, the two no longer held back, unleashing terrifying killer moves from left and right, piercing through the space before them.

Facing the pincer attack from the two, Mo Lingxiao condensed a long spear in his hand, held it horizontally in front of him, and suddenly vibrated it forward.

Instantly, both killer moves disintegrated and turned into nothingness.

What?

The two were greatly alarmed. The proof of a horse's worth is in its running; this casual strike from the opponent was enough to demonstrate his terrifying power.

However, at their realm, ordinary negative emotions were difficult to affect their state of mind. After a brief adjustment, they surged forward again, charging at the opponent.

Nether Lord condensed a Nether Spear in his hand and thrust it fiercely at Mo Lingxiao, an incredibly sharp aura permeating the air.

The latter pointed his spear tip at the opponent. Just as the spear shadow was about to land on his body, he slightly twisted his waist and swung a cold light from bottom to top, a killing intent suddenly appearing.

The long spear directly parried the spear shadow, then struck Nether Lord on his side, sending him flying backward.

Pupil Ancestor, meanwhile, intended to launch a sneak attack while he was unprepared, sending a massive palm print toward his back.

But Mo Lingxiao seemed to have eyes in the back of his head, executing a 'returning spear' move. The black long spear, like a black dragon, tore through the palm print.

Clang, clang, clang.

In the time that followed, the two fought fiercely with Mo Lingxiao, but the result made the several quasi-emperor powerhouses of the Yu Shen Clan gasp in cold air.

Because even though Mo Lingxiao was fighting one against two, he steadily held the upper hand, suppressing the two into continuous retreat.

Only Ye Wuhun showed no great reaction. He had vaguely sensed the other party's terrifying power when he was helping Mo Lingxiao recover from his injuries.

He was definitely among the cream of the crop of peak quasi-emperors, with few who could match him!

Damn it!

Pupil Ancestor and Nether Lord were extremely shocked. The combat power displayed by the opponent was completely a cut above theirs. If this continued, they would undoubtedly lose.

Thus, the two exchanged glances and decided that Nether Lord would fight head-on, while Pupil Ancestor would use his eerie pupil techniques to interfere.

The previous Yu Shen Clan Head, Ye Wuhun, had fallen precisely because of this. Multitasking was already a major taboo in combat; a slight misstep could lead to complete defeat.

Nether Lord's nether energy began to surge, condensing a phantom body behind him that was a head taller than his own, its every movement identical to his.

This was his trump card, the Nether True Body!

Once unleashed, both the main body and the phantom body could simultaneously unleash two identical moves, and due to their shared origin, their power could be superimposed.

"Nether Demonic Domain, Blood Fiend Fist!"

A domain appeared out of thin air around him, with surging nether demonic energy raging, also carrying wisps of blood fiend power, finally transforming into a ten-thousand-foot fist print that blasted down.

Mo Lingxiao's expression remained unchanged. He stomped the long spear fiercely into the void, and ripples of golden-white light spread out, blocking the attack and bringing it to a standstill.

Good opportunity!

Pupil Ancestor's eyes flickered, and a surge of illusory power suddenly swept towards the opponent, forcibly dragging him into it.

Mo Lingxiao's vision shifted, and he had already arrived in a certain space. Upon closer inspection, it was a re-enactment of the scene where he was previously besieged by the three quasi-emperors.

"Trying to disrupt my Dao Heart with this? Laughable."

He shook his head, a hint of disdain flashing in his eyes. So what if history repeated itself? He would break it with his own strength!

Infinite fighting intent erupted from his eyes, and he fiercely hurled a spear, unleashing world-destroying power that shattered the scene before him.

This process was completed in just a breath, causing Pupil Ancestor, who had a somewhat smug expression outside, to instantly stiffen.

Suffering the backlash of the powerful force, a trace of blood overflowed from his mouth, and his figure continuously retreated, while Nether Lord's Blood Fiend Fist also slowly dissipated at this moment.

Mo Lingxiao was like an unparalleled God of War, an aura even more terrifying than before sweeping across heaven and earth.

He said to the two, "Is that all you've got? If so, then you two can die!"