165: Chapter 164 Forcing a decision?

The moment she sensed Xiao Ye's cultivation, Palace Master Mosha really wanted to drag those Saints out and whip their corpses—a bunch of trash! Nine Saints, seven against one, and they were wiped out by a little emperor at the Late Stage of the Soul Transformation Stage? Even talking about it made her feel embarrassed.

She was even too embarrassed to come and trouble Xiao Ye under the guise of "avenging them"; it was just too shameful.

"Are you the Palace Master of the Ten Thousand Demon Palace?" Xiao Ye's expression remained normal, neither humble nor arrogant, as he looked straight into Palace Master Mosha's eyes. "You look pretty good, so why are you so determined to come here and die?"

Palace Master Mosha raised an eyebrow: "You certainly have a sharp tongue."

"I am not just sharp-tongued," Xiao Ye grinned and said with a smile, "I am hard everywhere."

Palace Master Mosha was silent for a moment, then suddenly laughed. Her laughter was crisp but carried a hint of chill: "Interesting. This Palace Master would like to see if your skills are as sharp as your tongue."

Palace Master Mosha raised her hand and summoned, and a Demonic Path Elder at the Early Stage of the Mahayana Realm stepped out from behind her.

His face was sinister, he wore a black robe, and his entire body exuded a cold killing intent.

Without saying a word, he raised his hand and struck a palm. Pitch-black flames condensed in his palm, transforming into a ferocious fire Dragon that roared and lunged toward Xiao Ye.

Xiao Ye was not panicked in the slightest. He summoned the ten thousand soul banner, and the black banner unfurled in the wind as sinister winds howled.

Hao Sailei's battle soul rushed out from the banner, wearing tattered golden armor with a broken sword in hand, while ghostly blue flames flickered in his eye sockets.

He casually struck with a palm, and the fire Dragon with its monstrous flames was instantly scattered, sparks flying everywhere, not even creating a ripple.

"Hmm? A treasure of the Demonic Path—the ten thousand soul banner? A battle soul at the Peak of the Mahayana Realm?" Palace Master Mosha stood in the rear, her mouth agape in an 'O' shape, her eyes wide, almost dropping her jaw in shock.

At this moment, she finally understood why her Saints had been defeated by this little emperor.

The ten thousand soul banner plus the Hao Sailei battle soul was invincible at the same rank and could even fight across ranks. Not to mention those Saints at the Soul Transformation Stage, even an Elder at the Mahayana Realm would just be offering themselves up on a platter.

If she wanted revenge, she would likely have to do it herself.

The Hao Sailei battle soul clashed with the Demonic Path Elder at the Early Stage of the Mahayana Realm. The broken sword swept across, and ghostly flames flew, forcing the Demonic cultivator to retreat step by step, with no power to fight back.

"Daji, come back! You cannot beat him!" Palace Master Mosha called out, waving her hand. The Demonic cultivator Daji's face was livid. He feigned a move, withdrew, and retreated behind Palace Master Mosha, lowering his head in shame.

Palace Master Mosha stepped forward, and her Aura at the Peak of the Mahayana Realm erupted thunderously. Her black dress fluttered, and her long hair danced in the wind.

She raised her hand and struck a palm toward the Hao Sailei battle soul. Black spiritual power surged out like a tide, carrying a world-destroying pressure.

Hao Sailei raised his sword to block, but was forced back several steps by the palm strike. A crack appeared on his golden armor, and the ghostly blue flames dimmed slightly.

Palace Master Mosha did not give him a chance to breathe, attacking continuously. Palm shadows flew, and every strike carried the terrifying power of the Peak of the Mahayana Realm.

The Hao Sailei battle soul was beaten back repeatedly; the golden armor shattered, the broken sword snapped, and his soul body was nearly dissipated.

Xiao Ye's heart ached so much it twitched. He quickly put away the ten thousand soul banner and recalled the Hao Sailei battle soul.

Although Hao Sailei was strong and had been at the Peak of the Mahayana Realm in his lifetime, he was ultimately just a battle soul after death. His combat power was not as great as when he was alive, and encountering a true Peak of the Mahayana Realm practitioner meant he was still outmatched.

"Hehehehe—" Palace Master Mosha stood high in the sky, arms crossed, looking down at Xiao Ye with a triumphant smile on her lips. "Kid, out of tricks, are you?"

Xiao Ye put away the ten thousand soul banner and pretended to be scared, shrinking his neck with eyes full of "I'm so scared": "I… I am out of tricks. What do you want?"

Palace Master Mosha raised an eyebrow. Looking at his cowardly appearance, she always felt something was wrong. Did this kid still have a trump card he hadn't played?

She stared into Xiao Ye's eyes. Those eyes were clear as crystal, yet they faintly revealed a trace of cunning, like a fox pretending to be well-behaved. I have already defeated a Peak of the Mahayana Realm opponent, could he possibly summon an Earth Immortal?

"Little Emperor, if you are willing to surrender obediently, this Palace Master might consider leaving your corpse intact." Palace Master Mosha said with a smile, her tone as gentle as if she were coaxing a child.

Xiao Ye looked up, blinked, and put on an innocent face: "Intact corpse? No, I prefer being torn apart by five horses!"

The smile on Palace Master Mosha's face froze for a moment. She felt the naked contempt from the other side.

"You are courting death!" She raised her hand and struck a palm, pitch-black spiritual power pouring down like a waterfall.

Xiao Ye sighed and pulled a card glowing with red light from his bosom.

The card was covered in dense runes, spiritual light flowed across it, and it exuded unfathomable pressure—this was the "Max-Level Red-Haired Old Monster Experience Card" previously rewarded by the System.

He hadn't been willing to use it before, and he didn't know how strong this card really was.

Now, it was the perfect time to test it!

Xiao Ye crushed the card, and red light flared brilliantly. A surging power instantly empowered his body.

As his cultivation increased, his hair began to turn red inch by inch, starting from the roots.

When his cultivation reached its Peak, his entire head of black hair had turned crimson—red hair disheveled, Aura wild, looking fierce and malevolent, causing everyone who saw him to involuntarily take three steps back.

At this moment, Xiao Ye was like a Demon God walking out from ancient times.

Palace Master Mosha's pupils shrank, her face turned instantly pale, and her voice trembled: "Earth... Earth Immortal?!"

Xiao Ye raised his hand and pressed down gently.

The movement was as casual as swatting a mosquito.

Palace Master Mosha flew backward like a kite with a broken string, smashing through three hilltops, gravel flying and dust filling the sky, before she barely managed to stop.

She spat out blood, her robes were torn, and she was in a sorry state. Where was there any of the majesty from just a moment ago? She struggled to crawl up, looking at the smiling figure in the distance, gnashing her teeth in hatred.

"Pfft—you... you don't follow the martial code! Bullying the weak with your strength!" Palace Master Mosha wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth and accused him.

Xiao Ye: "???"

He widened his eyes, looking incredulous: "Well, you double-standard dog! Just a moment ago, you were relying on your Peak of the Mahayana Realm cultivation to bully me, a mere Soul Transformation practitioner, and now you have the nerve to say I am bullying the weak? You are truly shameless!"

Palace Master Mosha's face flushed red. She opened her mouth but found she couldn't refute him.

At this moment, Xiao Ye's eyes were almost turning into hearts as he stared at Palace Master Mosha.

The previous strike was too terrifying; Palace Master Mosha's black gauze dress had been torn in several places by the shockwave, revealing large patches of fair, tender skin, with a glimpse of spring scenery.

Hiss—these milky-white breasts are truly huge! Xiao Ye swallowed his saliva, his drool almost dripping onto his collar.

An evil thought grew wildly in his mind: Why not take advantage of the current suppression of her cultivation and see if a forced melon tastes sweet?

Thinking, he did it. Xiao Ye instantly disappeared from where he stood.

Oh no! Palace Master Mosha's alarm bells rang wildly, her hair stood on end, and just as she was about to use an escape technique to flee—a large hand had already firmly pressed onto her shoulder.

She channeled all her spiritual power, struggling several times, but did not budge an inch.

That power was like an iron hoop, and also like a mountain pressing down on her head; she couldn't even lift a finger.

It's over, I'm screwed.