422: Chapter 422 Xu Ruyu: What a pity, we couldn't kill Mo Feng.

As this thought emerged, Xiao Nianyin shuddered, a chill running down her back.

With the power of that shot just now, even if she had recovered her cultivation to the Early Saint Realm, she might not have been able to withstand it.

What's more, she hadn't fully recovered at the time.

The power of that shot was enough to obliterate any existence below the Saint Realm, and it was even a threat to the Saint Realm itself.

He had been hiding his strength all along.

From beginning to end, he had been hiding. Pretending to be a piece of trash at the Qi Refinement Stage in front of everyone, swallowing his pride in front of everyone, and making concessions in front of everyone.

Everyone thought he was easy to bully, everyone thought he was a soft persimmon.

But who knew he had been clutching such a lethal weapon in his hands all along?

And the reason he hid it was perhaps because he was waiting for this day.

Waiting for an opportunity, an opportunity to strike legitimately. Waiting for an opportunity, an opportunity to shock everyone.

Waiting for Mo Feng to jump out himself, to deliver himself to his doorstep.

And she, she had once thought about settling scores with him after recovering her strength.

Xiao Nianyin lowered her head and gave a bitter smile, her smile full of self-mockery and relief. Relief that she hadn't acted yet, relief that she had already recognized the reality.

From this moment on, she had to reconsider how to handle her relationship with Xu Ruyu.

Not as a "Bed-warming maid," not as the "former Sect Master," but as someone... who must look up to him.

In the center of the arena, Xu Ruyu carried the psionic rocket launcher, looking at Mo Feng embedded in the mountain wall, a cold smile curling on his lips.

He had been waiting for this day for a long time.

From the first time Mo Feng sent people to make things difficult for him, to later inciting Mo Ran to provoke him, to inciting the clansmen to besiege the mountain gate, and then to humiliating Xiao Nianyin in public today—this account, it was time to settle it today.

All the targeting he had suffered at Tianyin Mountain was the work of this Mo Feng behind the scenes.

This person could not be left alive. Keeping him alive meant keeping a source of trouble. If he didn't kill him today, he would make a comeback in the future.

He walked toward Mo Feng, every step steady and powerful, every step stepping on the hearts of the Taihu Clan members.

The muzzle of the psionic rocket launcher was still emitting blue smoke, radiating a scorching heat, and the air was distorted by the heat.

Mo Feng was embedded in the pit on the mountain wall, covered in blood, unable to move. He raised his head, looking at the approaching Xu Ruyu, his eyes filled with terror and unwillingness.

His lips trembled, wanting to say something, but he could only make indistinct "he-he" sounds.

"You... you cannot kill me..." He finally rasped, his voice so hoarse it was almost unintelligible, every word seemingly spoken with his entire strength, "I am an Elder of the Taihu Clan... If you kill me... the Clan Chief will not let you off... the Grand Elder will not let you off... the entire Taihu Clan will not let you off..."

Xu Ruyu looked at him, his gaze calm as water, without anger, without hatred, only a cold determination.

"Mo Feng, from the first time you sent people to make things difficult for me, to inciting the clansmen to besiege the mountain gate today, you have targeted me and the Hehuan Sect time and time again.

Did you think I didn't know? Did you think I was enduring because I was afraid of you?"

He paused, his voice becoming colder, like the cold wind of the twelfth lunar month: "Today, this account, it is time to settle it."

He raised the psionic rocket launcher, aiming at Mo Feng's head.

The barrel still retained residual heat, emitting a faint burnt smell.

Mo Feng's eyes widened, his pupils contracting violently, his eyeballs bloodshot.

He wanted to struggle, wanted to run, but all his bones were broken, and he couldn't move at all.

He could only watch helplessly as that pitch-black barrel pointed at his head, feeling the aura of death drawing closer.

"No... don't kill me..." He begged, his voice full of fear, tears and snot flowing down, mixed with blood all over his face, "I was wrong... I won't dare again... Spare me... spare this dog's life of mine... I swear... I swear I will never trouble the Hehuan Sect again..."

Xu Ruyu ignored him, his finger slowly tightening on the trigger.

Just at this moment—

"Stop!!!"

A roar, like a thunderclap, shook the entire mountain gate!

Immediately after, a green light descended from the sky, instantly appearing between Xu Ruyu and Mo Feng!

It was an ancient jade ruler, snow-white all over, radiating an aura of majesty that suppressed everything—the Taihu Clan's ancestral artifact, the soul suppressing ruler!

Xu Ruyu's expression changed, and he subconsciously took a step back, his finger releasing the trigger.

The next moment, a dozen figures descended from the sky and landed in front of the mountain gate.

Leading them were three old men with white hair and beards, the Grand Elders of the Taihu Clan—Cang Songzi, Cang Bozi, and Cang Yunzi!

Behind them followed a dozen members of the Grand Elder group in grey robes, each with powerful auras, at least at the Early Saint Realm!

Cang Songzi's face was livid. He looked at Mo Feng embedded in the mountain wall, then at the psionic rocket launcher in Xu Ruyu's hand, a sharp light flashing in his eyes.

"Xu Ruyu, what great courage you have!" He shouted sternly, his voice full of majesty, "Killing an Elder of my Taihu Clan on my Taihu Clan's territory, do you still have any respect for the law in your eyes?!"

Xu Ruyu looked at him, then at the Grand Elders behind him, and secretly sighed, "What a pity."

Just a little bit more.

Just a little bit more, and he could have killed Mo Feng.

What a pity, he failed to kill this old thing.