Ni Guang first fought it bare-handed, finding himself somewhat outmatched. He then drew a precious sword and engaged the flying dragon.
As he fought, he marveled inwardly.
He had encountered similar flying dragons before, all of which he had slain with a single sword strike. Yet, this flying dragon was incredibly formidable. Not only could he not gain an advantage, but he was also forced into a desperate struggle, appearing utterly disheveled.
Its sharp claws were like two divine artifacts, gleaming and golden, emitting mystical powers that were peerless and unstoppable. His own mystical powers were originally sharp, but they could not pierce the opponent's, instead being battered and thrown about by wave after wave of its power, making it impossible to maintain his stance.
Mo Qi and Sun Chengsi's confrontation was also gradually drawing to a close. Mo Qi's cultivation was ultimately lower, and in the stalemate, he began to lose ground. The spiritual energy within his body was gradually transferring to Sun Chengsi, leaving him increasingly depleted.
Sun Chengsi felt victory was within reach, with more and more spiritual energy converging upon him. He felt increasingly invigorated, with surging power churning within him. This filled him with excitement, and he couldn't help but laugh heartily, "Hahaha, a beggar is still a beggar. You'll never escape your fate wanting to rise up and deal with people from our Immortal King Palace. You must learn to accept your destiny, learn to be content."
Mo Qi had no time to retort. All his energy was focused on dealing with Sun Chengsi. Moreover, due to the continuous loss of spiritual energy, his mind grew heavy, increasingly hazy, almost to the point of losing consciousness.
But at this moment, a voice responded to Sun Chengsi's arrogance: "We will not accept our fate. Accepting fate only makes you more arrogant. To counter your arrogance, we must be even more ferocious than you."
As the words were spoken, a graceful and enchanting figure appeared beside Mo Qi. She formed hand seals, and myriad misty figures flowed from her body, swirling around her to form vortexes. The vortexes spun rapidly, eventually breaking free like a dammed flood, surging out from the breach. They merged with Mo Qi's own torrent, ultimately combining with the palm strike to form a vortex in the center, spinning at high speed.
After completing a full rotation, the vortex churned violently in the center, moving alternately east and west, as if two forces were continuously tearing at each other, unable to gain the upper hand.
Finally, after a period of fierce struggle, Mo Qi and Chang Yu Ning gained the advantage. The shadow on the palm strike side flowed into the central vortex, and after spinning, it emerged from the opening on the other side, returning to Mo Qi and Chang Yu Ning's bodies.
Sun Chengsi's smile froze on his face. He felt his spiritual energy rapidly draining and was greatly alarmed. He forcefully channeled his magic power, attempting to reverse the unfavorable situation.
However, it seemed the tide had turned, and all his efforts were futile. The torrent continued to flow towards Mo Qi and Chang Yu Ning with unstoppable force.
The misty figures on his body also continued to flow out, dissipating into the air.
His body gradually became gaunt.
Sun Chengsi was filled with extreme unwillingness. He had never dreamed he would die at the hands of two commoners.
It was too unbelievable, too heartbreaking!
"How is this possible? You are just commoners!" Sun Chengsi's unyielding howl became his final song in this world.
He died, his entire body dissolving into a wisp of smoke.
Meanwhile, Ni Guang heard Sun Chengsi's hysterical roar. When he turned to look, he saw Sun Chengsi vanish into smoke, leaving him utterly shocked and momentarily stunned.
During his moment of stunned inaction, he was torn to shreds by a claw of the flying dragon.
In a short period, two of the patriarchs from the three great families of the Immortal King Palace were lost.
People surged in from all directions. Witnessing this scene, they felt as if the sky itself was about to collapse.
How could this be?
People from the Immortal King Palace had been killed?
And not just any people, but the patriarchs of the three great families!
The Palace Master had said that all commoners were one. If they killed two patriarchs, did that mean they bore the same guilt?
No, they could not bear such guilt without reason; they had to clear their names.
Thus, thousands of figures surrounded Mo Qi, Chang Yu Ning, Chang Xun Huan, and the large and small flying dragons. Their faces were contorted with murderous intent.
Chang Yu Ning's face turned pale with fright as she looked at Mo Qi, "What do we do?"
Mo Qi's expression was stern, "Kill!"
"Seriously? They are just a group of ordinary people."
"How can a group of people carrying killing intent be ordinary?"
Chang Xun Huan also prepared himself for a fight.
The flying dragon, to protect the little flying dragon, had already taken action.
It circled and spat fire, incinerating a large area.
People in the distance cowered, no longer daring to approach.
Mo Qi soared into the air and said, "We are not your enemies, because those who threaten your lives have never been us. He arrogantly implicates everyone for the mistakes of one person, with the sole purpose of making us kill each other. If we kill each other until we are all dead and the ground is littered with corpses, he will be pleased. Have you considered that we can also make the people of the Immortal King Palace kill each other?"
The crowd stared at Mo Qi in a daze, the air falling into a dead silence.
A moment later, the crowd erupted, "Are you crazy?"
"Make the people of the Immortal King Palace kill each other, what are you thinking?"
"You truly dare to think that, making the people of the Immortal King Palace kill each other, you might as well become the Palace Master yourself."
Just then, celestial music echoed through the sky, and a group of people arrived, ethereal and graceful. Behind them, a thousand streams of auspicious colors and ten thousand rays of light shimmered, with flower petals falling like raindrops, drifting and scattering. Clouds and mist swirled, and exotic fragrances wafted, as if a fairyland had descended upon the mortal realm.
The robes of these people fluttered, their figures light and elegant, exuding an indescribable transcendence.
Amidst the crowd, a middle-aged man emerged, with a square face, broad forehead, and piercing eyes that held a captivating power when he looked at people.
Needless to say, this was Yu Chu, the Palace Master of the Immortal King Palace.
Yu Chu swept his gaze over the crowd below, "Who is speaking such wild words here?"
The people immediately knelt, looking up with fearful expressions, "It's that ignorant young man."
Yu Chu looked at Mo Qi, his eyes filled with icy coldness, "Was it you who said we should make the people of our Immortal King Palace kill each other?"
Mo Qi felt an unprecedented pressure, like a mountain descending upon him.
He struggled against the pressure and declared in a voice like a thunderous bell, "It was me. You, you whore, are nothing. You think you are so special, deeming yourselves as gods."
A commotion erupted throughout the land.
"What? Did I hear correctly? He actually dared to insult the Palace Master of the Immortal King Palace?"
"Has this person eaten the heart of a leopard and the gall of a bear?"
"A madman, he is indeed a madman."
Yu Chu was so enraged that his beard bristled and the roots of his hair stood on end.
He wished he could devour Mo Qi alive.
But at this moment, he believed it was far from the time for him to act personally.
If he had to deal with a beggar himself, what would become of the prestige of the Immortal King Palace?
"Who do you think you are, acting as if you are the only one in the world? Without the common people of the world supporting you, you are nothing but a commoner," Mo Qi continued, pointing at his nose and scolding him.
Yu Chu's nose was practically crooked with anger.
"Is there anyone who will kill this person for this Palace Master?" Yu Chu said in a deep voice.
Before the surrounding people could respond, Mo Qi immediately interjected, "Lin Junye, when will you act if not now? Didn't we agree to coordinate from the inside and out to eliminate Yu Chu? What are you hesitating for? We have already joined forces to eliminate Sun Chengsi and Ni Guang. You have no retreat. You must continue to strive and eliminate Yu Chu to have a chance to become the Palace Master."
At this moment, Lin Junye arrived panting from a distance, hiding in the crowd, afraid that Yu Chu would discover him and investigate his desertion. Initially, Yu Chu hadn't mentioned it at all, and he thought it had passed. He never expected Mo Qi to single him out.
At this, all eyes turned to Lin Junye. Lin Junye, already guilty, now avoided their gaze and stammered, "You, you must not listen to his instigation. How could I possibly harm the Palace Master?"
Suddenly realizing the Palace Master was staring at him intently, he was terrified. He lowered his head and approached Yu Chu, kneeling in mid-air, "Palace Master, he is sowing discord. I beg the Palace Master to investigate."
Yu Chu's eyes flashed with murderous intent, "Why are you behind me? What are you trying to do?"
Lin Junye was almost in tears. If he wasn't behind him, would he dare to stand in front of him? Da Feng Novel Network
"I did indeed retreat from the battle. At the time, their offensive was quite fierce, and I was frightened, so I fled. Now that the Palace Master has personally arrived, I wanted to redeem myself, so I followed," Lin Junye said tremblingly.
Yu Chu said coldly, "Retreating from battle, a capital offense!"
As he spoke, his hand moved like a blade. A flash of light, and Lin Junye's head had already fallen to the ground.
In truth, he dared not trust Lin Junye any longer, which was why he killed him.
Admittedly, it was possible the other party was sowing discord, but he dared not take that risk. What if he stabbed him in the back? Therefore, it was better to kill the innocent than to let the guilty go.
Watching the head fall from mid-air, everyone was intimidated into silence. The world became quiet.
Mo Qi said casually, "See? I told you they would kill each other, and they did. What gods? They are just commoners too."
After a moment of silence, the world erupted once more.
"Wow, it seems to be true!"
"Wow, so handsome!"
"So, we are not commoners! They are the commoners!"
Yu Chu was instantly petrified. His worldview was on the verge of collapse.
Just moments ago, he had declared that his dignity was inviolable, and now he was being trampled into the dirt.
The slap in the face was so severe that his face was swollen beyond recognition.
"I will kill you!"
Yu Chu's scalp was about to explode. He clutched his head and tore at it a few times, his hair becoming disheveled like a madman. He then lunged at Mo Qi with that manic energy.
At this point, he had forgotten his intention to have others go first. He could no longer afford to be cautious. His current thought was to kill him, preferably with his own hands.
Yu Chu's terrifying chaotic power erupted from within him. A crimson sun appeared behind him, a dragon-shaped golden light manifested above his head, and in his hand, a six-pronged artifact spun continuously. As it spun, thunder and lightning crackled, and fierce winds raged.
He casually threw the six-pronged artifact, which grew in size and spun. The light and energy merged into a single stream, like a disc rotating and weaving through the air.