Linghu Xiaoxian also stood in the distance, watching Mo Qi with great tension, her palms sweating. Mo Qi's destructive ability had repeatedly refreshed her understanding.
But for some reason, she worried about him more and more.
Every time they sparred, she was afraid he would disappear in the next moment.
This was because every opponent he faced was much stronger than himself.
And this fellow who courted death always charged forward desperately!
Whether it was luck or something else, he always survived.
But even great luck couldn't be squandered endlessly!
At this moment, the fan-shaped wind blades, wrapped in black energy, had their tips intertwined with the jagged red light. A series of disjointed sounds arose, like beasts gnawing at each other.
The red light and black energy permeated and tore at each other. In some places, the red light surged, while in others, the black energy deepened. However, overall, they were disintegrating.
As soon as the black energy and red light in the front disintegrated, the ones behind continued to advance.
Those fan blades were materialized magic treasures. Row after row, they pierced through the red light and struck directly at Mo Qi.
This forced Mo Qi to summon his Qiankun Ring, making it spin in the air, knocking down the fan blades or causing them to circle back.
The fan blades that flew back then struck Du Luzhang.
Du Luzhang had not expected that a cultivator at the Tribulation Crossing stage could not only unleash such a powerful divine ability but also skillfully manipulate a magic treasure at the same time.
This was actually due to Mo Qi's excess spiritual energy and the effect of the Yingji Pill.
Du Luzhang's Nine Revolutions Soul-Snatching Windmill was perfectly capable of countering Mo Qi's Phoenix Fire Dance Art. It could even gain an advantage. However, when the fan blades struck back, he became somewhat flustered.
He hastily formed a hand seal, channeled his spiritual energy, and activated another function of his Nine Revolutions Soul-Snatching divine ability: its absorption capability.
The fan blades then flew back into the windmill one by one, realigning themselves to form the windmill's blades.
However, this seemingly simple action consumed an immense amount of spiritual energy for Du Luzhang.
It was also extremely strenuous!
The backlash from the fan blades returning to the windmill forced him to retreat continuously, while the attack from the other end was greatly weakened. The mass of black energy was instantly suppressed.
The red light surged towards Du Luzhang, covering the sky.
Du Luzhang stabilized himself, desperately channeling his spiritual energy to withstand this wave of attack.
However, this offensive had already gained momentum like a tidal wave, churning the seas, vast and boundless; it was like a runaway wild horse, immense and unstoppable.
Just as Du Luzhang gathered his momentum, another wave of fan blades, wrapped in black energy, flew out towards Mo Qi. The overwhelming red light then swept towards him.
The black energy paused for a moment before being abruptly swallowed. The red light, unstoppable, struck Du Luzhang.
Du Luzhang was greatly alarmed. He waved his hand, placing the windmill in front of him. With a deafening roar, the Qiankun Ring spun around and shattered the windmill.
The red light continued to spread. Du Luzhang spread his body and fled rapidly into the distance, but he was still caught by it, violently thrown to the ground.
Du Luzhang spat out a mouthful of blood and rolled on the ground in disarray. If he could just dodge this wave of red light, he might still survive.
He found it incredible. He clearly possessed an absolute crushing advantage. Clearly, it should have been Mo Qi rolling on the ground at this moment.
But, strangely, why had he, who was defeated and in utter disarray?
Where had things gone wrong?
Regardless of that for now, he had to survive this ordeal first!
As long as he survived this wave of attack, he would still have a chance to counter-kill. After all, his strength was evident.
At that time, he would make Mo Qi wish he had never been born.
However, he no longer had any chance.
Mo Qi had decided to kill this time. The Phoenix Fire Dance Art was at its limit, but the Qiankun Ring was still at ease. With a slight shift, it struck Du Luzhang with the sound of wind and thunder.
The Qiankun Ring glowed with white light, suddenly expanding and emitting a deafening roar, like a tiger descending the mountain, ferociously baring its teeth and claws.
Du Luzhang scrambled and crawled, terrified by the incoming attack.
He wanted to dart away, but suddenly found that his body was like a dead dog, utterly immobile.
It was then that he began to fear: Could it be that he would die here today?
His mental defenses instantly collapsed. Du Luzhang burst into tears and shouted to Yao Dong, "Brother Yao, save me!"
However, Yao Dong at this moment was deaf to his pleas, his face cold and indifferent.
His thoughts at this moment were peculiar: Brother Du, go die. After you die, we will have even more reason to condemn Mo Qi.
Trading your life for his is a bit of a loss, but I think it's the simplest way.
Therefore, not only him, but many people around were indifferent, some even expectant.
Du Luzhang also realized this. In that critical moment between life and death, he suddenly repented and understood many things. First, about fair-weather friends; they were only friends when drinking and eating meat!
Second, about his own strength; it was indeed not as formidable as he had imagined!
Finally, about his arrogance; if he had been more low-key, he wouldn't have courted death.
However, fortunately, he had figured these things out before his death!
After figuring them out, it was as if he had no regrets.
He then closed his eyes.
The next moment, the Qiankun Ring, wrapped in dazzling white light, struck.
After a loud bang, Du Luzhang vanished into thin air, leaving no trace of his remains.
The surrounding people exclaimed, "Ah," not knowing what it meant!
After Mo Qi retrieved the Qiankun Ring, apart from a few large pits on the ground, everything was clean.
After a brief silence, Yao Dong roared, "He killed someone! He killed Du Luzhang!"
Mo Qi, still in mid-air, said calmly, "We were sparring. Before the spar, we all agreed that each would face the consequences of their own fate."
His calm voice gently reached everyone's ears, as if possessing magic. Everyone unconsciously nodded, "Oh, I see."
Then, as if they hadn't heard Yao Dong's shouts, everyone returned to their original positions.
Those who were sparring continued their matches, and those who were watching continued to watch.
The referees continued to officiate.
Yao Dong continued to shout alone. After shouting for a long time without anyone paying attention, he felt bored and left.
Liang Sanjin was somewhat disappointed. Deep down, he had hoped that both of them would perish.
Failing that, he had hoped that Mo Qi would be the one to die.
However, now, a different outcome had occurred.
And this outcome was the one he least wanted to see.
At this moment, his hatred for Mo Qi had reached its peak.
He looked at Mo Qi from afar, his eyes filled with venomous malice.
However, apart from his gaze, he could not think of a better way to kill Mo Qi at the moment.
Wan Feng and Lu Xunfeng continued their match.
It seemed difficult to determine a winner today. The two fought fiercely, their strengths evenly matched, and neither yielded in momentum.
Mo Qi returned to the arena, this time only able to stand.
Linghu Xiaoxian slowly walked to his side and said with some concern, "You killed Du Luzhang just like that. His master, Elder Xiong, won't let this go."
Mo Qi frowned, "Is it Xiong Changping?"
"Yes, it's him. Do you know fear now?" Linghu Xiaoxian said.
"I'm afraid he won't come," Mo Qi said calmly.
Linghu Xiaoxian: "..."
As soon as Mo Qi finished speaking, a voice sternly shouted, "Who is it? Who killed my disciple?"
Concurrently, two figures landed in the arena. One was Yao Dong, and the other was an elder with a gray beard and a somber face.
This elder was none other than Elder Xiong!
It seemed Yao Dong had gone to report the incident.
Before Mo Qi could speak, Linghu Xiaoxian stepped in front of him and said, "They were sparring. And before the spar, it was agreed that each would face the consequences of their own fate."
This was exactly what Mo Qi had said.
The surrounding people also nodded in unison, "Yes, yes!"
But as they spoke, everyone unconsciously retreated, as if afraid of being caught in the crossfire.
The participants in the other matches also stopped their fights.
Yao Dong, however, looked at Elder Xiong and said, "No, they weren't sparring at all. Old Du just went to provoke him, and then he was killed by him."
Provocation was not a capital offense, so he deliberately said this to increase Mo Qi's guilt.
Elder Xiong paid no heed, gritting his teeth and saying, "I don't care about the reason. You killed my beloved disciple, so you must pay with your life!"
As he spoke, Elder Xiong summoned a "Purple Jade Cushion."
The magic treasure was divided into three layers from the edge to the center.
The outermost layer rotated clockwise, with heavenly fire raining down.
The middle layer rotated counter-clockwise, with ice and snow attacking.
The innermost layer rotated clockwise, with heavenly lightning descending.
Mo Qi dared not underestimate it. He pushed Linghu Xiaoxian aside and simultaneously summoned the Qiankun Ring to meet the attack.
The Qiankun Ring glowed with white light and struck out with a surge.
Then, the divine abilities emanating from the Purple Jade Cushion collided with it. With a deafening roar, the heavenly lightning in the innermost layer held the white light and rapidly consumed it.
Simultaneously, the middle and outermost layers continued to strike Mo Qi with the speed of wind.
Mo Qi was greatly alarmed. From this initial exchange, he realized that he was no match for the opponent.
But he could not simply wait for death. He immediately formed another hand seal and, at the last moment, unleashed the Phoenix Fire Dance Art. The sky-covering red light struck the opponent.
The red light was jagged, like the wings of a soaring eagle, closing in the middle and then separating to the sides. In this constant merging and separating, it formed a crushing force.
The sound of booming thunder was incessant, earth-shattering and awe-inspiring.
The swirling red light finally came into contact with the heavenly fire and ice and snow, creating two distinct scenes.
The center gradually condensed into red mist, then into ice, which fell with a clatter and shattered on the ground.
The red light on the outer layer was instantly engulfed by the raging flames.
The raging flames surged upwards, like hellfire roaring in, striking Mo Qi and engulfing him in an instant.
Mo Qi's entire body burst into flames with a loud boom.
The surroundings erupted in a clamor, "Wow!"
"It's over, Elder Mo is finished!"
"He died as he deserved, killed by someone with Celestial Immortal cultivation."
"What a pity. Such a pity that the disciple so valued by Ancestor Shen died just like this."
Linghu Xiaoxian also cried out in alarm, wanting to rush forward to save him, but was suddenly pulled back by Hong Jianxin, who appeared from nowhere.
"Junior Sister, calm down. He's beyond saving. Don't go to your death."