Some tried to take advantage of the situation, tipping the table and scattering the Thunder Pills onto the ground.
Fortunately, Wu Qi was quick-witted and snatched the bag of pills from the table, taking it inside the shop.
Otherwise, if this sack of pills had fallen, the entire hall would have been overturned.
Seeing that even the inferior pills were no longer available, the outer disciples also started to stir up trouble.
The hall erupted in a cacophony of noise, with many clenching their fists, as if armed conflict was imminent!
At this moment, Elder Liang walked over, his face dark.
With a roar, he bellowed, "Who is causing trouble? All of you, quiet down!"
A wave of sound exploded outwards, like a hurricane sweeping through.
The entire building trembled, and roof tiles began to slide off.
A large number of people fell, covering their ears and writhing in pain on the ground.
Many had burst eardrums, blood flowing from their ears!
Mo Qi, Chu Xiangling, and a few others with slightly higher cultivation covered their ears immediately and used their spiritual energy to protect themselves, thus avoiding severe injury.
Hall Master Zhao and Supervisor Tong swayed, channeling their full spiritual energy to barely withstand the onslaught of the sound wave.
The previously crowded area instantly cleared, creating a passage.
Elder Liang, accompanied by a disciple, strode in, his gaze falling upon the ashen-faced Hall Master Zhao. Elder Liang asked, "What is going on, Hall Master Zhao?"
As Supervisor Tong was about to speak, Hall Master Zhao interjected, "It's all the fault of that outer disciple named Mo Qi. He somehow got his hands on some more effective Thunder Pills and started spreading rumors that our pills are inferior, successfully inciting some people..."
Supervisor Tong looked at Hall Master Zhao in surprise. How could you spew such nonsense?
Hall Master Zhao, fearing he would speak out of turn, shot him a fierce glare, silencing him.
Elder Liang, as expected, flew into a rage: "Who is Mo Qi? Get in here!"
Mo Qi, standing outside, had clearly heard his voice, but he remained motionless, as if he hadn't heard a thing.
Chu Xiangling was worried for him, "Hurry and go in, they're calling you."
Mo Qi, with a beaming face, a calm demeanor, and an unshakeable posture, suddenly spoke loudly, "If you have something to discuss with me, you can come out and say it!"
Good heavens!
Those lying on the ground, who were just getting up, were so startled they fell back down!
Were they tired of living? Had they had enough of life?
Some had already scrambled away, fearing that staying another moment would lead to collateral damage.
Chu Xiangling gazed at him intently!
Thinking back to how she had nearly clashed with such a defiant person, she felt a chill of fear.
Indeed, Mo Qi had poked the tiger's backside.
Elder Liang was a man of few words and decisive action. He shook his body, transforming into a beam of white sword light. In the blink of an eye, he shot out of the hall, directly towards Mo Qi.
The attack was swift and chilling.
A biting coldness instantly permeated the surroundings, as if a power capable of freezing everything had erupted.
The disciples lying on the ground, who had just gotten up, were instantly frozen, unable to move an inch.
They secretly rejoiced that the sword light wasn't aimed at them, otherwise, they would have been pierced through instantly.
They then looked on with schadenfreude at the unlucky fellow!
Under normal circumstances, he would be impaled, then explode into dust, a truly gruesome scene.
These were the normal circumstances.
However, things took an unexpected turn!
Mo Qi's body flickered, transforming into a fist-sized point of golden light in the air. With a flash, he was already several miles away.
The sword light missed its target, hitting the ground with a roar and creating a deep pit. As smoke billowed, the sword light changed direction and pursued the point of light.
In an instant, the sword light vanished.
The next moment, the point of light reappeared somewhere else after circling around, landing on the ground and spinning.
The sword light emerged from an unknown location and lunged forward fiercely. The point of light once again darted away, and the sword light missed its target again.
Then, the point of light and the sword light, one after the other, began circling in the vicinity.
Sometimes they passed through treetops, sometimes through ponds, and sometimes under eaves.
In the eyes of the onlookers, the point of light and the sword light would sometimes align, and sometimes separate.
Later, their speed increased, darting up and down, left and right, as if the world was filled with points of light and sword light, dazzling the onlookers.
"Golden Light Shrinking Ground Technique!" Chu Xiangling exclaimed in shock. She hadn't expected Mo Qi to master this technique so exquisitely. When she had tried to learn it herself, she hadn't even grasped the basics after half a year and had given up.
Later, it seemed as if the spiritual energy had coalesced into a single entity, constantly surrounding her.
The onlookers grew dizzy and all closed their eyes, daring not to move, fearing that a single misstep would lead to decapitation.
Explosions continuously rang out around them, sometimes from pits blasted into the ground, sometimes from snapping trees, and sometimes from collapsing buildings.
The disciples trembled with fear, dreading hearing the next sound to be the explosion of their own skulls.
Some, after enduring prolonged terror, finally broke down and fled into the distance like madmen.
Disregarding everything, life and death!
Yet, bizarrely, even though the points of light and sword light had merged into a continuous stream, they never touched these people.
They felt the edge of the sword and its force constantly circling their necks, yet never causing them any harm.
Finally, these individuals miraculously escaped, fleeing to a distant place.
Far from the smoke and flames of battle!
Hall Master Zhao watched the light energy weaving through the air, his jaw nearly dropping. "Elder Liang is already a Celestial Immortal, and with his full power, he can't even scratch Mo Qi! He's just a Tribulation Stage cultivator. Even if he wanted to escape, he should be trapped like a bird with clipped wings! How could this be? Has Elder Liang grown old?"
As he spoke, the sword light gradually transformed from a single line back into a sword, its speed slowly decreasing.
Hall Master Zhao sighed, "Indeed, he's getting old!"
The speed of the sword light continued to slow down!
But the speed of the point of light remained unchanged, weaving freely through the surroundings! Flying at will!
Sometimes it circled twice, while the sword light hadn't even completed one circle.
Sometimes it seemed the point of light deliberately stayed ahead of the sword light, waiting for it, yet it couldn't catch up!
The sword light's speed grew slower and slower.
Finally, everyone could clearly feel the arduous struggle of an old ox pulling a broken cart. Many unconsciously gritted their teeth, silently cheering him on.
However, he was truly at his limit!
Elder Liang could no longer maintain the sword light form and reverted to his true body.
He was still running on the ground!
Panting heavily, his face flushed red.
Someone suddenly patted his shoulder: "Old man, hurry up, you're almost there!"
Elder Liang was in a panic, daring not to slacken. He took a deep breath and continued to run with heavy steps.
A streak of light pursued him rapidly from behind: "Faster, faster, you're almost there!"
Elder Liang was on the verge of tears!
His body was almost stiff, but he couldn't stop running, as he was almost caught.
So, he gathered his strength again, drawing upon some unknown reserve, and immediately sped up. Although he could no longer transform into sword light, his speed was still lightning fast.
The people around were on the verge of collapse from watching!
Was it their imagination?
What on earth was happening?
Something felt wrong!
But what exactly was wrong?
Elder Liang, panting and gasping, exerted all his spiritual energy and unleashed his flight technique to race forward.
Yet, he still felt the tail behind him getting closer and closer, which greatly disheartened him.
Why couldn't he shake it off?
At this point, his stamina began to fail, and his flight became unstable. With a careless misstep, he collided with a rooftop, almost falling.
A voice from behind shouted: "Got you!"
Elder Liang was terrified beyond measure. Disregarding the pain and the dust covering him, he extended his hand, stabilized himself, and immediately sped forward again.
This collision had set off a chain reaction. He couldn't maintain his balance, and subsequent impacts left Elder Liang dazed and his mind even more muddled.
Mo Qi continued to urge him from behind: "Keep running, can't you run anymore?"
Elder Liang, dragging his battered body, stumbled forward.
At this point, he could no longer fly.
Even running was reduced to a slow jog, and he stumbled frequently, falling to the ground.
Every time he fell, Mo Qi would run over and poke his back with a little finger: "Don't be lazy, old man, get up and run."
The old man, panting heavily, climbed up, his face contorted in pain, and took a step forward.
He felt a sense of heroic passion with nowhere to release it.
And a tragic sense of being unable to escape his fate!
At that moment, he had a delusion!
A terrifying enemy was chasing him.
Even more terrifyingly, this enemy was faster than him!
At this point, he felt he had given his all.
The pain of exhaustion seemed more dreadful than death!
After running only a few steps, his head felt heavy and his feet light, and he fell to the ground.
Mo Qi went over again and poked him: "Don't be lazy, are you acting like a spoiled child at your age?"
Elder Liang cried: "I'm not running anymore, I really can't run!"
Mo Qi poked him again. He simply lay on the ground, hugged a stone, and truly started to act stubborn!
He even cried profusely, weeping with utter despair!
The surrounding onlookers had all collapsed!
Their worldviews had been completely inverted!
Elder Liang, a Celestial Immortal, a figure whose stomp could shake the Sun Moon Sect, was being toyed with like this today!
Who on earth was this Mo Qi!
A ripple went through Chu Xiangling's heart!
Hall Master Zhao could no longer bear it. He walked out of the hall, looked at Mo Qi, and roared, "What do you want?"
Mo Qi looked at him calmly: "What have I done? He wanted to kill me, shouldn't I escape?"
Elder Liang, whose brain had a moment of rest, instantly understood the whole situation. Seeing so many eyes looking at him like he was a monkey, he felt utterly humiliated.
He didn't know where to put his old face.
Shame and anger mingled!
Elder Liang let out a furious roar and once again transformed into a beam of sword light, charging towards Mo Qi.