Chapter 1150: Such a Magnificent Purple Ray

“You’re Ye Mo?” Tie Baifei sneered, regarding Ye Mo contemptuously. “A mere hollow spirit state level one? Nan Jinsheng truly wasted his years cultivating like a dog.”

Ye Mo replied calmly, “Soon, you’ll realize you haven’t been cultivating like a human either…” He unleashed the Illusion Cloud formation kill strike. While his understanding of the Illusion Cloud Hua Mountain strike had improved, he knew killing Tie Baifei in one move was impossible.

Countless purple rays erupted, completely engulfing Tie Baifei. He sneered, waving his hand; a huge bell spun above his head. Ye Mo’s purple sword rays clashed with the bell’s shadows, producing a cacophony of metallic sounds.

“Impressive,” Tie Baifei conceded, a pale red longsword materializing in his hand, instantly transforming into a red mist. The sight of such a large man wielding a red flying sword was unsettling.

Suddenly, a chilling cold swept over Ye Mo. The space before him became a blizzard of red, triangular snowflakes—unlike the hexagonal formations seen at higher cultivation levels. These snowflakes, though seemingly just a flurry, felt like bone-chilling ice pillars, constricting his movement, threatening to crush him.

The hall became frigid, filled with swirling red snowflakes as Tie Baifei danced with his longsword, the very embodiment of this icy realm. Ye Mo disappeared within the blizzard, only a few escaping purple sword rays hinting at his continued existence.

Fan Lianzhu sighed, her concern not for Ye Mo, but for Luo Susu. She understood the city lord’s importance to Susu from her reaction; their meeting was barely begun, and he was about to die. Though she personally welcomed Ye Mo's demise, she valued Susu far more than Tang Beiwei.

Yan Guan frowned, already contemplating how to explain this to Pill City and extricate the Black Ice Sect if Ye Mo perished.

Le Yao closed her eyes. She’d witnessed Tie Baifei's blood snowflake technique—powerful and eerie; any cultivator trapped within would eventually succumb, their spirit sense and cultivation essence gradually depleted. Escape was unlikely unless achieved immediately.

Luo Ying and Tang Beiwei rose anxiously, sweat beading on their hands. Had they just seen Ye Mo's death?

Ye Mo, feeling increasingly overwhelmed, grew colder. His spirit sense and cultivation essence were being drained to combat the cold. He knew that without intervention, he would be trapped forever. He consumed a Spirit Recovery Pill and forcefully unleashed several spirit sense strikes.

The coldness and overwhelming pressure lessened considerably. He immediately employed the Illusion Cloud Division Strike, crippling more snowflakes. Then, with a yell, he used the Illusion Cloud Exert Will strike.

Observers outside saw purple rays bursting from the red snowflakes—one, two, three, four… ten, tens, hundreds. Ye Mo’s form became increasingly visible, the purple rays eventually matching the snowflakes' intensity. Finally, Luo Susu and Tang Beiwei relaxed, sinking back into their seats.

Tie Baifei, surprised by Ye Mo’s escape, responded with a colder sneer. The bell, breaking free from the purple sword rays, descended upon Ye Mo.

Having just escaped the snowstorm's debilitating effect on his spirit sense, preventing him from utilizing Zi Xu effectively, Ye Mo refused to be trapped again. As the bell shadows rose, he combined the Illusion Cloud formation kill strike with the division and exert will strikes, unleashing its full power and instantly re-trapping Tie Baifei.

Le Yao, opening her eyes, rejoiced at Ye Mo’s escape from the blood snowflakes. His feat was unexpected; she realized that he was far more than just a Pill King.

With the bell ensnared, Ye Mo unleashed more spirit sense blades. Tie Baifei felt a searing pain in his sea of consciousness, his movements slowing. He broke free from the attack, but before he could unleash the blood snowflakes again, another vibrant purple ray emerged.

That purple ray captivated him – beautiful, enticing, beckoning him to an unknown destination. He yearned to follow.

‘Not right!’ Tie Baifei instantly realized his mistake and frantically burned essence blood, recalling the bell to block the ray.

Ye Mo seized the opportunity, unleashing the Illusion Cloud Hua Mountain strike—direct and fearless. The hall was awash in purple, a breathtaking, heavenly light.

Female cultivators closed their eyes in awe, weaker cultivators captivated, their desires centered on that purple ray.

The ray swept past Tie Baifei's head. He heard bones crack and his body crumble. He barely opened his eyes, murmuring weakly to Ye Mo, “Such a pretty purple ray…” Then, he collapsed, his body shattering.

Ye Mo sheathed Zi Xu and closed his eyes, entering a new realm of swordsmanship, creating a new technique inspired by Tie Baifei’s blood snowflakes. He opened his eyes, murmuring, “Pinching flower purple ray, the heavens are only an inch away.”

The strike was subtle, silent as the pinching of a flower. Those who witnessed it felt it was a heavenly strike, striking them even if it meant death. The Illusion Cloud Hua Mountain strike was complete, refined from its former crude state into a lethal blow.

Everyone gasped. Those above the Cauldron Filling state understood the terror of Ye Mo's new strike. Even Yang Feicheng stared in shock and horror, forgetting his rage, his focus purely on Ye Mo's overwhelming power at such a low cultivation level. He wondered who, even at the Disaster Transformation or Truth Realization states, could possibly withstand him?

The sect leaders were not shocked merely by Ye Mo's victory, but by the power of that purple ray.