Chapter 1193: Ye Mo is Too Mysterious
Meng Qi saw the long purple sword ray and was immediately captivated. Its beauty was so compelling, she felt an urge to jump in and experience it firsthand; it seemed to beckon her. She subconsciously took a step, then saw the purple ray emit countless smaller purple sword rays. “So pretty,” she whispered, but a shiver ran through her as she sensed the lethal intent. She awoke, seeing a dense mass of dark rays attempting to counter the purple beam.
Meng Qi wiped the sweat from her forehead, stepping back in shock. Ye Mo’s strike was far beyond her ability to resist. Meanwhile, Yong Wuzi deployed his magic artifact, successfully blocking the attack. His power was undeniable; the tales of him slaying opponents far stronger than himself were clearly true.
Zi Xu and Yong Wuzi’s club collided with a heaven-shaking roar. Waves of potent cultivation essence slammed into Ye Mo’s octagonal cauldron, the dark rays adding to the assault. Even with his formidable cultivation, Ye Mo couldn’t suppress a mouthful of blood. The purple ray rapidly shrank, its emitted sword rays becoming slower and less vibrant.
Crack!
Another massive explosion echoed. Ye Mo knew that while Yong Wuzi had halted the main force of his Hua Mountain Strike, he hadn’t stopped Zi Xu. Zi Xu retracted, piercing Yong Wuzi’s chest in a bloody burst. Yong Wuzi flew back one hundred meters, staring in disbelief at his shattered club. Fear filled his eyes as he looked at Ye Mo; this body condensation state cultivator was unbelievably strong.
Ye Mo showed no sign of stopping, hacking out again without even wiping the blood from his lips. Enraged by Ye Mo’s disregard, Yong Wuzi summoned a dark halo above his head, charging forward with his club. Ye Mo saw the halo was actually a bed—his defense magic artifact was a giant bed! It was a first.
With a clang, Yong Wuzi reeled as his bed was stopped. He was stunned; Ye Mo’s attack had disrupted his control of his magic artifact. This was terrifying. He poured all his cultivation essence into his club, regretting his lack of armor.
Ye Mo’s spirit sense sword was blocked by the bed, causing him significant pain. The artifact was incredibly strange; even his Purple Eye Soul Sever was ineffective. Ye Mo cautiously unleashed Shadowless.
Rumble!
Zi Xu and the club clashed again, purple rays scattering, but neither retreated.
Rumble rumble…
The two artifacts clashed repeatedly, neither altering their attacks. Huge craters scarred the battlefield, unnoticed by the combatants.
Meng Qi watched in astonishment, unsure why Ye Mo was engaging in a direct confrontation. Another Hua Mountain Strike would have grievously wounded Yong Wuzi. But Ye Mo’s eyes were closed. He possessed numerous techniques to subdue Yong Wuzi—Hua Mountain Strike, Formation Kill Strike, even Lightning Sword—yet he used none. Yong Wuzi appeared ferocious, but fear gnawed at his heart. While he couldn’t kill Ye Mo, only injure him, Shadowless alone could easily kill him.
Ye Mo's purpose was to perfect his Illusion Cloud 7th strike, and Yong Wuzi was the ideal practice opponent. With each exchange, his strike felt clearer and more effortless. Yong Wuzi’s shock mounted. He usually dominated opponents of higher levels, but facing Ye Mo, he was terrified. His own momentum waned while Ye Mo's intensified.
As Zi Xu sheared off more spikes from the club, Yong Wuzi attempted to flee, but Ye Mo anticipated it. Zi Xu didn’t unleash another series of strikes; instead, a purple veil unfurled. It resembled Hua Mountain Strike, but it was different. Hua Mountain Strike was a concentrated beam; this was an expanding, colossal purple curtain.
Yong Wuzi was enveloped, feeling like he'd sunk into a mud pit. “Domain! This is a true domain! You’ve mastered domains…,” Yong Wuzi roared in disbelief. He understood Ye Mo’s monotonous fighting style; it was domain practice.
Desperate, Yong Wuzi spat out essence blood and activated two runes, shattering them. The purple veil dissipated like fireworks. The pressure lifted, and he breathed a sigh of relief. He attempted to retrieve his magic artifact and flee, consumed by fear. His cultivation level surpassed Ye Mo’s, yet Ye Mo commanded a domain. Even if Ye Mo were at the same cultivation level, it wouldn't feel this bad.
Ye Mo wouldn’t let him escape. He had begun to control domains; this wasn't a mere refinement, but a fundamental leap. The instant Yong Wuzi moved, Shadowless intercepted. Before his mobility rune activated, he felt a pause. Before he could react, a long purple ray descended from the heavens. Despair filled his eyes as he whispered, "Purple ray again…"
Splurge!
Blood sprayed as Yong Wuzi was cleaved in two. His essence spirit seeped out, cursing, "My father won't let you go…"
Ye Mo ignored him, summoning a black lightning arc that reduced the spirit to dust. In death, Yong Wuzi finally understood Ye Mo hadn't used his full strength. Had Ye Mo used Lightning Sword from the outset, Yong Wuzi would have been dead long ago.
After killing Yong Wuzi, Ye Mo retrieved Shadowless, consumed several pills, and sat down to recover. He’d paid a price; his spirit sense was lightly injured attacking the bed, and he suffered internal injuries from the head-on clashes.
Watching Ye Mo recover, Meng Qi stared at the lifeless Yong Wuzi in disbelief. Ye Mo, at body condensation state level seven, had killed a cauldron filling state level three Yong Wuzi—arguably the strongest cultivator here. No one within the Qu 18 Disks posed a threat to Ye Mo. Meng Qi realized that everyone, including the cult leader and Wang Cang, had underestimated Ye Mo. He was too mysterious. Ye Mo lacked a storage ring, yet his magic artifact flew out. He was prepared to relinquish his storage ring, proving his extreme-grade cultivation artifact remained intact.
Meng Qi breathed easier. The nightmare was over. She finally understood Ye Mo's statement to Yong Lanyi, “I will be back.” It wasn't flattery; it was a death sentence.