Chapter 346: Grapple Translator: Tim Editor: Fish Creek

“You’re asking to die.” A young man, less than thirty, suddenly charged, his long sword aimed at Ye Mo. Hu Nuoping intercepted him before the attack landed. Others might not know Ye Mo’s strength, but Hu Nuoping did.

Ye Mo looked at the angry youth, drew an identical sword, and said, “These swords are the same. You’re Bian Chao, but far weaker than your brother, Bian Po. You’re still at the black level.”

“You killed my brother?” Bian Chao’s eyes blazed with fury. “Hu Nuoping, let me go! I’ll kill this bastard myself.”

“You killed my son, Bian Po?” The middle-aged man’s eyes turned cold, a frosty beam seeming to pierce Ye Mo. Deep down, however, he felt threatened. This young man’s insight into Bian Chao’s power hinted at something extraordinary.

Ye Mo toyed with his sword. “At Shen Nong Jia, Bian Po tried to kill me, and I killed him. A few days ago, visiting my sister, I heard your Dian Cang had another ‘animal,’ Bian Chao, harassing her. So, I came to deal with this animal as well.”

Before Hu Nuoping could react, two black-level and one earth-level cultivator charged Ye Mo. Hu Nuoping tried to stop them, but it was too late. Ye Mo’s long sword unleashed a blade beam, sweeping away the three attackers. An earth-level primary stage and two black-level middle stages posed no threat.

Almost instantly, the blade beam flashed, and three bodies fell. Ye Mo stood nearby, sword in hand, his face impassive.

In seconds, Ye Mo had killed three, showcasing his power to all.

Silence fell over the square.

“Dian Cang disciples, kill him!” The sect leader reacted first, shouting. Ye Mo’s gaze swept over him, and he felt a chill, unsure if it was fear or terror.

More than thirty Dian Cang disciples charged, weapons aimed at Ye Mo.

Bian Xihai, the sect leader, looked at the unmoving Elder Liu and his twenty-odd silent followers. “Elder Liu, the enemy’s before us. Why aren’t you moving?”

The old man sneered. “Bian Xihai, you’re unworthy of being sect leader. You failed to control your son, causing this trouble for Dian Cang, and you expect my help? Your son robs women, not only in the mortal world but in Serenity too. Now, we’re attacked, and you want us to clean up your mess?”

Bian Xihai laughed. “Liu Rushan, stop the hypocrisy. Are you so noble? Who killed over fifty people in Beijing two decades ago? Who chased someone across thirty thousand kilometers for a spirit-washing flower? Now you want my position? Dream on. Even without your men, I can kill this child.”

“Really? Then watch.” Liu Rushan said coldly.

With his men surrounding Ye Mo, Bian Xihai stopped watching. Over thirty people, including five earth-level cultivators, meant Ye Mo's death was certain.

But when Bian Xihai turned, it was as if he’d fallen into an ice cave. More than half of those attacking Ye Mo were dead, limbs scattered everywhere.

“Hu Nuoping, deploy the Dian Cang Seven Kill Formation!” Terror etched Bian Xihai’s face. He hadn’t even drawn his sword before joining the fight, gathering his chi and punching at Ye Mo.

Ye Mo felt Bian Xihai’s intense killing intent and relentless temperament. He sneered. One punch to kill me? He jumped, and punched back.

Their fists collided with a loud thud. Bian Xihai flew back several meters, stopped by Hu Nuoping. He was astonished; the punch shattered every bone in his arm.

Ye Mo swung his sword, creating a bloody mist. More black-level warriors fell. Resisting the pain and shock, Bian Xihai, along with Hu Nuoping and the remaining five, surrounded Ye Mo.

Liu Rushan was shocked. He knew Bian Xihai’s power; it rivaled his own. Both were at earth-level peak stage, yet Bian Xihai couldn’t defend against one punch from this young man. If he killed Bian Xihai and then turned on them, it would be easy.

Liu Rushan and his men stared at Ye Mo like he was a ghost. His decisive carnage had shocked them.

“Just who are you?” Bian Xihai asked coldly, ignoring Bian Chao, whose limbs had been severed by Ye Mo.

Ye Mo studied the seven's formation, unfazed. Slowly drawing his flying sword, he said, “I’m Ye Mo. I’ve come to Dian Cang to collect lives.”

“What? You’re Ye Mo?” Bian Xihai and Liu Rushan were equally shocked. They knew about Ye Mo’s slaughter; his destruction of the He Liu sect and his pursuit of its base, forcing the sect to seal its entrance.

Bian Xihai quickly understood Ye Mo’s terrifying power. He looked pleadingly at Liu Rushan, but Liu Rushan avoided his gaze. Suppressing his anger and resentment, Bian Xihai said to Ye Mo, “Since you’re Ye Mo, renowned for your name, why not let us go? How has Dian Cang offended you? If it’s about Serenity, tell us, and we’ll give you due respect.”

Bian Xihai was clearly backing down, but no one laughed. Ye Mo was too terrifying; even now, he didn’t seem to be fighting at full strength. What if he did?

Ye Mo ignored him, walking to Bian Chao and standing over him. “Luo Ying is my wife. Tang Beiwei is my sister. You Dian Cang scum dared to harass Susu and Beiwei in Serenity. Should I annihilate your sect? My motto is: Don’t mess with me, and I won’t mess with you. But you messed with me, so don’t blame the consequences.”

Ye Mo stamped on Bian Chao, killing him silently.

“Ye bastard, one of us will die today!” Bian Xihai, witnessing Bian Chao’s death, could no longer contain his fury. Even if he was no match, he would fight.

Bian Xihai charged, Hu Nuoping and the others attacking Ye Mo from different angles, their attacks converging on the same point. Six earth-level and one black-level peak stage warrior attacked with all their strength. Ye Mo found himself trapped; whichever way he dodged, he faced a full-powered attack.

He could only clash head-on. Even flight wouldn't help until he dodged this attack.

Ye Mo roared, gathering his spirit chi and punching.

A rumble echoed as the seven were sent flying, quickly regrouping. Their injuries were minor. Ye Mo spat out blood, also knocked back. He was shocked; their formation was too strong. The black-level cultivator weakened the formation; without him, it would have been much harder.

Injured, Ye Mo couldn't dodge. He flew upwards.

Their battle had created a ditch several meters deep, pulverizing the cobblestones.

Seeing Ye Mo airborne, the seven rejoiced. The formation had a death trap; anyone forced into the air, regardless of strength, would be critically injured.

They reset their positions, gathering their qi, aiming at the space between them.

The moment Ye Mo jumped, he realized he’d underestimated the world. China was vast, filled with capable people. If he couldn’t fly on his sword, he would die.

He saw their trump card: a setup punch followed by a killing blow. Seven earth-level peak stages using this formation would have killed him even now; he would have been defenseless against the second punch.

Fortunately, they had a black-level cultivator among them. More fortunate still, Ye Mo could fly, meaning he wouldn't fall.

Liu Rushan watched strangely. He’d hoped for mutual destruction or for Ye Mo to kill Bian Xihai. But Ye Mo seemed certain to die. Good, after all Ye Mo had killed most of Bian Xihai's men, the few left were no threat.