Chapter 491: Strong Old Man

Translator: Tim Editor: GlobeGlotter

Ye Mo looked at the old man, his heart sinking. For the first time, he couldn't sense the old man's power level. This old man also gave him an overwhelming sense of death, a feeling he'd never experienced before.

The old man was a formidable enemy. He possessed an aura of immense power, almost making Ye Mo feel the pressure of Foundation Establishment cultivators. If Ye Mo hadn't been certain there were no cultivators in Gourd Cave, he would have fled. The old man was terrifying. Ye Mo gathered his chi, preparing to break through their barricade.

He'd been careless; he hadn't expected someone so terrifying in Xiang Mingwang's base. Had Ye Mo known, he would have killed Xiang Mingwang atop Broken Top Mountain.

"I am Ye Mo, the one who killed your Gourd Cave members," Ye Mo breathed. Since he was here, he would face it. Even if he couldn't escape, he would take some with him.

"You're very bold. You killed my sect members, yet you dare come here empty-handed," the old man said flatly, taking a casual step forward.

An invisible force slammed into Ye Mo, sending his clothes billowing. It felt like a massive hammer to the chest. He subconsciously used his chi to steady himself.

Still, he was violently shaken. Was this old man at the Great Heaven level? If so, what was Tan Jiao? Didn't people say there were no Great Heaven masters? Where did this old man come from?

These large sects were indeed not to be trifled with. The Jiu Ming Academy and the Wang family might also harbor such individuals. If so, he had severely underestimated this world.

"Mmm." The old man, slightly surprised, noted Ye Mo withstanding his inner qi blow. The move seemed simple, yet Ye Mo remained uninjured and unmoved. This was no ordinary challenge. For the first time, Ye Mo evoked a strange feeling in him.

The old man sighed, his voice strained. "Ye Mo, you could have accomplished great things; such a pity."

"Sect Leader, he killed our elder and humiliated our sect. Our genius sect member, Lu Ran, was also killed by him. Even Peng Nigui lost an arm! If you hadn't arrived, our thousand-year-old heritage would have been lost, and we wouldn't have been able to protect the spirit well," Xiang Mingwang said respectfully.

"Are you the sect leader?" Ye Mo was shocked. He hadn't expected the sect leader to suddenly end his solitary cultivation.

"That's right, I am the sect leader of Gourd Cave, Ren Pingchuan. Since you killed so many of my sect members, no matter how talented you are, you die here today," Ren Pingchuan said plainly.

Ye Mo sneered. He would give his all; evasion was futile. He looked at the extremely old man and sneered again. "Sect Leader Ren, I respect your power, but not your character. Your sect provoked me; am I not allowed to retaliate?"

Ren Pingchuan said slowly, "My Gourd Cave Sect is the largest sect among the outer hidden sects. We don't need you to teach us what to do. Moreover, Xiang Mingwang merely questioned your heritage. Even if he killed one of yours, you cannot retaliate against us."

Ye Mo laughed. "Old fart, what shameless hypocrisy! I wondered why Gourd Cave members were so shameless; it's a hereditary trait, I see. Old man, just because you reached Great Heaven, don't think you can do anything to me."

Ren Pingchuan seemed not to hear Ye Mo's curses; he simply gazed at the clouds, frowning. Then he said plainly, "I've been in solitary training for eighty years, yet I haven't reached Great Heaven. Pity. I don't have much time. Sigh—"

"Old thing, you're not at the Great Heaven level?" Ye Mo was astonished. He'd been certain Ren Pingchuan was at Great Heaven level, but he wasn't.

Ren Pingchuan said plainly, "The fact that you can kill mid-Great Heaven masters at your age means your heritage is significant. In that case, give it to me. Perhaps I might be able to take that next step with it."

Then, Ren Pingchuan stepped forward and palmed Ye Mo.

Ye Mo almost thought Ren Pingchuan was a cultivator. There was a five- to six-meter distance between them, yet he covered it in a single step. Before the palm landed, searing wind and sharp killing intent already pressed down on him.

Ye Mo desperately wanted to evade, but his entire body was enveloped in the palm wind. He had no choice but to confront it head-on.

The flying sword appeared instantly in Ye Mo's hand, and using ninety percent of his chi, he pierced Ren Pingchuan's palm.

Rumble—The palm and sword didn't directly clash, yet a many-meter-deep ditch was created. Ye Mo was smashed by the palm wind and thrown into a Gourd Cave member, instantly killing him before he could make a sound.

"Good sword. I didn't even see you draw it. You're capable." Ren Pingchuan didn't seem to notice a sect member had died because of Ye Mo, or that his hand had been sliced.

Ye Mo resisted the ruptures in his dantian and swallowed the blood he was about to spit. He was shocked by the old man's inner qi intensity.

"Young man, you are so young, with such dense inner qi and such a sharp weapon; your heritage is indeed significant. Give me your heritage and end yourself. I assure you our sect members won't seek revenge on your family or that Flowing Snake of yours," Ren Pingchuan said, genuinely interested in Ye Mo's heritage.

Ye Mo used one hundred percent of his chi, his flying sword transforming into a huge, door-sized blade as he attacked the old man with overwhelming killing intent. Simultaneously, he sneered, "Old fart, your promise is bullshit in my eyes."

Ren Pingchuan had reached his limit. Ye Mo felt that, though Ren Pingchuan's inner qi far exceeded his, he might have a chance since Ren Pingchuan was so old.

Ye Mo knew that fireballs and wind blades were no threat to masters like Ren Pingchuan.

Seeing the huge sword, Ren Pingchuan's expression became excited. He murmured, "It's a real magic artifact! The legends are true!"

Ren Pingchuan grabbed a black stick from his waist.

Rumble—Ye Mo's flying sword clashed with Ren Pingchuan's stick, creating a huge chi wave. Weaker sect members were knocked unconscious, while others retreated in fear.

Ye Mo was smashed into a wall, his body covered in blood. He felt his bones breaking, his dantian about to shatter. Without hesitation, he took two Lotus Life Pills. His wounds rapidly healed.

Luckily, he had Lotus Life Pills; otherwise, he would have been finished. He had too few offensive options; resources were limited, and many techniques required substantial chi.

Ye Mo had to use sword control, his life-saving trump card, but Ren Pingchuan was too strong. He had to use it now.

Ren Pingchuan also suffered, blood seeping from his mouth.

"Young man, you've thoroughly angered me now," Ren Pingchuan said. He hadn't noticed Ye Mo taking the pills, and even if he had, he wouldn't have cared. No pill could heal such grievous injuries that quickly.

"Cut off his legs and bring him here. He shouldn't be able to move afterward," Ren Pingchuan pointed at a Black Level Tertiary Stage man.

"Yes, Martial Ancestor," the man cried, running toward Ye Mo.

Ye Mo subconsciously looked for his escape route, finding it sealed. Xiang Mingwang, seeing Ye Mo hoping for Feng Wu's arrival, sneered. "Feng Wu and Zeng Zhengxia won't come. Don't count on it. Even if they did, they wouldn't help you."

Ye Mo ignored Xiang Mingwang. His flying sword moved again, splitting the Black Level Stage man in two.

"How dare you?!" Ren Pingchuan roared. His stick unleashed a whirlwind of killing intent, shattering Ye Mo's leg.

Ren Pingchuan lost control, seeing Ye Mo still able to kill after such an injury.