Chapter 466 - The Mo Family's Assault

The burst of power and the subsequent storm was so abrupt that Xiao Chen’s sword missed Mo Jinyan’s neck by half an inch. Following a loud clang, both he and his sword were sent flying. When he landed on the ground again, all he could feel was his arm going numb.

What hit his sword was a peach wood staff. Tied with a thin red string to the head of the staff was a small gourd giving off a golden glow. One could tell at a glance that it was no ordinary object.

A human figure soon appeared out of thin air in front of Xiao Chen. The white-bearded old man, dressed in a red robe, caught the rebounded peach wood staff at and looked Xiao Chen. “You sure have a deep murderous aura for a youngster like you,” he said coldly. He tossed his staff, and it immediately turned into an orb of golden light to attack Xiao Chen.

The crowd gasped. “Peak of the Apotheosis Realm!”

Their voices were still lingering in the air when a loud thump resonated. The peach wood staff seemed to have been hit by a pebble. It flew out of its trajectory and cut straight into the snow on the ground. The white-bearded old man looked solemn. He turned to look in the direction where the pebble came from and saw an old man dressed in a rosewood-colored robe staring back at him. Who was he? What powerful finger-snapping skills.

In reality, Su Ying wasn’t the one who shot the pebble, but his daughter, Su Yue. Su Yue flicked her sleeves with a scoff. “You’re a senior, but you’ve interfered in this sword duel. Were you going to injure him as well?”

The twelve ladies of the Hidden Fragrance Wafting Under the Moon had flown up to the arena by now, guarding Xiao Chen against the bearded old man with weapons in hand. Xiao Chen had seen this man before. He was the one who joined the He family to give him more trouble at the Immortal’s Sword Assembly held by the Immortals’ League, Mo Tiannan.

Mo Tiannan looked away with a scoff, refocusing his attention on Xiao Chen. “Kid, I’ll let you off for now!” He flicked his sleeve to summon the two broken halves of the Northern Dark Mystic Ice Sword, helped Mo Jinyan up, and flew off.

Mo Tiannan landed on the snow-covered ground and handed Mo Jinyan to two of their family’s disciples. Only then did he salute White-brow Solitarian. “Brother White-brow, thank you for your help.”

White-brow Solitarian smiled wryly. “Don’t mention it.” As a Grand Completion Realm cultivator, it wouldn’t have been difficult for him to block Xiao Chen’s attack earlier. However, this was after all a duel of swords and he was the one who said he wouldn’t let others interfere. He would have been humiliated if he went up to save Mo Jinyan.

In the arena above, Xiao Chen was calming himself down. He had detected a trace of genuine murderous intent in Mo Tiannan’s eyes earlier. Mo Tiannan hid it very well, but he could tell that it wasn’t as simple as a threat to his life and that it wasn’t because he had hurt Mo Jinyan.

Xiao Chen took a deep breath and clenched his fingers. The Mo family seemed determined to kill him. Their desire was even stronger than the Order of the Divine Fire and Ling family. No, it seemed as if they were hell-bent on it.

“Lord, let’s go down as well,” Qingluan whispered.

“Mhm.” Xiao Chen nodded. He propelled himself forward and flew toward where Xiaoyue was. Once his feet touched the ground, he handed her the Autumn Water Sword with a faint smile. “Thank you for your help, Fairy Xiaoyue.”

He knew that the Autumn Water Sword was powerful in his hands and that it would get him out of many troubles against his many enemies in the future. However, he was the one who gifted the sword to Qianyu Nishang back then. Even if he had to face enemies, he had no grounds to ask for the sword back. That would just make him look down on himself.

Xiaoyue was still in a daze after seeing the shocking scene earlier. It wasn’t until she took the sword from his hands that she smiled. “Your divine power is incredible, Brother Xiao. You have my admiration.”

Xiao Chen didn’t respond. Even now, he couldn’t distinguish whether Xiaoyue was a friend or foe. The best decision was not to say anything. He turned around and flew to the other side.

Xiaoyue gently wiped the Autumn Water Sword in her hand. When she saw Xiao Chen gently summoning the Spirit from the sword in the air earlier, she felt a stab of pain in her heart. In particular, when his teardrop fell on the sword, she felt as if an invisible hand was squeezing her heart.

She knew why. The Autumn Water Sword had long become intimately linked to her heart. The sword was a spiritual one, so if it was hurting, her heart would be as well. Her pain was actually that of the sword, but where did it come from?

Then, she remembered how she pointed her sword at Xiao Chen at the Immortal’s Sword Assembly, but the sword wrestled out of control at the last minute and stopped an inch away from his forehead. The sword kept crying then, refusing to budge a single inch. What was the reason behind this…

By the time she looked up and wanted to question Xiao Chen, she saw that he had joined the Su family. Xiao Chen saluted Su Yue and said, “Thank you… for that earlier.” He then looked at Su Ying, but chose not to say anything and turned around to walk away.

“Stop right there!” Su Yue yelled. “What’s with your attitude? Don’t you know who he is?”

Xiao Chen stopped in his tracks. His fingers were clenched, but he chose to neither reply nor look back. He continued walking toward Yi Tong and the rest.

Su Ying continued to keep his hands behind his back. There was a smile on his face. “This kid has the same temper as Qing’er.” Su Wan looked upset. “Rude,” she said. “You shouldn’t have saved him, Aunt. Just let him die.”

When Xiao Chen joined Yi Tong and the rest, he looked around for Huangfu Xin’er. She was still around earlier, but there was no sign of her now. “Have you seen Xin’er?”

Ziyun’er looked around and muttered, “Empress Huangfu was there seconds ago, but…”

Her words were cut short by the arrival of a large group of men and horses. There were at least one hundred people. Some were also flying here on their swords. The sudden turn of events shocked the cultivators on the summit, putting them on high alert.

The group of people was dressed in a uniform that resembled the clothing that the Mo family’s disciples wore. It went without saying that the reinforcements from the Mo family had come. The two people who traveled by air were old men with greying hair and beard. Their cultivation was probably similar to Mo Tiannan’s.

Before anyone realized what was going on, the two old men turned into sword lights and landed on the ground. One of them looked at the cultivators everywhere with a holier-than-thou expression and said loudly, “Forgive the Mo family for coming late!”

His companion looked at Mo Jinyan who had to be held up by two disciples and said without emotion, “Rubbish.” After hearing this, Mo Jinyan could no longer suppress the blood in his throat and it came gushing out. Mo Tiannan glanced at him and said, “Take him home.”

Chu Lingjiao, naturally, wouldn’t say anything now. All she wanted was to get away from this place. She immediately propped Mo Jinyan up with the help of the man in black. They were about to jump on their swords and leave with the old man in the Apotheosis Realm on escorting duty when Xiao Chen stretched his hand out. “Wait!”

“Leave the item behind!” Huangfu Xin’er barged into the scene out of nowhere and flew toward them alongside Xiao Chen.

After landing on the snow-covered ground, Xiao Chen said in a cold voice, “You made your promise last night. It’s your loss. Don’t tell me you’re going to go back on your word. Hand over the fourth scroll of the Heartless Cultivation Method!”

Mo Jinyan had his arms supported by two other people, looking pale. He let out a bitter laugh. “It was the Autumn Water Sword that defeated me. Who do you think you are, demanding things from me?”

Xiao Chen clenched his hands. A cold glint flashed in his pupils. In the distance, an old man from the Mo family looked at him. “You’re Xiao Chen?” he asked. “What’s wrong? Do you intend to keep a Mo family member here?” Twelve Mo family’s disciples gathered as soon as the words left his mouth. These were no ordinary people, but the cream of the crop. It was obvious that the Mo family didn’t intend to let Xiao Chen leave alive.

Mo Yu and Mo Wen were here as well. They looked shocked. Never in a million years did they think that the weak and insignificant Xiao Chen could injure Mo Jinyan.

“Swooooosh!”

Twelve silhouettes moved. The ladies of the Hidden Fragrance Wafting Under the Moon had arrived in a flash. Qingluan let out a peal of humorless laughter. “You’re pushing it too far!”

“The Mo family is only here to participate in the Battle of the Five Emperors,” the old man said indifferently. He looked at the cultivators all around and said loudly, “The Mo family will stake a claim on one of the titles of the Northern, Southern, Eastern, Western, and Central Emperor! If you wish to challenge us, you may send your disciples to battle it out with our men!”

Silence fell over the crowd. The Mo family had been exerting their influence everywhere in the past year, challenging the chief disciple of various sects without failure. They were by no means inferior to the Fallen Immortals Sect that came out of nowhere. Moreover, they were trying to build an alliance similar to the Immortals’ League. Their actions were a clear indication of their wild ambition.

The crowd turned to look at the twelve elite disciples, who were all in the Nirvana Realm. In most major sects, the best disciple under their tutelage was in the peak of the Nascent Soul Realm. On the other hand, not only could the Mo family dispatch Mo Jinyan, but they could also easily summon twelve Nirvana Realm young cultivators. Truly, they were terrifying. If they send all their cultivators, perhaps not even the ten major clans were a match for them.

The old man chuckled when no one said anything. He looked at Xiao Chen, his gaze swiftly turning stern, and said, “You defeated Mo Jinyan once. Let’s see if your good luck will continue! Win against twelve of our disciples and you can take whatever cultivation method that you’re talking about!”

His meaning was clear. Xiao Chen’s expression was like a raging storm. He sneered and said, “Since you’re that desperate to make an example of me, I’ll do as you wish…”

“Lord!” Qingluan cried out in warning. It was terribly unwise to fight against the Mo family that greatly outnumbered them. They must find a way to escape as quickly as possible.

Su Yue was frowning. She asked in a quiet voice, “Father, do you think we should…?” Su Ying raised his hand. “Not now. The kid might be reckless, but he’s no coward.”

Xiao Chen let out a sneer and yelled, “See that, everyone? They’re the ones making trouble for me. Death or injury is not to be questioned in the Battle of the Emperors! Come on, then!” He stretched his right hand and the Blood Lotus Demon Blade was within his grasp in the next second. A sinister wind was starting to build up to a storm, bringing with it mournful whistling.

The blade was giving off a terrifying red light, looking as if it could no longer stand its thirst for blood. This shocked the spectators. It was as clear as day that the Mo family had a grudge against Xiao Chen. The Battle of the Five Emperors had always been a duel of swords, but right now, no one cared what weapons were being used.

“Heh!” Xiao Chen sneered. He swiped his left hand across the blade, spilling his blood on the metal surface. The blade instantly turned a vivid red, producing fogs of blood, sinister whistling, and wailing of ghosts. It was a strange and frightening scene.

“Which of you youngsters will be the first to give me your life?”

Xiao Chen thrust the Blood Lotus Demon Blade downward so that it would stand tall. His voice was loud enough to resonate for five kilometers or so, making everyone’s spirits tremble. One of the twelve elite disciples in the Nirvana Realm flew to him. Xiao Chen yelled, “My blade won’t be slaying nameless victims today! Tell me your name!”

“Mo Wenhao!” The disciple rushed toward Xiao Chen like a bolt of lightning.

“Good! You can die now!” Xiao Chen raised his blade and swung it. Blood-red light whizzed toward Mo Wenhao, leaving a ten feet long trail, with the force of a volcano that had been dormant for a millennium. Once it exploded, it was unstoppable. “Tch!” Blood rained on the ground. To everyone’s horror, the disciple had been cut in half.