"You dare to imagine killing ?"
Upon hearing Mo Wangchen’s words, Zuo Yunfeng sneered again, appearing even more sinister.
"You will be the first person I kill upon arriving in this world."
Mo Wangchen stood in the void, his eyes already filled with a murderous intent that quietly spread forth. His tone was calm, yet it seed to determine Zuo Yunfeng’s life and death.
To awaken ng Yurou, he did not hesitate to fall into reincarnation and endure nine lifetis.
He even made a pact with Ksitigarbha, to avoid evil and perform good deeds in the world.
Originally, Mo Wangchen thought killing was evil, but now he no longer believed that.
Sotis, killing is also a way of doing good.
In that black cauldron, there were mountains of corpses and seas of blood, horrifying to behold.
He could hardly imagine what kind of person could be so ruthless as to kill so many people to consecrate a murderous divine weapon.
"Hahaha..."
In the distant sky, Zuo Yunfeng laughed arrogantly, "Let alone you, with this Ten Thousand Jin Tripod in hand, even if those Saint Masters ca, I would not fear them. Today, let send you to hell!"
Upon finishing his words, the black cauldron trembled, causing the void to quake, as endless deathly aura spread, causing inexplicable fright.
From the mouth of the cauldron, large patches of black mist continuously erged.
"Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh..."
The fierce wind howled, the sound seemingly issuing from hell itself; the black mist transford into terrifying demon faces, fierce and innurable, rushing toward Mo Wangchen.
This was a horrifying spectacle, as if the black cauldron was a gate to the Netherworld, with evil spirits climbing out to pounce on Mo Wangchen.
"Buzz..."
Faced with the frightening faces rushing towards him, Mo Wangchen remained unmoved, standing midair.
When the evil spirits were finally close, Mo Wangchen understood, and he pressed a palm forward into the void.
Instantly, a special Dao Pattern manifested in his palm, shining brilliantly, and the space before him appeared to contain a phantom giant gate.
The deathly aura filled the heavenly vault, causing the realm to beco considerably darker, and within the phantom gate, a remarkable stillness of death was spreading.
This deathly aura was far more terrifying than whatever the black cauldron emitted!
"Whoosh..."
The wind howled as if divine demons were commanding all souls; the phantom giant gate opened, resembling a black hole leading to hell, bottomless, and staring into it induced an inexplicable shudder within the heart.
A massive suction erged and in an instant, all the evil spirits rushing towards Mo Wangchen were absorbed into the giant gate.
"What did you do?!"
Zuo Yunfeng roared angrily, a look of shock and uncertainty flashing through his eyes.
"Soone like you, even in death, cannot counterbalance your sins. Today, I will obliterate your body and spirit!"
Mo Wangchen ignored his question, stepping into the sky; instantly, a sword light appeared, standing across the heavenly vault.
This was a golden divine sword, carrying a terrifying sword principle, containing the true essence of the Great Dao.
"Whoosh!"
The giant sword slashed down, as if driving the forces of all directions; heaven and earth darkened, and in everyone’s eyes, there was only this giant sword slicing down.
"Ah!"
A scream pierced the ears as the speed of this sword reached its utmost; almost instantly, it struck Zuo Yunfeng.
The sword force swept across like a rainbow, penetrating the heavens and earth. Under Mo Wangchen’s single strike, Zuo Yunfeng died on the spot, his body turning to blood mist and dispersing in the wind.
He was obliterated in body and spirit; Mo Wangchen wielded his Divine Status power, completely exterminating Zuo Yunfeng’s primordial spirit, three souls, and seven spirits, not even granting him the chance to enter reincarnation.
"Gasp!"
Montary silence fell over the scene before a collective sound of gasps arose. Everyone’s expressions were dumbstruck, nearly dazed.
An absolute powerhouse at the Half-Step Heavenly Immortal Realm, the Sect Master of the Purple Fla Sect, died so straightforwardly!
One sword, Mo Wangchen only used one sword, and its terrifying aspect was shocking, nearly irresistible.
"This person..."
"Such terrifying strength!"
In the surrounding void, many Divine Thoughts of powerful figures were concealed; so were renowned Saint Masters, and others awe-inspiring Ancient Kings.
They had been watching since the battle began; though they hadn’t personally arrived, they nonetheless perceived Mo Wangchen’s fearso might.
At this mont, everyone was shocked speechless; the na Mo Venerable had already resounded throughout the Southern Domain, but very few people had truly seen Mo Wangchen making a move, especially at such a level of confrontation.
"Boom!"
The earth shook, rumbling continuously.
Mo Wangchen waved his hand, and instantly, the ground split open with a vast chasm, dark and bottomless.
"May the soul return to heaven, and the bones be buried in the earth..."
He murmured softly, then waved his hand again. Instantly, the Ten Thousand Jin Tripod, floating above, descended into the chasm.
"Boom, boom, boom..."
Under everyone’s gaze, the chasm closed again as if it had never existed.
Mo Wangchen buried all the bodies inside the cauldron beneath this land.
The Ten Thousand Jin Tripod, which had once smitten immortals in ancient tis, was indeed a powerful weapon of destruction, even to him it stirred desire.
However, Mo Wangchen knew he did not belong to this era, and he could not take the cauldron away.
Rather than allowing it to continue existing in the world, it was better to seal it beneath the earth forever.
...
The river of ti flows endlessly.
Since ancient tis, countless heroes have been buried within ages; regardless of how unparalleled and unmatched one might be, in the end, they return to dust, leaving nothing behind.
In the blink of an eye, a hundred years passed.
Mo Wangchen went through his first lifeti, and now Mo Pavilion had long since beco the Sacred Land everyone yearned for in this era.
Supre powers ca seeking Holy Water, and mountain creatures transford into human forms upon undergoing tribulations here.
Since a hundred years ago, after slaying Zuo Yunfeng, no one has seen Mo Wangchen make a move.
Yet the na Mo Venerable spread throughout the world; ten thousand saints ca to pay homage, even an Ancient King visiting could only act courteously, without daring any slight offense.
On this day, Mo Wangchen summoned Jing Yun, Heavenly Sea Saint, Gu Wei, and Yao Yuntian, his four disciples.
The four had beco figures renowned throughout the world, sweeping through this era long before, defeating all peers and monsters alike.
In the realm, among their ranks, no one dared challenge them; all four had reached the True Immortal Realm Peak cultivation and were about to step into the Heavenly Immortal, standing side by side with the heroes of this age.
Their accomplishnts were evident to all, rising in less than a century, and sweeping countless contemporaneous talents.
Mo Wangchen once invited a Saint Master to spar with the four; that battle attracted worldwide attention, with the four combined ultimately drawing with the Saint Master who had stepped into the Heavenly Immortal Realm.
After that battle, everyone was amazed; it was not hard to imagine that these four would one day beco supre beings in this world.
"I will depart far away; you four must take care of yourselves in the future..."
Looking at the four disciples standing before him, Mo Wangchen remained silent for a long ti before finally speaking.
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