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The disciples freeze as they look up.

Shock spreads across their faces.

Fear follows imdiately after.

Above them, the massive demonic hand descends from the sky, its aura pressing down like a mountain.

No one moves.

No one dares.

Then, from within the Sect Master’s residence, a furious roar erupts.

“You dare!”

A dark green shadow bursts upward.

A hundred-ter-long serpent, its scales gleaming with poisonous light, surges into the sky.

It opens its jaws and charges straight toward the falling hand.

The two forces collide.

For a mont, the world seems to stop.

Then,

An explosion tears through the sky.

Demonic energy and poisonous aura erupt outward in a violent storm.

The shockwave spreads across the sect.

Buildings tremble.

Disciples stagger.

The sea below churns violently.

When the explosion finally subsides, a figure remains in the sky.

A young man.

He floats calmly, surrounded by a dense demonic aura.

His gaze is cold as he looks downward.

Below him, standing on the roof of the Sect Master’s residence, Si Heng raises his head.

Their eyes et.

Recognition flashes instantly.

Si Heng’s expression darkens.

“Mo Li…”

His voice grinds out through clenched teeth.

“You dare co here.”

The young man sneers.

“Why wouldn’t I dare?”

His voice carries easily across the entire sect.

“Today, I will destroy the Si Family.”

A ripple runs through the crowd.

But Mo Li raises a hand slightly, his gaze sweeping across the disciples and the city beyond.

“Everyone, do not be afraid.”

“I have no intention of harming you.”

“My grievance lies only with the Si Family.”

Whispers break out imdiately.

Within the sect.

Within the three rings of Serpent City below.

Voices overlap.

Speculation spreads.

Then, slowly, understanding erges.

Before the Si Family took this island…

This land…

These waters…

All of it belonged to the Demon Shark Clan.

This is not just a conflict between two forces.

It is a matter tied to everyone living here.

If the Demon Shark Clan returns…

What happens to them?

Will they be forced to leave?

The tenSi thickens.

The clans within the city exchange uneasy glances.

They may not have Soul Awakening cultivators.

But they possess treasures.

Treasures capable of injuring one.

Mo Li understands this.

If he is wounded while fighting Si Heng, and the clans intervene…

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His situation will turn dangerous.

He smiles faintly.

“As for your concerns…”

“We, the Demon Shark Clan, have already found a new ho.”

“We will not return here.”

He pauses deliberately.

“If you do not believe …”

“I can swear an oath.”

The mont the words leave his mouth,

Si Heng moves.

Without hesitation.

Without warning.

His poisonous energy explodes outward.

It transforms instantly into thousands of serpents.

They swarm upward, filling the sky as they rush toward Mo Li.

He cannot allow this oath to be spoken.

If Mo Li swears it…

The clans may hesitate.

They may refuse to act.

But if Mo Li is injured before that…

They might seize the opportunity.

Join forces.

Kill him.

Si Heng must strike first.

He launches himself into the air, following behind the tide of poisonous serpents.

Mo Li’s expression turns cold.

Demonic energy surges from his body.

The incoming serpents integrate upon contact.

They scatter like smoke before a storm.

At the sa mont, Si Heng arrives.

His spear thrusts forward.

It twists through the air like a living serpent, its tip aid directly at Mo Li’s chest.

Mo Li raises his hand.

A halberd appears.

Its blade burns with dark demonic flas.

The two weapons clash.

Energy explodes outward once more.

Si Heng’s eyes burn with fury.

“The ancestor should have wiped your clan out completely.”

Mo Li snorts.

“Your ancestor only won because he caught us off guard.”

“Do you think you can do the sa?”

Si Heng roars.

Poisonous mist surges around him, thick and suffocating.

It coils and follows his movents like a living tide.

Without pause, he attacks again.

The sky trembles as the two collide once more.

Si Heng’s spear coils like a living serpent, striking again and again with relentless precision, each thrust carrying dense, poisonous energy that hisses through the air.

Mo Li ets him head-on.

His halberd burns with demonic fla, every swing tearing apart the poison that dares approach him.

Fire and poison clash repeatedly.

Each impact sends ripples across the sky.

The air itself distorts.

Below, disciples can only watch as the heavens seem to split under their battle.

Si Heng moves like a storm of venomous serpents, his attacks endless, suffocating.

Mo Li stands firm within his demonic aura, his flas roaring higher with each exchange, gradually pushing back the poison.

Neither retreats.

Neither yields.

Yet beneath the balance, sothing shifts.

On a quiet side of the mountain peak, far from the chaos yet still beneath its shadow, two old n sit facing each other.

The battle rages above them.

But between them, there is only silence.

Both appear aged.

Wrinkled.

Still.

Yet their eyes burn with hidden vitality.

Their breaths collide invisibly.

The stone ground between them slowly cracks…

Then turns to dust.

The man in black robes bears a golden emblem upon his chest.

The symbol of the Star Singer Tower.

Marcus.

He looks at the man before him.

“Great Elder Bu… what is your decision?”

Bu Jing does not answer imdiately.

His gaze remains fixed on the sky, watching the violent clash above.

Tension flickers across his face.

Then he turns.

“The Bu Family will not betray the Si Family.”

Marcus’s eyes narrow slightly.

“Is that so?”

“Then tell …”

“Are you not already betraying them by sitting here?”

Bu Jing smiles faintly.

“Am I not stopping you from interfering?”

A pause.

Marcus studies him.

Then suddenly, he laughs.

“Yes…”

“You are stopping .”

The air between them grows heavier.

But neither moves.

Above, the battle intensifies.

Mo Li’s eyes sharpen as he studies Si Heng.

He senses it clearly now.

A faint death aura clings to the old man.

Decay.

The end is near.

Mo Li sneers.

“Old man… your death is already upon you.”

“And you still dare fight ?”

Understanding flashes in his eyes.

Si Heng is not at full strength.

Not anymore.

Mo Li attacks fiercely.

Without restraint.

His demonic flas surge wildly, overwhelming the poisonous energy that once matched him.

The balance breaks.

Si Heng is pushed back.

Each clash grows heavier.

More dangerous.

Si Heng feels it.

The weakness.

The approaching end.

But instead of fear,

He laughs inwardly.

“I am going to die anyway…”

“What does it matter if I die a few days earlier?”

His gaze locks onto Mo Li.

Cold.

Resolute.

“If I take you with …”

“I can still laugh in the afterlife.”

His aura erupts.

A domain unfolds.

The Poisonous Serpent Field.

Endless serpents manifest, coiling through the air, saturating everything with lethal venom.

Mo Li responds instantly.

His Demonic Fla Field expands outward, devouring space with burning destruction.

The two fields collide.

Struggle.

Clash violently.

At first, Mo Li holds the advantage.

His flas press forward.

They begin to break through the serpent field.

Si Heng’s domain trembles.

Cracks appear.

Their weapons et again.

Spear against halberd.

Locked together.

They push.

Strain.

Then,

Si Heng roars.

His vitality ignites.

His life force burns.

Everything he has left erupts at once.

In that instant, his power surges back.

Beyond his peak.

Stronger than before.

The tide turns.

His spear drives forward.

The poison overwhelms the flas.

Mo Li’s expression changes.

For the first ti,

He is pushed back.

Si Heng presses forward without pause.

His spear moves like a storm of venom, each strike faster, sharper, heavier than the last.

Mo Li struggles to keep up.

The halberd in his hand trembles under the impact.

Again and again, Si Heng’s spear pierces through his defence.

Cuts open flesh.

Leaves behind trails of poisonous energy.

The venom does not fade.

It seeps into Mo Li’s body.

Weakens him from within.

His movents are slow.

His aura flickers.

The balance is gone.

Now, Si Heng is winning.

The sky roars as their battle continues.

Spear and halberd collide in blinding flashes.

Poison spreads like a living tide.

Demonic flas struggle to hold it back.

Mo Li is forced into retreat.

Each step backward costs him more strength.

His breathing grows heavier.

His thoughts turn cold.

“I didn’t co here to die…”

“I was invited… to gain benefits…”

Not to fall in battle.

His eyes shift.

He begins to retreat deliberately.

Slowly.

Carefully.

“Si Heng… let go.”

No response.

Only another strike.

Sharper than before.

Mo Li grits his teeth.

He cannot escape.

Not like this.

Then,

“Do you want to know…”

“Who invited here to stop Si Ying from breaking through?”

Si Heng’s spear pauses for the briefest mont.

Just a fraction slower.

Mo Li catches it instantly.

“It’s from your own sect.”

“If you die with now…”

“They will attack Si Ying.”

“And stop her breakthrough.”

Si Heng slows further.

The pressure weakens.

Below, every disciple watches in silence.

Breath held.

Hearts tight.

At that mont,

A voice echoes from beyond the island.

“Brother Si!”

“I have co, let us kill the demon!”

A streak of light cuts across the sky.

Gu Tiansu arrives.

His sword burns with poison fire.

Without hesitation, he strikes at Mo Li.

The sudden attack forces Mo Li back.

Their clash explodes outward, pushing the battle away from the island.

Energy storms follow them into the distance.

Then,

In a single instant,

Gu Tiansu turns.

His sword flashes.

It pierces into Si Heng’s body.

A brutal strike.

Blood spills.

Si Heng’s body trembles as he is thrown back.

Gu Tiansu’s voice turns cold.

“Go.”

“Take care of the Sect Master.”

“I will handle him.”

Mo Li does not hesitate.

He nods once.

Then turns into a streak of demonic light, rushing back toward Serpent Island.

Si Heng clutches his abdon.

Blood seeps through his fingers.

His eyes lift slowly.

They lock onto Gu Tiansu.