Chapter 120: Chapter 118: A Life-or-Death Battle

Nothing could describe the current mood of the Void Sect’s many Elders.

These were the three reclusive ancestors who guarded the Secret Realm. Everyone who met them, even Sect Leader Yun Xuzi, had to perform a full kowtow.

And how did Mo Qi address these three legendary figures?

Brother! Second Brother! Third Brother!

’Is this some kind of joke?’

And looking at the three of them, they had clearly appeared with the sole intention of backing Mo Qi.

What on earth did Mo Qi do in the Secret Realm? What had he done to deserve the favor of these three ancestors?

If they knew that all the other experts from the Secret Realm were gathered outside the main hall at this very moment, also here to support Mo Qi, who knows what they would think.

With such powerful backing, it was easy to understand why Mo Qi was being so relentless toward Zhang Shao.

What was baffling, however, was that he didn’t want the three ancestors to intervene. Instead, he wanted to fight the man in the black robe and cloak himself.

Everyone had witnessed the cloaked man’s power. Even Liu Hui, with his Dragon Blood Talent, couldn’t withstand a single blow from him.

Mo Qi hadn’t even condensed his True Essence. Wouldn’t going up there be suicide?

Yun Xuzi looked at the three ancestors, only to find them perfectly at ease, without a hint of worry.

’Could Mo Qi really have the strength to fight the black-robed man?’

’But how is that possible!’

Yun Xuzi clearly remembered that not long ago, during Mo Qi’s fight with Wang Hao on the Gambling Arena, he had only displayed the strength of a second or third-level Refining God Realm cultivator, even though he had managed to kill Wang Hao.

But the man in the black cloak was infinitely close to the Vajra Realm!

The gap between them was nearly two Great Realms.

Less than two months had passed. Even if Mo Qi had been hiding his true talent, it was impossible for his strength to have increased so dramatically in such a short time!

’Or is it that Mo Qi is just trying to show off, relying on the three ancestors to protect him? He knows he won’t be killed even if he loses, right?’

That was the only possibility Yun Xuzi could conceive.

"Mo! Qi!" the man in the black cloak and robe snarled, his voice chilling as he ground out each word through clenched teeth.

It was a tone of ultimate, absolute hatred.

Mo Qi paused for a moment, then asked, "Someone from the Wolf Fang Sect, and you hate me this much... Are you one of Zhang Cheng’s relatives? His brother?"

"KYEHEHEHE~" The man in the black cloak suddenly let out a piercing laugh. "Mo Qi, enough with the nonsense. If you want a fight, let’s fight. But do you dare to make it a battle to the death?"

"No outside help. Before life and death are decided, no one is allowed to interfere. Do you dare?" the cloaked man added, glancing at the Ni Brothers.

"That was my intention exactly!"

Even if the cloaked man hadn’t suggested it, Mo Qi had no intention of letting him live.

This man had clearly come with killing intent, and he had nearly killed Liu Hui earlier.

After everything he had been through, Mo Qi would no longer leave such loose ends, whether for his own sake or for the sake of those he had to protect.

If you were an enemy, then the fight was to the death!

"KYEHEHEHE~ Mo Qi, I’ll give you this, you’ve got guts. Don’t you worry, I’ll make sure you know exactly how you died!" The cloaked man laughed wildly. "Come on! Old grudges and new hatred, let’s settle it all here today!"

"Hold on!" Mo Qi said, raising a hand.

"What, are you scared? Having regrets?" the cloaked man demanded angrily.

Mo Qi shook his head and looked toward Zhang Shao in the distance.

"Sect Leader Zhang, how many Spirit Stones does the Void Sect owe from the previous matches?"

"Four hundred thousand Top-grade Spirit Stones," Zhang Shao said coldly.

"Alright then. I’ll bet you another four hundred thousand! If I lose, not only is my life yours, but I’ll also give you another 400,000 Top-grade Spirit Stones. If I win, the 400,000 the Void Sect owes you is wiped clean. How about it?"

Mo Qi’s reasoning was simple. Although the Void Sect’s previous losses had little to do with him, Zhang Shao’s entire purpose for this trip was Mo Qi himself.

He didn’t want to owe the Void Sect anything, so he wanted to help them win back those 400,000 Top-grade Spirit Stones.

Zhang Shao sneered. "I have no objection. But are you sure you can produce 400,000 Top-grade Spirit Stones?"

He had absolute confidence in the cloaked man; after all, he was the product of Zhang Shao’s own work.

Mo Qi didn’t answer. With a SNAP, he flicked his fingers.

On the other side of the hall, a huge pile of Top-grade Spirit Stones appeared with a CRASH, filling nearly half the palace. There were almost a million of them.

In an instant, a dazzling spiritual light blinded everyone. The dense Spiritual Energy surged upwards, nearly blowing the roof off the palace.

Yun Xuzi and the other high-ranking figures were completely dumbfounded.

A million Spirit Stones, and they were all top-grade!

Even with their status, they had never witnessed such a scene.

The sheer impact of a million Top-grade Spirit Stones piled together made their minds tremble as if they were in a dream.

"Is this enough?" Mo Qi asked with a smile.

Zhang Shao’s fists were now cracking as he desperately suppressed the urge to strike Mo Qi.

How could he not guess that these Top-grade Spirit Stones were the ones Mo Qi had plundered from the Earth-level Spiritual Ore after killing Zhang Cheng?

Using these Spirit Stones to bet against him was a blatant, resounding slap across his face.

"Good, good, very good! Mo Qi, I hope you’re still smiling in a little while!"

With that, Zhang Shao shot a look at the man in the black cloak. "I have given you the chance to take revenge with your own hands. I hope you will not disappoint me."

"Master, rest assured. This disciple’s hatred is no less than yours. Even if you hadn’t said a word, I would tear him to pieces!"

As the battle was about to erupt, the most carefree people in the room were Liu Hui and Jin Sanpang.

Each holding a bowl of broth from their Medicinal Cuisine, they deliberately paraded past the numerous Elders who were still kneeling on the ground, too afraid to stand up.

The aroma of the Medicinal Cuisine made the Elders’ stomachs rumble incessantly, making the scene incredibly awkward.

Finally, the two shameless characters squatted down on either side of Yun Xuzi.

They slurped the soup from their bowls with loud "SLURP SLURP" sounds and even deliberately exhaled, blowing the fragrant steam into Yun Xuzi’s face.

Yun Xuzi was losing his goddamn mind. If the three ancestors weren’t present, he would have suppressed these two nuisances long ago.

"Fatty, how many moves do you think the master needs to kill that shady coward? I bet it’s less than ten," Liu Hui said, holding his bowl and taking a sip of broth with a look of pure satisfaction.

Jin Sanpang, his head buried in his bowl as he licked the last drops of broth from the sides, replied, "Dazed Dragon, you’re wrong. In San Pang’s opinion, Brother Mo won’t even need five moves to finish him."

"You’re the one who’s wrong, Fatty! Your whole family is wrong! Don’t forget who saved you when you were being stomped into the ground!"

"Tch, and I wonder who it was that couldn’t even take a single hit. If Brother Mo hadn’t stepped in, a certain someone would have been done for. For shame, for shame!"

"Are you trying to start something, Fatty? Come on, come on! Let’s go at it if you’ve got the guts!"

"Bring it on! San Pang isn’t afraid of a Dazed Dragon like you!"

Stuck in the middle, Yun Xuzi was miserable. ’Can you two not argue across me? And watch your spit, it’s getting all over my face!’

The most shameful part was that, even knowing it was disgusting spit, Yun Xuzi felt no repulsion. Instead, the aroma of the broth made his mouth water, and he couldn’t help but swallow his own saliva.

At the same time, however, he was also baffled by what Liu Hui and Jin Sanpang were saying.

They weren’t discussing winning or losing, but rather how many moves it would take to kill the man in the black cloak.

Their tone suggested they were absolutely certain Mo Qi would be the victor; the only question was how many moves it would take.

Ten moves? Five moves?

’Are you two serious?’

For the first time, a sense of panic crept into Yun Xuzi’s heart. He suddenly had a premonition that perhaps, from the very beginning, he had overlooked something of critical importance.

Mo Qi hadn’t condensed his True Essence, but... was he really a good-for-nothing?