Chapter 121: Chapter 119: Seeing Fang Min Again

"Do you know what I’ve sacrificed just to be able to kill you myself?" the black-robed, cloaked figure asked as they walked toward Mo Qi.

The wide robe billowed on its own, revealing two slender, pale arms, completely drained of blood.

As the black-robed, cloaked figure drew closer, a frenzied, savage, and evil aura burst forth.

Black tendrils crawled up their arms like living things, their ends wafting and swaying in the air like smoke.

Their dark fingernails lengthened to nearly half a foot, their surfaces glinting with a metallic sheen.

"I gave up my body, I gave up my soul, I gave up the best years of my life! So... go to hell!"

The black-robed, cloaked figure abruptly accelerated, crossing dozens of feet in an instant to appear before Mo Qi, swinging their arms to claw at his head.

The immense force tore through the air with a piercing shriek.

The shockwave from their rapid movement pulverized the reinforced floorboards, creating a vacuum within a hundred-foot radius.

This display of power alone was something those in the Purity Realm could only look up to; it even touched the threshold of the Vajra Realm.

No wonder Liu Hui’s all-out attack had been stopped with just three of their fingers.

They were simply too powerful!

Far stronger than anyone had imagined!

Until this moment, Mo Qi was still standing there dumbfounded, unmoving, as if he hadn’t been able to react.

The expressions of the Void Sect Elders changed drastically. Right now, they were the last people who wanted to see something happen to Mo Qi.

They all turned to look at the three ancestors, their anxiety palpable.

Only these three could save Mo Qi now.

However, although the three ancestors’ expressions had also turned grim, they showed no intention of intervening.

They also hadn’t expected the black-robed, cloaked figure to be so powerful, but they chose to trust Mo Qi and respect his decision.

Liu Ruyan was so nervous her body began to tremble slightly. She kept muttering, ’Stupid grandpa, bad grandpa, if you don’t show up soon, don’t blame me for breaking the rules.’

Just then, a gentle hand rested on Liu Ruyan’s shoulder.

Liu Ruyan turned her head to see Niu Kexin looking at her with a smile.

"Don’t panic."

"Sister Kexin, aren’t you worried?"

Niu Kexin smiled. "I may not understand the Martial Dao, but I believe in Little Brother Mo. Whatever he does, he must have his reasons."

There was another sentence she kept to herself: ’No matter where Mo Qi goes, I will follow, even if it’s across the veil of life and death.’

Perhaps influenced by Niu Kexin’s smile, Liu Ruyan suddenly felt less nervous.

’That’s right, when has Mo Qi ever let her down?’

Just as the black-robed figure’s claws were a hair’s breadth from Mo Qi, he moved.

Only his right hand moved. With a light flick against the cloaked figure’s wrist, he parried the blow, redirecting the attack away from his body.

The cloaked figure’s fatal claw strike hit empty air. Instead of getting angry, they laughed.

"Heh, clever little deflections? A parlor trick. Let’s see how many times you can deflect when faced with absolute, crushing power!"

The moment the words fell, the black-robed, cloaked figure attacked again.

This time they used both hands and feet, relentlessly aiming for Mo Qi’s eyes, throat, kidneys, and groin. Every move was fatal and utterly vicious.

But no matter how the cloaked figure varied their attacks, Mo Qi stood firm like a century-old pine tree, barely even moving his feet.

With just his two hands, he parried every single one of their attacks.

And each time, he would divert the force of the attack to the side. This left the cloaked figure with the feeling of having immense strength but nowhere to apply it, a frustration so deep they wanted to spit blood.

"You trash! Is clever defense all you know?"

Another killing blow missed, and the black-robed figure retreated to the side, unable to resist taunting him.

Mo Qi shook his head. "Your moves are starting to repeat. It seems this is the limit of your skill."

’My moves are repeating?’ The cloaked figure was startled. They were so focused on killing Mo Qi that they hadn’t even realized it themselves.

Mo Qi paused, then added, "In that case, there’s no need to continue this fight. You can die now."

"Mo Qi, I never realized a useless cook like you had such an arrogant side. You weren’t like this when you were shamelessly delivering Cultivation Elixirs to me."

The cloaked figure’s voice suddenly changed, becoming that of a woman.

Mo Qi froze. He knew that voice all too well!

Fang Min!

The black-robed, cloaked figure was actually Fang Min!

The one who had haunted his dreams for ten years, the one he had loved to the very core of his being.

And now, the one he hated with a heart-wrenching pain, the one he wanted to obliterate into dust.

A huge question surfaced in Mo Qi’s mind. ’How did Fang Min become so strong?!’

"Perfect chance!"

From within the black hood, two points of dim light suddenly flared like flames.

The black patterns on Fang Min’s arms detached, contracting together and being absorbed by the two points of light.

The lights merged, converging into a cloud of black mist that formed a hideous, demonic face and instantly drilled into the space between Mo Qi’s eyebrows.

Instantly, Mo Qi froze in place. His eyes went blank, his head drooped limply, and his body swayed as if about to collapse.

"Damn it! I forgot to warn His Lordship that this rat has a treacherous move that specifically targets the Sea of Consciousness!" Liu Hui slapped his thigh, filled with regret.

When he fought Fang Min, his consciousness had suddenly left his body mid-battle, and he had almost been defeated.

"Relax. That’s Brother Mo. You think he’s like you?" Jin Sanpang said casually with a wave of his hand.

This time, Liu Hui didn’t argue. He nodded in agreement. "That’s true."

The two of them had one hundred percent, unconditional trust in Mo Qi. The kind where if Mo Qi told them to die, they would slit their own throats without a second thought.

"I did it!" Fang Min was overjoyed.

In the distance, the corners of Zhang Shao’s mouth lifted into the smile of a conspirator whose plot had succeeded.

Fang Min’s ability to gain such strength in such a short time was entirely his doing.

It was an evil Secret Technique passed down through the Wolf Fang Sect since ancient times: the greater the price paid, the more power one obtained in return.

Not only that, but he had also helped Fang Min fuse with the soul of a Ghost Demon, allowing her to seize another’s Sea of Consciousness, occupy their mind, and leave them at her mercy.

The three Ni Brothers exchanged a glance. They respected Mo Qi’s choice, but they couldn’t possibly stand by and watch him be killed.

Even if it meant casting aside their pride and reputation, they would do whatever it took to save Mo Qi.

"Die, you trash!" Fang Min slammed her palm toward Mo Qi’s skull.

Her face was filled with a gleeful smile. She had fantasized about this moment countless times. Finally, victory was within her grasp!

Just as Fang Min thought her palm strike would shatter Mo Qi’s head, a powerful hand shot out, moving faster than her own to seize her arm.

"Don’t you think," Mo Qi said, "you’re celebrating a little too early?"

Mo Qi lifted his bowed head, his eyes filled with ridicule.

"Impossible! How could you have woken up from the Ghost Demon’s power!" Fang Min’s face went pale with shock.

Back then, she had used less than ten percent of the Ghost Demon’s power to completely immobilize Liu Hui.

This time, to be safe, she had unleashed all of the Ghost Demon’s power, even sending the entire Ghost Demon into Mo Qi’s Sea of Consciousness.

Even an ordinary Vajra Realm cultivator would have found it difficult to recover from the Ghost Demon’s power.

"You mean this?" Mo Qi raised his hand, in which he was pinching a struggling mass of black mist that had a humanoid, demonic face.

A piercing shriek, filled with terror and despair, emanated from the black mist.