Mo Qi had just flipped his opponent as if tossing food in a wok.

What immense power that was. After the opponent landed, he lay sprawled on the ground like a pile of sludge, his eyes rolling back as he convulsed ceaselessly.

If anyone were to inspect him, they would discover that the man’s sinews and bones had been mangled together. His joints were completely dislocated and his flesh tenderized. His physical body was ruined, and even his Dantian had mostly collapsed from the continuous vibrations.

This...

The remaining lackeys were all dumbfounded. They hadn’t even processed what had just happened.

They hadn’t sensed any fluctuations of True Essence or Spiritual Power from Mo Qi, only an extremely dangerous aura.

With just a single, casual wave of his hand, their companion at the Refining God Eighth Heaven had collapsed to the ground, paralyzed.

"He’s hiding his strength! Release the Beast Pets! Everyone, attack!"

Light shone from between everyone’s eyebrows as Demon Beasts appeared one after another. All of them were Top-tier First-level Demon Beasts, equivalent to humans at the Refining God Ninth Heaven.

Taming Beast Pets was a mandatory skill for all disciples of the Wolf Fang Sect.

Mo Qi was now facing seven cultivators at the Refining God Ninth Heaven, three at the Refining God Eighth Heaven, and ten Demon Beasts.

"Bring it on!"

A heroic spirit surged within Mo Qi. With a shake of his body, he resembled a barbarian from the desolate wilds. Instead of retreating, he charged forward, crashing straight into the encirclement.

Having reached the Seventh Turn Foundation Establishment of the Nine Transformations into Spirit, Mo Qi himself didn’t know just how powerful his physical body had become.

A leopard-like Demon Beast closest to him bore the brunt of his attack. Mo Qi smashed a fist into its head.

BAM!

The Leopard Demon’s head exploded like a watermelon, splattering red and white matter all over the ground.

The acrid stench of blood filled the air, driving all the Demon Beasts into a frenzy.

"You dare kill my Beast Pet?! You’re courting death!"

The Leopard Demon’s master was a cultivator at the Refining God Ninth Heaven. Witnessing his Beast Pet’s gruesome death, his eyes practically split with rage as he threw all caution to the wind and lunged at Mo Qi.

Deep within the Earth-level Spiritual Ore mine, the Heaven and Earth Spiritual Energy was exceptionally active. The Power of Heaven and Earth they could mobilize was amplified, its might a third stronger than normal.

"Baji Palm!" the Leopard Demon’s master roared, tracing a circle with his hands before thrusting them forward.

A massive, crystalline hand condensed from the Power of Heaven and Earth slapped down toward Mo Qi.

"Excellent!"

Mo Qi let out a long cry. With a shift of his feet, he dodged the continuously pouncing Demon Beasts, then leaped into the air. He threw a punch, colliding with the Spiritual Energy Hand.

BOOM!

The Spiritual Energy Hand shattered instantly. The resulting energy wave shook the cavern passage, causing countless stalactites and Spirit Stones to rain down and throwing the surrounding Spiritual Energy into turmoil.

"How is this possible? Is he even human?"

Everyone’s faces fell in shock as they watched Mo Qi use nothing but his physical body to contend with the Power of Heaven and Earth and effortlessly shatter the Baji Palm.

’Could he be a Purity Realm expert?’

There was no time to think. The battle raged on.

Once he entered a state of combat, Mo Qi was surprised to discover that his speed of absorbing Spiritual Marrow Energy had doubled.

Vortexes of Spiritual Energy clung to his pores, and a mysterious power continuously strengthened his physique, making him feel incredibly comfortable all over.

"ROAR!"

The remaining nine Demon Beasts pounced from all directions, kicking up a foul wind, vowing to fight Mo Qi to the death.

"Kill!"

Mo Qi held back no longer. With Jin Sanpang’s fate unknown, he had no time to waste on this group.

The Fire Stick, forged from Obsidian, appeared in his hand. He began to wield the Basic Staff Technique, forming an impenetrable defense. Though it consisted only of simple moves—lifting, chopping, covering, pressing, sweeping, piercing, thrusting, raising, flicking, and parrying—each strike contained the force to topple mountains and overturn seas.

With a downward chop, he smashed an ape-like Demon Beast charging at him into a paste of flesh and bone. The sound of its skeleton shattering made the hearts of all the Wolf Fang Sect disciples leap in their chests.

He reversed his grip and thrust the staff backward, skewering two Demon Beasts through the chest like fruit on a stick. Then, with a horizontal sweep, he swung the two dying beasts around, knocking all the other pouncing Demon Beasts to the ground.

The continuous sounds of cracking bones and the agonized screams of Demon Beasts mingled together, a chilling symphony.

From the moment Mo Qi took out his staff, in just three moves and less than the time it took to breathe, all nine Demon Beasts had lost their ability to fight.

"These Demon Beasts are of decent quality. Excellent ingredients. I’ll be taking them."

With a single thought, he stored all the Demon Beasts in the space within his Chaos Scripture.

The disciples of the Wolf Fang Sect stared blankly at the scene before them, their charge having unknowingly ground to a halt.

"Where did you send our Beast Pets?"

Mo Qi’s staff was his answer.

After Cui Yu repaid his kindness with malice and Fang Min forced him to leap into the Wailing Abyss, Mo Qi had come to understand a certain truth.

A snake that isn’t beaten to death will bite back. When dealing with enemies, one must never hesitate or show mercy.

Since this group from the Wolf Fang Sect wanted to kill him, they had to be prepared to be killed themselves.

"Die!"

Mo Qi was a tiger among sheep. His Fire Stick stirred the very heavens and earth. Even though he only used the Basic Staff Technique with its simple and direct moves, none of the Wolf Fang Sect members were his match for even a single exchange.

As the saying goes, sufficient strength can break all techniques.

No matter what Martial Techniques they used or how exquisite their coordination was, before Mo Qi, there was nothing that couldn’t be solved with a single swing of his staff.

And if there was, it would just take two.

It was a completely unreasonable, overwhelming display of pure power.

In terms of speed and reflexes, Mo Qi left them leagues behind.

In terms of Spiritual Power, even a combined attack from all nine couldn’t budge him in the slightest.

Soon, six of the nine were dead beneath Mo Qi’s staff. The remaining three were also heavily injured, collapsed on the ground, and had lost all ability to resist.

"Wait, we surrender!"

The three survivors had looks of terror on their faces. They continuously scrambled backward, trying to put as much distance as possible between themselves and Mo Qi.

He was simply too terrifying. They had never encountered such a freakish opponent.

"Surrender? Sorry, I don’t accept," Mo Qi said, his voice cold.

If their positions had been reversed, if Mo Qi hadn’t possessed the strength to protect himself, he would have already become another restless spirit at the hands of these Wolf Fang Sect disciples.

Cutting the weeds without removing the roots only ensures they will grow again in the spring, leaving endless trouble in their wake.

’I don’t consider myself a bloodthirsty person, but I’m not willing to gamble with my own life, either.’

"If you kill us, Zhang Cheng won’t let you off! The Wolf Fang Sect won’t let you off either!"

Seeing that Mo Qi was dead set on not letting them go, the three made one last, desperate threat.

The Fire Stick fell, and three heads exploded.

This very scene met the eyes of Zhang Cheng, who had just finished setting up an Array and was walking out from within it.

"You’re courting death!"

Looking at the corpses littering the ground, Zhang Cheng flew into a rage.

From the very beginning, he had never taken Mo Qi seriously. After all, Mo Qi had only revealed a Refining Essence Cultivation.

For him, killing Jin Sanpang was the real objective. Eliminating Mo Qi was supposed to be a trivial matter dealt with along the way.

But he never expected this to be the final outcome.

Eleven of his fellow sect members, all at the Refining God Seventh Heaven or higher, had actually been defeated by a single Refining Essence Cultivator.

And every single one of them had died a gruesome death.

He knew full well that these followers, in terms of both talent and strength, were all considered top-tier among the younger generation of Wolf Fang Sect disciples.

More importantly, these men were his trusted confidants, his right and left hands who would help him control the Wolf Fang Sect and conquer the world in the future.

But now, both his right and left hands had been severed by Mo Qi.

How could Zhang Cheng possibly endure this?

In a fit of supreme rage, he attacked, thrusting a finger toward Mo Qi.