In the quiet hall, everyone stared dumbfounded at Mo Cheng, whose neck was easily pinched by the black-robed figure. They involuntarily swallowed a mouthful of saliva. Just a dozen minutes ago, he was still plotting to unify the northeastern provinces of the Jia Ma Empire, but now, his life was in someone else’s hands. This drastic change made everyone in the hall feel an overwhelming sense of unreality.
However, no matter how unreal it felt, the brutal truth before their eyes told them that the once-renowned Elder of the Mo Family, Mo Kezi, was about to become a plaything in someone else’s hands. Hearing the cold voice from under the black robe, everyone in the hall felt a strange, hidden joy. Regardless of anything, if the Mo Family truly lost its pillar, Mo Cheng, then these smaller forces could take the opportunity to break free from the Mo Family’s control. Thus, although there were many allies of the Mo Family in the hall, no one stepped forward to offer support.
“Sir, please show mercy!” Just as the black-robed figure seemed about to crush Mo Cheng with a single palm, a shout suddenly echoed through the hall.
Everyone turned their gazes towards the source of the voice, and they saw Ge Ye standing up, his expression somewhat changing.
Under everyone’s gaze, a bitter smile appeared on Ge Ye’s weathered face. Honestly, after witnessing Mo Cheng’s helpless fate, he didn’t want to be the sacrificial lamb. However, it was well-known that the Yunlan Sect was the backing of the Mo Family. If this mysterious black-robed figure only intended to teach Mo Cheng a lesson, Ge Ye wouldn’t have intervened. But now, it was clear that he intended to kill. At this point, Ge Ye could no longer remain seated. After all, if Mo Cheng were killed in front of him, he would surely be scolded upon returning to the Yunlan Sect.
Ge Ye’s shout did indeed make the black-robed figure pause. The black-robed figure turned his head and glanced indifferently at Ge Ye, while pale white flames continuously flickered on his left hand.
After staring at Ge Ye for a while, the black-robed figure turned back, locking his cold gaze onto Mo Cheng, whose face had turned pale, and said coldly, “Hand over Qing Lin!”
“G-great sir, I really don’t know what you’re talking about,” Mo Cheng stammered, his face contorted with pain under the icy gaze.
The figure in the black robe clearly sighed and shook his head, raising his hand abruptly, enveloped in white flames, and then slashed across Mo Cheng’s right arm from the root.
As the hand passed, the arm fell off. The black-robed figure’s hand moved like a sharp blade, slicing through Mo Cheng’s arm without any resistance. An arm fell from Mo Cheng’s shoulder and landed on the bright red carpet, causing a shocking sight.
There was no blood flowing from the severed arm; instead, a charred mark showed that the intense heat from the black-robed figure’s hand had completely burned the blood vessels.
The sudden pain of the severed arm twisted Mo Cheng’s face into a grotesque, terrifying expression. A high-pitched, agonized scream filled with unrestrained pain echoed from his mouth, sending a chill down the spines of everyone in the hall.
“Too ruthless!” Everyone’s eyes trembled as they looked at the severed arm on the ground. They swallowed hard, their faces turning slightly pale. In just a blink of an eye, this powerful figure who dominated the eastern provinces of the Jia Ma Empire had been reduced to a cripple. The stark contrast made everyone feel as if they were in a dream.
Clutching the stump of his severed arm, Mo Cheng’s body trembled violently. A look of madness and hatred flashed in his eyes, and he roared, “Mo Family members, kill this bastard!”
Hearing Mo Cheng’s roar, the surrounding Mo Family disciples exchanged glances. Despite their fear, they gritted their teeth and, under the influence of Mo Cheng’s former authority, charged at Xiao Yan with murderous intent.
Ignoring the Mo Family disciples rushing toward him, the black-robed figure continued to look indifferently at Mo Cheng. As the Mo Family disciples closed in within five meters, a layer of pale ice mysteriously spread from their feet, encasing them in blocks of ice.
In less than half a minute, the hall was filled with more than a dozen lifelike ice sculptures. The atmosphere became even more silent, and a cold, chilling air filled the room, making everyone hold their breath.
Watching the dozen or so Mo Family disciples turn into ice sculptures without warning, Nalan Yanran and Ge Ye on the high platform gasped in shock. The black-robed figure’s bizarre attack method and ruthless tactics truly shocked them.
After leaving nearly a dozen ice sculptures, the Mo Family disciples hastily retreated, no longer daring to enter Xiao Yan’s range of attack, no matter how much Mo Cheng screamed.
“Will you hand her over, or not?” Ignoring Mo Cheng’s wild shouts, the black-robed figure’s voice remained young and calm, as if the previous carnage was not his doing.
“Who are you?” Mo Cheng, panting heavily, lifted his distorted face and fixed his gaze on the black robe, his voice hoarse.
“You’re wearing out my limited patience!” Mo Cheng’s defiance did not impress the black-robed figure. His low voice carried a hint of impatience and coldness.
Raising his hand again, he formed it into a knife-like shape, tilting it slightly, with white flames dancing along it.
“If you kill me, the little girl will die with me!” Mo Cheng’s pupils constricted as he watched the slowly raising hand, and he finally screamed, “It turns out Qing Lin is still alive!”
The black-robed figure breathed a sigh of relief, murmuring to himself, “Send someone from your Mo Family who can speak. Hand over the little girl, or today, the Mo Family will be bathed in blood!”
Turning to the Mo Family disciples, the black-robed figure spoke softly. Though his tone was calm, the Mo Family disciples, having seen his ruthlessness, did not doubt his words. One of them quickly retreated and disappeared from the hall.
“No use. No one in the Mo Family dares to defy my orders!” Mo Cheng panted, trying to twist free from the hand gripping his neck, to no avail.
“Say another word, and I’ll burn your tongue.” The long, slender hand hovered in front of Mo Cheng, the white flames reflecting a cold light in his eyes, forcing him to swallow his words.
Not long after, a large group of people rushed into the hall, their faces filled with panic. Seeing the bedraggled Mo Cheng, they were stunned. Who would have thought that the usually powerful elder would end up like this?
“Sir, I am Mo Lan, the head of the Mo Family. I don’t know where Great Elder has offended you,” a middle-aged man in lavish attire stepped forward, speaking politely.
“In ten minutes, I want to see the little girl named Qing Lin that your Mo Family has captured. Otherwise, the Mo Family will no longer need to exist.”
The cold voice and the sudden surge of terrifying aura from under the black robe made everyone in the hall tremble in fear. Under the oppressive aura, cracks spread across the floor beneath the black-robed figure’s feet.
“A Battle Emperor expert!” Nalan Yanran and Ge Ye, who had experienced such a powerful aura before, paled and exclaimed.
Their voices, like thunder, struck everyone in the hall. Even the resentful Mo Cheng was stunned. He never imagined the mysterious black-robed figure to be a Battle Emperor expert!
Trembling in terror, Mo Lan’s face turned ashen, and he stuttered, “Little girl? Is it the one the Great Elder brought back? Oh, what trouble has this old fool caused to invite a Battle Emperor expert?”
“Sir, please wait. I will release her immediately.” Under the pressure of a Battle Emperor, Mo Lan made a quick decision. He knew they had no bargaining power.
“Mo Lan, stop! Who gave you permission to release her?” Mo Cheng suddenly raised his head and roared.
“Great Elder, why risk the Mo Family for a little girl?” Mo Lan, blocked by Mo Cheng, frowned and said angrily, apparently unaware of Qing Lin’s Biceps Three Flower Pupil.
“You know nothing! That little girl is…” Mo Cheng snarled, but before he could finish, the black-robed figure turned and kicked him in the stomach with a forceful, sharp sound. Mo Cheng’s words were cut off, and he spat out a mouthful of blood, kneeling and retreating until he hit a thick pillar, dissipating the force.
Seemingly at the limit of his patience with Mo Cheng, the black-robed figure, after the kick, darted like a ghost toward Mo Cheng, his fist glowing with white flames, clearly intending to kill.
“Sir, please spare Mo Cheng for the sake of the Yunlan Sect!” Feeling the killing intent, Ge Ye exclaimed, his face changing drastically.
Ignoring Ge Ye’s plea, the black-robed figure pressed on. Ge Ye, seeing no pause, his face darkened, and he lunged at the black-robed figure.
“Get out of the way!” The black-robed figure, sensing Ge Ye’s charge, barked. His body spun in mid-air, dodging Ge Ye, and their bodies passed each other like shadows.
At the moment of intersection, the black-robed figure’s hand struck Ge Ye’s chest, sending him flying like a kite with a broken string.
In that brief moment, a gust of wind lifted the black-robed figure’s hood, revealing a partially obscured, handsome face, which Ge Ye caught a glimpse of, causing his body to stiffen in shock.
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