The battle erupted in an instant.
The Mo Wu Chaos Serpents numbered only thirty-two, with a mere fifteen at the Divine Emperor Perfection level, while the rest were at the late-stage Divine Emperor realm. Dongbo Xueying and his group boasted a full forty-seven Divine Emperor Perfection combatants and two late-stage Divine Emperor fighters, with Xie Fan and Youya Daoist being among the top-tier experts of Chiyun City. Their coordination as cultivators was impeccable.
Yet…
The battlefield situation only gave them a slight upper hand.
“Brother Feixue, we’re here to help you.”
“Don’t worry, we’ve got your back.”
Xie Fan and his sixteen companions still encircled Dongbo Xueying, engaging the Mo Wu Chaos Serpents while deliberately allowing the serpents to press him, offering no assistance whatsoever.
One Divine Emperor Perfection-level Mo Wu Chaos Serpent locked onto Dongbo Xueying.
“So this is the Mo Wu Chaos Serpent? Truly extraordinary.” Instead of anger, Dongbo Xueying felt exhilaration.
He had ventured out precisely to temper himself!
“Whoosh—”
The serpent’s body, ethereal and translucent, effortlessly coiled around Dongbo Xueying.
Its illusory form made physical contact impossible, as if it didn’t exist. Yet once wrapped around him, Dongbo Xueying felt the oppressive force of the surrounding world intensify, reducing his strength by nearly half.
“Hiss~~~ Cultivator, die.” The Mo Wu Chaos Serpent had two heads—one resembling solid rock, crashing toward him with terrifying force, while the other shimmered with dark light, moving so swiftly it left afterimages. Each time it opened its maw, Dongbo Xueying had to frantically parry with his spear, not daring to let it land a single bite.
The serpent’s two heads were a deadly duo: one indestructible and mountain-heavy, the other ghostly and venomous. A single bite from the latter could cripple even a Divine Emperor Perfection cultivator, and a few more would spell certain death.
This Mo Wu Chaos Serpent…
Its body was intangible, impossible to harm.
Of its two heads, the “stone head” was impervious—no one had ever shattered a Divine Emperor Perfection-level serpent’s stone head. The only hope lay in the “venom head,” which housed the serpent’s life core. Destroying it meant the serpent’s demise.
Bound by the illusory coils, his strength halved, Dongbo Xueying could barely fend off the relentless assaults of the two heads, barely holding his ground.
“Just one Mo Wu Chaos Serpent, and I’m already struggling. Thank the heavens my spearplay is solid enough to barely defend.” He dared not lower his guard, unleashing every ounce of his spear techniques.
As for killing it?
That thought never crossed his mind.
Even Xie Fan, the strongest attacker among their fifty-one cultivators, could only solo-kill a Divine Emperor Perfection-level Chaos Serpent if its defenses were weak. Against a Mo Wu Chaos Serpent of this caliber, teamwork was mandatory.
—
Meanwhile, Youya Daoist and eleven others were jointly besieging another Mo Wu Chaos Serpent, while the rest of their team held off the others to create an optimal environment.
Twelve against one.
Youya Daoist’s black-and-white domain pressed down on the serpent as the others unleashed their full might.
“Boom!”
A thunderous sword strike descended.
“Roar—” A colossal spectral head materialized, unleashing a sonic wave that battered the serpent.
Attack after attack rained down.
The besieged serpent writhed, its illusory body absorbing and dampening the blows. Its stone head swelled, swallowing its own venom head whole—forming a loop.
“Kill!”
Youya Daoist and his allies could only direct their attacks at the stone head, hoping the residual force would reach the hidden venom head.
Despite meticulous planning, the execution proved far thornier.
“It’s too resilient.”
“Its Chaos Body disperses most of our attacks.”
“And that damn stone head shields the venom one.”
Still, they sensed their strikes were chipping away at the venom head. The serpent’s worsening injuries fueled their persistence.
“Youya, the nearest wave of sixty-nine Mo Wu Chaos Serpents is closing in. We won’t finish this one before they arrive.”
“Youya, maybe ask Xie Fan for help?”
Youya Daoist gritted his teeth at his comrades’ mental messages.
If those sixty-nine serpents joined, their numbers would swell to 101! Their team might hold, but they’d be at a severe disadvantage. And that was just the first wave—more were coming.
“Xie Fan,” Youya Daoist transmitted.
“Oh? Can’t handle it and need me now?” Xie Fan’s mocking reply came.
“Name your terms,” Youya said stiffly.
“You’ve been meddling, helping that Feixue all along,” Xie Fan sneered.
“I’ll stop aiding him,” Youya offered. This serpent was crucial to his cultivation—he had to secure it.
“With no major threats on the return trip, he’d survive even without your help. You withdrawing just means one less ally for him. That’s not worth my effort,” Xie Fan retorted.
“Just state your price,” Youya pressed.
“Two Divine Emperor Perfection-level Chaos Serpents,” Xie Fan demanded.
“You—!” Youya seethed. “One million units of provisions. My absolute limit.”
His reserves were meager.
He only had three such serpents. If this hunt succeeded, he’d need to distribute all three to compensate his fifty teammates—since one Mo Wu Chaos Serpent equaled three regular ones of the same tier.
“One million? You insult me,” Xie Fan scoffed.
“One serpent. I’ll owe you the second,” Youya bargained.
“One? And on credit? Keep struggling, then.” Xie Fan cut off, disgusted by both Youya’s prior interference and his paltry offer.
—
Furious but helpless, Youya and his team redoubled their assault on the serpent, which now screamed for aid.
“Help me!”
“Assist me!”
Nearby serpents swarmed toward them, even the one battling Dongbo Xueying abandoning him to join the fray.
“Hold them off!”
“Xie Fan, don’t you dare stand aside!”
Youya’s group panicked. Dongbo Xueying and the unaffiliated cultivators rushed to intercept, while Xie Fan’s sixteen smirked but grudgingly engaged.
Their efforts were half-hearted.
“Youya, that sixty-nine-strong wave is almost here. Help me now.”
“Let them come. My price stands: two serpents.” Xie Fan chuckled, relishing the impending chaos. Even with 101 serpents, he was confident in his survival. But that “Feixue Emperor”? He’d likely perish.
And his treasures would be theirs.
Though team rules divided spoils, Xie Fan’s faction of sixteen could claim nearly half based on contributions.
“Come, come,” Xie Fan mused eagerly.
Then—
“Slay these cultivators!”
“Annihilate them!”
A thunderous roar heralded the arrival of sixty-nine Mo Wu Chaos Serpents, their aura shaking the heavens.
Their entrance tipped the scales instantly.
Xie Fan’s sixteen now fought defensively—still encircling Dongbo Xueying, still offering zero aid.
“He’s done for.”
“That Feixue is dead meat.” The unaffiliated cultivators kept their distance, too weak to intervene without risking their lives.
“Feixue, I can’t help you anymore. Survive on your own.” Youya’s transmission was grim.
He had bigger problems.
The serpent they were hunting kept shrieking for help, drawing over half the serpents onto his squad. Youya’s black-and-white ribbons strained to bind the onslaught, buying time to finish their target.
“No allies.”
“Isolated.”
“Kill him first.”
The highly intelligent serpents noticed Dongbo Xueying’s predicament. Three Divine Emperor Perfection-level ones broke off to assault him.
They cared not for cultivator infighting—only for blood.
Just as cultivators hungered for Chaos Serpent flesh, the serpents craved cultivator deaths.
“Boom! Boom! Boom!”
Already struggling against one serpent, Dongbo Xueying now faced three. In moments, he was pushed to the brink.
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