"No way!"
Inside an underground tomb, surrounded by countless ancient murals, Mo Nian stood atop a massive coffin. The passage that could have been seen from the bottom of the coffin had disappeared.
The sturdy stone walls of this large tomb began to soften, sand and gravel leaked out, as if all their strength had been drained, ready to collapse at any moment.
Mo Nian ignored the tomb's collapse and muttered to himself, "This is a spatial passage at the edge of the sky, constructed with the undead energy of the tomb. No wonder it was so easy for me to get in—it seems all the undead energy has been drained."
The passage was shattered, in the middle section. This guy couldn't die, but with the cycle of the Six Paths and the Nine Heavens in rotation, who knows where he'd actually fall? This kid's luck is just too bad. Mo
Nian was speechless. As soon as he saw this guy, he vanished, and even if he wanted to, he couldn't find him.
"Buzz!"
Suddenly, the void trembled, and a figure appeared within the tomb—it was Empuda, his face full of murderous intent.
At this moment, Enpuda's face was twisted with rage, his murderous intent radiating fiercely, as if he could devour Mo Nian without even venting his hatred.
He had been planning this plan for a long time. The owner of this tomb was also one of his enemies. He had used the tomb to devise this flawless plan, but at the most critical moment, it was thwarted by Mo Nian. The anger in his heart was beyond words.
Mo Nian was stared down by Empuda. Only now did he realize that the fat man he had just cursed was actually a Realm King expert. His scalp tingled—it turned out this guy wanted to kill Long Chen.
"Hey, hey, I don't even know that Long Chen. Besides, you're fat, and I'm fat too. All fat people in the world are one family—they shouldn't kill each other. Why make things difficult for Fatty? Don't you agree?" Mo Nian put on a smiling face as if blessed by the Heavenly Official, looking as shameless as it could be.
"The wicked Daoist ruined my great plan back then and nearly killed me. Today, you ruin my plan again. Let Long Chen go. Go die!"
Enpuda was furious, slapping Mo Nian down with a loud bang, and Mo Nian was smashed to dust.
But as soon as the powder appeared, Empuda became even angrier: "Death Substitute Technique?" You've learned that scoundrel's secret move too, but you can't escape it. "
Boom!"
The earth shattered, sending up earth waves stretching for thousands of miles. Empuda's figure emerged from within the earth.
"Smack!"
As soon as Empuda appeared, a shovel struck his face hard. With a loud bang, Empuda's chubby face was deformed and sent flying.
Mo Nian, wielding an iron shovel, had been lying in wait here for a long time. Mo Nian's death substitute technique would teleport his true self at a short distance. Empuda knew this move, knowing he couldn't escape far, and Mo Nian also knew Empuda would pursue him. So, he decided to go all out and waited for a rabbit, slapping Empuda with a shovel.
Originally, with Enpuda's cultivation, Mo Nian couldn't have ambushed him. What a joke—he was the assassin leader, with astonishingly keen senses.
But Empuda was also unlucky. Mo Nian's move was actually a copied copy of Long Chen, modeled after Long Chen's slap technique. His shovel was not a killing move, lacking killing intent, and was quite similar to Long Chen's slap. It was also Mo Nian's most successful research achievement after entering the Immortal Realm.
The shovel hit very solidly but didn't cause much damage, but Empuda felt a burning pain on his face.
Seeing Mo Nian holding an iron shovel in one hand and a recording jade in the other, Empuda's mind buzzed. As an assassin, his composure instantly vanished like a raging wind, rushing toward Mo Nian.
"Hahaha, now I, Mo Nian, am about to become famous. I've smashed a mighty Realm King expert. If we reveal the Recording Jade, I, Mo Nian, will surely become famous throughout the heavens and the earth."
Mo Nian laughed heartily, hoisted up the shovel, and dashed off. The pair of worn-out boots on his feet glowed. With a single step, space trembled, and it was as if he had teleported tens of thousands of miles away.
"Stop right there."
Empuda roared, stepping on the void, vanishing on the spot, reappearing behind Mo Nian. But before he could act, Mo Nian still ran far away. Empuda was a Realm King powerhouse, controlling the law of shrinking the earth to an inch, moving unimaginably fast, yet Mo Nian, wearing a pair of broken boots, remained ahead of him.
"Why stop there?" Are you treating me to a meal? By the way, why does this chubby guy look kind of familiar... and so on... Damn, are you that Empuda from that blood-and-temple shrine? Mo Nian dashed all the way, but turned his head to look at Empuda. Suddenly, his face was filled with shock—he recognized Empda.
Mo Nian had always been conducting underground archaeology and knew little about surface matters. He wanted to make a name for himself in the Immortal Realm, and the Unscrupulous Daoist said that if he followed his instructions, his name would surely soon spread throughout the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths.
And as it turned out, the Wicked Daoist was indeed somewhat lacking in virtue, but that didn't lie to him. After inheriting the mantle of the Wicked Daoist, Mo Nian became a threat to the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths, with everyone calling for him to fight and kill, so naturally, his name was considerable.
Mo Nian was also holding back his strength. In the Mortal Realm, he had been completely defeated by Long Chen. Now that he had entered the Immortal Realm, he swore to gain even greater fame than Long Chen and absolutely not let this guy be suppressed any longer.
Therefore, he specialized in studying various ancient powerful tombs, constantly improving himself. He was now a third-level Divine Lord realm expert, truly diligent.
Unfortunately, inside the spatial passage, he couldn't sense the opponent's cultivation. If he knew Long Chen was only at the Four Extremes and Seventh Heaven, he would surely be overjoyed and overconfident.
Mo Nian looked at Empuda and saw that both of his eyes were blue with anger. This was already giving him a definite answer.
"Waha... I actually slapped the famous Enpuda shovel! Now I, Mo Nian, am really going to be famous everywhere, hahaha..." Mo Nian was both surprised and delighted, almost dancing.
"You little bastard, stop right there... Empuda was furious, but Mo Nian's boots seemed strange, as if they carried spatial laws. As a dignified Realm King, he couldn't catch up.
"You fat bastard, do you understand how to call Master Mo? Believe it or not, I'll smack you again. Mo
Nian was extremely confident in his boots and wasn't afraid of Empuda at all. He had made a big profit today, and as long as he revealed the jade recording of the shovel from Empuda, it would surely cause a huge sensation. This was Mo Nian's greatest pursuit.
"You little bastard, even if you have treasure shoes, let's see how long you can hold out. When your divine source is exhausted, just wait and see if I don't skin you alive, refine your soul, and burn your corpse. "Empuda gritted his teeth and roared angrily.
"Tch, how long can we hold out? Can you believe it could exhaust you, this fat guy, coughing up blood? I entered the Immortal Realm, and I won't say much else, but with this ability to escape, aside from my master, no one has ever admitted to it. Come on, follow Master Mo and see if you run off and get sick. Mo Nian sneered disdainfully.
"Whoosh, whoosh!"
The two figures streaked across the sky like two shooting stars. The fierce winds they unleashed roared away, piercing mountains and severing rivers, startling countless magical beasts into flight, though they were bewildered and unsure what had flown by.