"Rumble...
When that figure descended behind Yin Changsheng, divine radiance surged. At that moment, Yin Changsheng's bloodline flowed, and even his breath could influence the roar of the Heavenly Dao.
"Buzz!"
Yin Changsheng's spear surged forward, sealing heaven and earth, covering heaven and earth, piercing through the air, heading straight for Mo Nian's thrust.
"Whoa, what is that thing?" Is it the Hall Master of your Saint Pill Hall? Seeing
that figure, Mo Nian shouted loudly. As the spear descended, his figure flickered, and the spear grazed past the edge, but he actually dodged it.
"What?"
Countless people were shocked. Yin Changsheng's spear had locked onto heaven and earth, and even outsiders felt the terrifying locking. Yet Mo Nian dodged so easily, completely unaffected by him.
Yin Changsheng roared in anger, stabbing several times, but every strike missed. Mo Nian was as cunning as a swimming fish—even though he locked onto it, he always managed to dodge. This was completely against the laws of the cultivation world, and Yin Changsheng was about to explode with anger.
"Hey, hey, hey, I'm asking you. Is that guy the Hall Master of your Sacred Pill Hall? Don't act like your own father is dead. Say something! Mo Nian dodged while asking, his tone just like chatting with a friend.
"Say you @#¥..."
Yin Changsheng cursed loudly. He had never cursed anyone in his life, but he broke his rule with Mo Nian.
He always thought that insulting someone was a sign of incompetence, a humble cry from the weak, but today, he realized that only insulting could hurt the other person.
"Damn, your mouth smells so bad?" Did your parents feed you a handful of crap and pee to raise you? Mo Nian was scolded and said disdainfully.
"If you've got guts, then fight me openly and fight." Yin Changsheng roared angrily.
"Fool, you'll never know how powerful your Mo Ye is. Haven't you heard of it?"
Mo Nian suddenly slapped his forehead, looking frustrated. While dodging Yin Changsheng's attack, he said, "
I forgot something important today. Slow down your attack first. Ahem, elders and villagers, young and old, step back. I'm about to start showing off. Please listen to me recite a poem."
Before Wuliang Mountain, Wuliang Palace, outside Wuliang Gate, countless pines, the prodigy chases dreams but finds no path, once Mo Nian encounters them, it becomes empty. "
Yin Ni@#¥..."
Yin Changsheng's face turned purple with rage. Mo Nian kept dodging like a wisp of smoke. He possessed all the strength but couldn't hit him.
And Mo Nian treated him like a monkey, even reciting poetry in public. This feeling made him even angrier than Mo Nian slapping him with an iron shovel.
Yin Changsheng cursed loudly. Mo Nian's ancestors for eighteen generations were not spared; on the battlefield, there are endless strong fighters, and everyone was dumbfounded.
They had seen shrews curse in the streets many times, but in their lives, they had never seen a prodigy so powerful and terrifying as a shrew curse people madly.
Gunfire roared, curses raged, and almost the whole world was covered by Yin Changsheng's voice. With every move Yin Changsheng made, he cursed, seemingly adapting to the rhythm—the more he cursed, the sharper his attacks became.
In the distance, countless prodigies dressed in the Sacred Pill Hall robes were stunned. Yin Changsheng, a god-like figure in their hearts, actually cursed people. Each of them wore strange expressions, their eyes full of disbelief.
However, without Yin Changsheng's orders, none of them dared to act rashly and could only stand at a distance watching the battle.
In the distance, not only were there the experts of the Sacred Pill Hall, but also countless powerful figures from the demon clan, blood clan, beast clan, giant, underworld clan, and many other races.
The crowd stretched to the horizon, and the commotion here attracted countless powerful figures. However, these experts all belonged to their own clans and had been watching from afar, not setting foot in the core area of the battlefield.
The creatures in the core area of the battlefield were all scattered cultivators or smaller tribes. They were nothing more than a rabble, and the truly terrifying beings were watching from afar.
While Mo Nian and Yin Changsheng were locked in battle, Meng Qi, Bai Shishi, Dan Xianzi, Bai Xiaole, and Guo Ran were already locked in fierce combat with the Ghost-Eyed Giant, Weng Tianyao, and the mysterious beast cultivator. Together, they blocked them from the perimeter.
Yue Zifeng and the Nine Nether Rakshasa were locked in a fierce battle, their sword energies rending wildly, tearing heaven and earth. On their battlefield, no one dared approach.
Meanwhile, on the Dragonblood Legion's side, countless rogue cultivators were also desperately attacking. The treasures drove people mad, and those who were insane were the most terrifying. They fearlessly fought to tear apart the Dragonblood Legion's formation, believing that by splitting a gap, they had a chance to obtain the dragon scales.
But what they didn't expect was that even if they broke through the Dragonblood Legion's blockade, once the seal was broken, countless powerful spectators would suddenly flood in, flooding them with the crowd, leaving them with no chance.
However, when a person goes mad, there is no such thing as reason; their mind is filled only with treasures, nothing else.
More and more powerful figures gathered around them, and more and more powerful individuals exuding terrifying auras arrived. They were all giants of their own regions, leaders of various clans.
When they arrived, they did not immediately engage in battle, but instead watched coldly, assessed the battlefield situation, took advantageous positions, and then waited quietly.
"This is bad. There are more and more people here and there, sealing off this whole world. There's nowhere to hide, nowhere to run!" Bai Xiaole stood atop the head of the Purple-Eyed Nine-Tailed Demon Fox, gazing at the endless sea of people in the distance, feeling his scalp tingle.
"Useless kid, why are you hiding and running away? Now it's scary—how can you go out and make a living? The Purple-Eyed Nine-Tailed Demon Fox roared angrily, clearly dissatisfied with this contract partner.
"The key is, there are too many enemies. We can fight a hundred and a thousand at once, but with so many people in front of us, we'll probably have to take on a hundred million at once." Bai Xiaole called out, a bit defiant.
There were too many enemies, so many that it was terrifying. Moreover, the strong figures here were all powerful prodigies, staring at Long Chen like hungry wolves, treating him as prey. Bai Xiaole had never experienced such a terrifying situation before, so naturally, he was somewhat panicked.
"Idiot, no matter how many ants there are, can they really bite an elephant to death? Shut up, don't say a word, it's too embarrassing. "The purple-eyed nine-tailed demon fox said.
"But I'm a little scared." Bai Xiaole said, his voice trembling slightly.
"You..."
The Purple-Eyed Nine-Tailed Demon Fox was so angry she wanted to hit him, but in the end, she held back her anger and said, "Don't worry, as long as I'm here, you definitely won't die. Focus on the fight, concentrate your soul power, and work together to build good coordination. At critical moments, I need your power to unleash my ultimate move." "
Alright."
Hearing the Purple-Eyed Nine-Tailed Demon Fox say this, Bai Xiaole immediately perked up, no longer afraid, and focused on coordinating with the Purple-Eyed Nine-Tailed Demon Fox.
"Boom boom boom boom!"
Suddenly, four explosions erupted simultaneously from the east, south, west, and north. Four earth-shattering auras surged forth, causing the strong warriors present to shudder and look in four directions.
"A Divine Venerable expert fused with Supreme Blood and Supreme Bone?"
When they saw the four figures, countless people cried out in shock.