Chapter 78

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Boom! Boom! Boom!

The sharp sword beam, imbued with a trace of the essence of the Way of Wind, collided with the myriad blade beams of a pale blue crescent moon, causing a thunderous explosion. The violent energy waves tore through the ground, creating massive, shocking fissures. The thick black mist within a hundred feet was swept away, and the view became clear.

"Actually, it's sword intent! I didn't expect that at your young age, you could reach such a realm in martial arts. It's really annoying!" Mo Jiao Wang retreated three steps, glanced at Chen Xi in surprise, and then his aura surged, his face turning fierce. "Unfortunately, your cultivation is too weak. How can such power possibly hurt me?"

"Kui Water Extreme Light Slash!" Mo Jiao Wang suddenly roared, and the huge pale blue crescent moon saber in his hand transformed into a blade beam several dozen feet long, sweeping toward Chen Xi in the distance.

"His martial arts cultivation has only reached the realm of Unity with Heaven and Earth, yet he can block my Hurricane Shatter Sky. Clearly, his true essence cultivation has reached an extremely terrifying level. I can't afford to clash with him head-on."

Chen Xi's eyes narrowed, and he used the Divine Wind Feather Escape technique, leaping continuously to dodge Mo Jiao Wang's fierce attack. His body moved like a fleeting light, dodging and weaving around, and the Metal Sword Bamboo in his hand darted like a swift shadow, aiming for Mo Jiao Wang's vital points.

He only entangled but did not attack!

Mo Jiao Wang's true essence was too profound, and his true form was a rare dragon. His true essence was at least at the level of the Eighth Star of the Purple Mansion. In this situation, clashing head-on would be the most foolish move.

Ding! Ding! Ding...

Mo Jiao Wang wielded the Kui Water Extreme Light Saber, the broad pale blue blade blocking all attacks. His speed was inferior to Chen Xi's, and his saber techniques were not as fast as Chen Xi's sword techniques, but relying on his formidable strength, he easily deflected the attacks from all directions, looking extremely relaxed.

"It's useless. My Mo Jiao clan has extremely strong defenses. Your attacks, though containing sword intent, can only tickle me at most."

Mo Jiao Wang laughed disdainfully. "Moreover, what you're doing is extremely draining of true essence. The longer it goes on, the more disadvantageous it is for you. Instead of struggling, why not let me cut off your head with one slash? Wouldn't that be better?"

Chen Xi remained silent, only increasing the speed of his Metal Sword Bamboo attacks and his body's movements, like a moth drawn to a flame, stubborn and determined.

"Such a stubborn little guy, hahaha."

Mo Jiao Wang laughed more wildly, seemingly convinced that Chen Xi was out of tricks and fighting a losing battle.

Swish! Swish!

Chen Xi ignored him, using the Divine Wind Feather Escape technique, moving like a ghost, and forming an arc to attack Mo Jiao Wang again.

They had already clashed multiple times, roughly understanding each other's strength. Chen Xi's sword and body techniques were extremely fast, but his cultivation was completely suppressed by Mo Jiao Wang, leading to a stalemate.

"It's useless, stop struggling. What's the point... Ah! Big Brother, how did you come here?"

Mo Jiao Wang was laughing wildly when he suddenly saw a middle-aged man in a black robe with fiery green eyes, who was none other than Kunpeng Wang Zhan Feng.

However, what puzzled Mo Jiao Wang was that Kunpeng Wang's expression was indifferent, as if he didn't see him, and he remained silent.

What's going on?

Swish!

A cold and fierce sword beam suddenly appeared in his pupils, growing larger, and the intense killing intent it carried completely woke up Mo Jiao Wang.

Not good! I fell for this guy's illusion!

In a life-and-death battle, a moment of distraction could decide the outcome. When Mo Jiao Wang realized the danger, Chen Xi's Metal Sword Bamboo was already rushing toward him at lightning speed.

Crack!

Bones snapped, and an arm, splattered with blood, fell several feet away.

Chen Xi saw this and inwardly regretted it.

He had deliberately only entangled and not attacked, feigning weakness to make Mo Jiao Wang lower his guard. Then, using the soul attack technique 'Illusion Soul,' he created a small gap in Mo Jiao Wang's mind, allowing him to seize the opportunity to kill him.

However, what Chen Xi didn't expect was that Mo Jiao Wang's reaction was extremely fast. As soon as the Illusion Soul technique was used, he sensed it, and Chen Xi's decisive strike only severed one of his arms.

Even so, this was enough to significantly weaken Mo Jiao Wang's strength. Since he was not a divine or demon body cultivator, he could not regenerate his arm. Unless he found some supreme medicines that could revive the dead, he would never grow another arm in his life.

"Soul attack technique! I didn't expect that at your young age, you would know so many secret techniques!" Mo Jiao Wang stopped the bleeding from his severed arm, his face pale with resentment and ferocity. "I'll let you off for now..."

As he spoke, he grabbed the severed arm and turned to run toward the gray mist in the distance.

Soul attack techniques were mysterious and powerful, extremely rare and precious. Only ancient and powerful sects or clans could possess them.

Losing an arm had already reduced Mo Jiao Wang's strength by nearly half. Now, fearing another soul attack from Chen Xi, he had no choice but to flee.

"Want to run? Stay here!"

Seeing Mo Jiao Wang about to escape, Chen Xi's right hand lifted the Purple Copper Mystic Peak, which spun and flew into the air.

Buzz!

A purple light instantly enveloped a hundred feet. Mo Jiao Wang, caught in it, slowed down, his speed clearly reduced.

Gravity field!

The most miraculous aspect of the Purple Copper Mystic Peak was its ability to create a gravity field using its purple煞magnetic force. Under the influence of the purple煞magnetic force, it felt like carrying a heavy mountain, being stuck in quicksand. Moving fast would be a miracle.

"Purple Copper Mystic Peak!" Mo Jiao Wang cried out in shock. "Damn, how did this treasure end up in your hands?"

Whoosh!

Chen Xi avoided answering, and a Dark Netherworld Flying Sword shot out, like a bolt of lightning, instantly reaching Mo Jiao Wang. A flash of cold light, and before he could even scream, his head was cleanly severed, blood spurting from his neck, and his body collapsing to the ground.

"Such a powerful Illusion Soul technique. If paired with the Conceal Breath and Traceless Technique, it would be the ultimate tool for assassination!" Chen Xi retracted the Purple Copper Mystic Peak, looking at the mangled remains of Mo Jiao Wang, inwardly marveling.

Without further ado, Chen Xi began collecting the spoils. A Kui Water Extreme Light Saber, a high-grade yellow-tier weapon; a white jade-like horn, which could detoxify and was excellent for refining magical treasures, making it very valuable.

There was also a storage bracelet.

Inside the storage bracelet were various spiritual woods and minerals, as well as three weapons radiating spiritual energy. What surprised Chen Xi was that he recognized all three!

Duanmu Ze's Seven Stars Flowing Rainbow Sword, Du Qingxi's Green Lotus Taiyi Saber, and Song Lin's Heavenly Net Hook, all high-grade yellow-tier magical treasures.

"It seems they were indeed captured by Kunpeng Wang. I need to rescue them quickly. According to what Mo Jiao Wang said, Kunpeng Wang and Qing Python Wang are refining elixirs. I can't afford to delay."

Chen Xi thought for a moment, quickly collecting everything. His gaze inadvertently fell on a token in the pool of blood and flesh. It was neither iron nor jade, and when he held it, he saw intricate cloud patterns and swirling mist, exuding a mysterious aura.

"Hmm? This seems to be... the array token for this array!"

Chen Xi was delighted. He had been wondering how to leave the Thousand Illusions Maze Array, and now, it seemed, help had arrived. With this array token, he could move freely within the array.

"It seems this great array is not under Mo Jiao Wang's control. Fortunately, if he had activated it fully, I would have been overwhelmed long ago..."

As he thought, Chen Xi infused a thread of true essence into the array token and stepped forward, exiting the array. He found himself on the waist of Xiaoyue Ridge, surrounded by towering green mountains and lush vegetation.

"Bad, that human youth has come out!"

"Quick, report to the king!"

A group of demons patrolling in the distance saw Chen Xi emerge from the array, paused in surprise, and then, remembering something, their faces changed, and they shouted as they ran away.

Chen Xi leaped, grabbed a small demon with a sneaky look, and gripped its throat, coldly demanding, "Where are the human cultivators imprisoned? Speak, or I'll kill you now!"

"In... in... inside the mountain." The small demon's face turned pale, trembling, and his speech became stammering.

Bang!

Chen Xi knocked the demon unconscious, looked up at the mountain peak, and then used the Divine Wind Feather Escape technique, disappearing like a wisp of smoke.

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Inside a dark and sinister chamber in the mountain's belly, emerald flames roared and spewed. Above the huge cauldron, the nine light spheres condensed from hundreds of heavenly materials had shrunk to the size of a baby's fist, crystal clear and transparent, emitting a heart-stirring fragrance.

"Where is that Mo Jiao guy? Forget it, refining the elixir is more important. Qing Python, the task of extracting blood and souls is yours," Kunpeng Wang, in a wide black robe, his voice shrill, scolded and then instructed.

"Big Brother, wait a moment, I'll be back soon." Qing Python Wang bowed and rose, his steps winding and swift, disappearing from the stone room in an instant.

"Hmm, I remember there were two extremely beautiful female cultivators among those humans. Should I do something about it?" Walking through the dark and eerie mountain belly passage, Qing Python Wang's hands behind his back, a sinister smile appeared on his clean-shaven face.

A moment later.

Qing Python Wang arrived at a sinister stone room in the mountain's belly. Thick iron pillars were scattered throughout the room, and several men and women were bound to eight of them.

They were unharmed but looked pale and listless, their eyes dull, like soulless puppets.

If Chen Xi were here, he would recognize that among the eight were Du Qingxi, Duanmu Ze, and Song Lin!

"Human fellow cultivators, we meet again."

Qing Python Wang walked in with his hands behind his back, smiling and glancing at the eight bound to the iron pillars, especially at Du Qingxi, his eyes revealing unbridled greed and lust.