Chapter 1178 - 1179: Defeat

Chapter 1178: Chapter 1179: Defeat

Ye Mo took a deep breath, clenched his hands slightly, and felt the power surging within. Ye Mo knew that his strength was too formidable, causing the energy in his body to feel like it was about to rampage out.

Ye Mo lowered his head, looked at Fu Si expressionlessly, and said coldly, "Sorry to disappoint you, but the Fu Sect is still perfectly fine!"

While speaking, Ye Mo also descended directly, landing in front of Fu Si.

"What do you want to do?"

At this moment, Fu Si’s face was full of terror. Gone was the arrogance from before, replaced entirely by fear.

"Ye Mo, now that you’ve become the Rune Convention champion, you’ll surely be taken as the closed-door disciple by the teacher. On behalf of the teacher, kill this traitor of the Fu Sect."

Yao Xuanzi said flatly.

"No, don’t kill me. I still want to become the greatest charm master on the Lingwu Continent. I don’t want to die yet."

Fu Si’s body kept retreating, trembling uncontrollably.

Now, Ye Mo’s aura was overwhelmingly strong. A slight eruption could induce fear in others.

"Self-inflicted sin, one can’t live!"

Ye Mo said coldly. With a large hand, he grasped the void, and Fu Si’s body floated mid-air, unable to move.

Then, a gigantic dragon claw, three people tall, appeared in front of Fu Si, suddenly grabbing at him.

"No!"

Seeing Ye Mo’s deadly intent, Fu Si struggled fiercely, surprisingly breaking free from Ye Mo’s spatial binding. But Ye Mo’s dragon claw descended, grabbing Fu Si’s arm.

Crack!

With a miserable scream, Fu Si fell heavily to the ground.

Ye Mo struck again, the terrifying force pressing down on Fu Si’s body, creating a large palm-shaped crater on the ground. Fu Si’s body was battered, covered in injuries, looking miserable.

"Hurt my disciple, I’ll kill you!"

Just as Ye Mo shifted his gaze from Fu Si, a cold hum full of unparalleled might descended from the sky, directly attacking Ye Mo.

In an instant, Ye Mo felt as if facing a great enemy. Even after awakening twenty million Tomb Dragon Power, he still felt incredibly small in front of this aura.

"Protect Ye Mo!"

Yao Xuanzi shouted, shooting several seal papers from his hands towards Ye Mo’s head, forming a series of indestructible shields. But against that pressure, the shields began cracking.

Crack! Crack!

Finally, those shields shattered entirely, and Ye Mo was forced to one knee by the opponent’s pressure.

If not for those shields, Ye Mo could not have resisted.

Then, Fu Rong appeared in mid-air, blood stains at the corners of her mouth, with a much weaker aura than her peak, yet still unmatched by the elders of the Fu Sect.

Fu Chen fell from the void, crashing to the ground, spitting out blood.

"Teacher!"

Seeing this scene, all the elders and disciples’ pupils contracted. The faith of the Fu Sect and the continent’s premier charm master had ultimately fallen.

"Cover Ye Mo’s escape. As long as Ye Mo lives, the Fu Sect has hope. You must do everything to help him."

Fu Chen spoke, vomiting blood as he did so.

"Haha, Fu Chen, do you think your useless disciples can escape from me?"

Fu Rong descended slowly from the sky, her aura still overwhelming, speaking to Ye Mo: "If you want to live, kneel and beg for mercy, crawl like an ant before me."

"Impossible!"

Just after Ye Mo said this, he felt his blood boiling, his organs buzzing.

An ordinary Martial Artist would have died under such pressure without any ability to resist.

"Seizing the championship from me was indeed impressive."

Fu Rong looked at Ye Mo and said blandly, "Originally, with your talents, all forces would vie for you. I’m also someone who appreciates talent. But you’re of the Lingwu Continent, and at just 20 years old, if you cultivate for another 20 years, even the young powerhouses of the Wraith Land won’t match you. So today, you must die."

"Fu Rong, you might kill me or all of Fu Sect, but I have one thing to say."

Ye Mo said calmly.

"Oh? Do you wish to plead for mercy?"

Fu Rong replied mockingly.

"What do you think is the most important thing in life?"

Ye Mo asked.

"The most important thing?"

Fu Rong seemed to ponder, then laughed: "Of course, power, the strength that dominates all."

"But I don’t think so. Power is merely for self-protection, protecting family and loved ones. I cultivated to such strength to earn others’ recognition, to protect my loved ones. The world’s strongest power isn’t aggression or destruction; it’s protection."

Ye Mo said calmly: "Even if you kill everyone in the Ancient Buddha Clan, what will it achieve?"

"Ye Mo, I’ve lived this long and won’t buy into that. You’re young. When you reach my age, you’ll understand. When you have supreme power, you’ll desire to rule."

Fu Rong said lightly: "I can spare you now, but I’ll show you that, with your current power, even if given a hundred or thousand years, you won’t protect those you care about. The Evil Talisman Spirit should appear now!"

"What? You want to release the evil spirit?"

Hearing this, Ye Mo’s expression changed.

"Stop her quickly! The Evil Talisman Spirit is imprisoned in the Heavenly Seal Tower. Its resentment has deepened over time, and since she created it, if it breaks free, no one on the continent will be its match!"

Fu Chen said loudly.

Upon hearing this, over a dozen elders hesitated before rushing forward to guard the Heavenly Seal Tower.

"Ignorant fools!"

Fu Rong waved her sleeves, unleashing a mighty aura, instantly knocking away those elders, who fell, vomiting blood, stunned at being unable to withstand even one move from her.

And Fu Rong was just a strong cultivator of the Divine Soul Seven Changes. If the Evil Talisman Spirit in the Heavenly Seal Tower is released, what terror would that bring?

Is the continent truly facing catastrophic destruction?

"Evil Talisman Spirit, come forth!"

Fu Rong laughed heartily, unleashing a palm strike, shattering the Heavenly Seal Tower imprisoning the spirit. Everyone was shocked, hearts sinking, as the dreaded event unfolded.

All gazed fixedly at the shattered Heavenly Seal Tower. Gradually, a blood-colored omen appeared in the explosion, filled with the rising scent of evil, emitting a powerful aura that brought chilling fear, causing the entire space to tremble.

"Haha, old thing, it’s finally out. Let’s see who can stop me!"

A crazed laugh echoed from within the blood-colored omen.

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