Published: November 30, -0001
This made the Mo family instantly furious.
The elder of the Ji family speaking was one thing, but you, a junior of the Ji family, dare to belittle the Mo family like this? Who gave you the courage? Everyone was trembling with rage.
“Alright.” Mo Duanming was also enraged, looking behind him, he said, “Is there anyone who wants to spar with this person?” No one responded. From Ji Hongchen's earlier performance, it was clear she was a top-tier mid-stage Martial God, extremely powerful. Although the Mo family was a top-tier force with many strong practitioners and quite a few mid-stage Martial Gods, there were very few peak mid-stage Martial Gods at the top level. Moreover, even so, they wouldn’t necessarily have the certainty to defeat Ji Hongchen.
No wonder the Ji family could be so arrogant; a second generation alone had already given the entire Mo family a headache.
Mo Duanming's expression was somewhat awkward; how could no one be willing to step up?
With his status, did he really have to deal with Ji Hongchen personally!
Mo Duanming snorted in displeasure. As a dignified elder of the Mo family, he lacked even this bit of face?
“Elder, let me do it!” At that moment, a cold snort came from a middle-aged man, extremely flamboyant. He first slightly bowed to Mo Duanming, then turned to Ji Hongchen. Mo Duanming's expression immediately brightened; this middle-aged man was the strongest among the second generation of the Mo family, named Mo Wufeng. True to his name, he was a martial fanatic who trained to madness. In terms of combat power, he was even stronger than several successors of the third generation of the Mo family and was someone worthy of recognition.
With Mo Wufeng stepping up, it was settled.
Ji Hongchen coldly chuckled, “Come on, I hope you fare worse than the previous guy.”
Mo Wufeng revealed a hint of battle intent, “If you think of me as some pretty boy like Mo Wuchi, you are mistaken.”
Boom!
As his voice fell, terrifying battle intent exploded from him, rolling like a tide, and in an instant, he seemed to transform into a battle god, wanting to pierce the sky.
Everyone gasped. No wonder he was called Wufeng; this battle intent was terrifying. Many retreated, trembling under this overwhelming aura, feeling insignificantly small.
“Oh? This is interesting!” Ji Hongchen coldly smiled, raising a finger, “One move.”
Gasp! Everyone inhaled sharply.
You think you can defeat Mo Wufeng in one move? Where does that confidence come from?
Mo Wufeng instead laughed furiously, “Then one move it is!”
He stared at Ji Hongchen, channeling his true essence, a knife-shaped mark appeared on his forehead, and an ancient, overwhelming pressure radiated out, making everyone feel as if a huge rock was pressing down on their hearts, extremely uncomfortable.
He was using a great move, the power of his bloodline, capable of summoning the power of his ancient ancestors, greatly enhancing his combat strength.
One strike to win!
Ji Hongchen placed her hands behind her back, allowing her opponent to prepare his great move, showing no intention to intervene or counterattack.
Crazy! Everyone thought in their hearts. That was Mo Wufeng; even if it were Mo Wuchi facing him, he would have to be incredibly careful. Even if they piled up with the likes of Ji Daoling and Ji Daoyuan, the outstanding second generation from the Ji family, they would still have a solid chance of winning. You, a girl, if you don’t go all out, you will definitely be killed instantly.
“Mad Demon Blade!” Mo Wufeng shouted, touching his forehead, and with a whoosh, that knife-shaped mark transformed into a mad blade that slashed out. Instantly, the surrounding void solidified, enveloped by the wild aura of the blade. Nearby people felt a chill run down their spines, as if any movement would cause them to be torn apart by this blade intent.
Gasp! This was just the feeling of the blade intent, and it was already so terrifying; if you were truly struck by this Mad Demon Blade, would there be any chance of survival?