Published: November 30, -0001
Boom!
At the same time, Ji Hongchen and Mo Duanming clashed once again, unexpectedly dividing the battle into two arenas.
The spectators felt their hairs stand on end, a chill running down their spines. If they were the ones in the arena, they would have long been slain by the two, yet now, both were exchanging blows without any clear victor.
Ji Hongchen and Mo Duanming unleashed their ultimate moves, but no matter how they struck, they couldn't completely suppress each other, resulting in an unexpected stalemate.
Ji Hongchen's strength came from inheriting the legacy of her ancestors in the Ji family, with both her soul and body undergoing a slight transformation. This allowed her to far surpass many strong cultivators in the Tianwu Continent. After all, it was a baptism from the heavenly realm, something few had ever experienced.
Mo Duanming, on the other hand, had the advantage of a higher realm, coupled with past fortuitous encounters and years of arduous cultivation, granting him absolute superiority in power.
Each had their strengths, perfectly counterbalancing one another, leading to a fierce and unresolved battle.
Both were determined to suppress the other, and at this point, it wasn't just about their families' matters; it was a profound introspection and a test on the path of the Great Dao.
True essence surged, and the rules radiated brilliance.
The two sides engaged in hundreds, if not thousands, of exchanges, each more perilous than the last.
In the end!
With a resounding boom, both figures flickered and retreated.
Both were somewhat disheveled, their breaths uneven, yet the physical battle ended without a clear outcome, while their souls had managed to strike a blow on each other.
The connection between soul and body was profound; Mo Duanming's face instantly turned pale as he violently spat out a mouthful of blood, his expression extremely feeble.
Ji Hongchen also trembled slightly, her face turning pale. However, her soul had undergone tempering through the inheritance, making her condition slightly better than Mo Duanming's. Although injured, her resilience in withstanding blows was even higher than his.
"What?!"
Mo Duanming's head throbbed with pain as he clutched his chest, struggling to suppress the surging blood qi within, incredulously staring at the scene before him.
Then, he moved to speak again.
"Enough."
A cold voice echoed, belonging to the grand elder Ji Dewei, who swept forward with a cold smile. "Mo Duanming, as the grand elder of the Mo family, you can't even defeat a junior from the Ji family. Do you really want to continue fighting?"
"You..." Mo Duanming's face shifted from white to red, but his fighting spirit did not diminish in the slightest.
"Heh, you don’t intend to continue this battle, do you? If we intervene today, do you think you’ll have any chance of survival? Here’s your opportunity: roll now, and my Ji family will spare you for disrespect. Otherwise, you won't be leaving!"
The grand elder sneered and stepped forward. Immediately, all the strong cultivators from the Ji family surrounded him, and Ji Hongchen also coldly smiled, her momentum rising once more.
Boom!
Having previously defeated two opponents and holding her ground against Mo Duanming, the Ji family's prestige was unprecedentedly strong, overwhelming the Mo family with a dominating spirit that turned their faces pale with fear.
Especially upon seeing the already severely injured Mo Wuchi, Mo Wufeng, and the blood-stained corner of Mo Duanming’s mouth, the Mo family disciples were gripped with terror, trembling uncontrollably.
Because they understood that this was the Ji family's residence. If the fighting continued and even the grand elder was defeated, could they possibly survive under the tremendous wrath of the Ji family?
"Grand Elder?"
A Mo family strongman cautiously spoke, his expression clearly indicating his intention to retreat.
Not just him, the vast majority of the Mo family cultivators were shaking, a hint of dread creeping into their hearts.