After speaking, Chen Mo’s body suddenly shot forward, leaving a pit where he was standing, the stone within already reduced to powder.
After reaching a position less than ten feet from Wanyan Xiaji, he leapt up fiercely, holding his saber in both hands, slamming it down with brute force without any fancy technique.
This strike, like the Mountain-Opening Power, could cleave all things in the world.
Wanyan Xiaji frowned, and in the next moment, his aura shifted suddenly, his robe billowing as he swung downward with overwhelming force, pressing the full weight of his power onto Chen Mo’s Ring-Headed Saber.
Clang!
The sound of the collision was louder than the cannon fire of the Red Coat Cannon from before.
Nalan Yiren entered just to witness a shocking scene.
A powerful gust erupted around Chen Mo and Wanyan Xiaji, sweeping in everything close and shredding it.
Yet Chen Mo, the saber in his hand did not shatter.
Contrarily, Wanyan Xiaji, whose grip on the Kanglong Mace almost broke, felt the shock wave reverberate through his entire body.
A look of astonishment flashed in Wanyan Xiaji’s eyes, clearly surprised at Chen Mo’s force, although he previously regarded Chen Mo with enough weight without underestimating his strength, he had been confident that his power exceeded Chen Mo’s. But now, Wanyan Xiaji was not so sure.
Chen Mo’s power was immense, so much so that before Wanyan Xiaji could react, he was sent flying, crashing into a group of Jin Xia Soldiers, then like a cannonball, he slammed into a shop and subsequently burst through the shop wall, stones and debris flying everywhere, engulfed in a dust cloud.
"Grand General."
"Grand General."
"..."
The Jin Xia generals and staff officers rushed toward the dust cloud, to check on Wanyan Xiaji.
Just then.
A dark figure dashed out of the dust; it was Wanyan Xiaji.
His robe was shattered, hair disheveled, looking quite embarrassed, yet the bulging veins on his forehead and arms indicated a rapid flow of his vital energy.
In Chen Mo’s eyes.
The red number at Wanyan Xiaji’s brow transformed from 4028+289 to 4228+389.
His figure lunged toward Chen Mo at lightning speed.
"Grand General..."
The generals and staff officers, seeing that Wanyan Xiaji was unharmed and full of vigor, couldn’t help but rejoice.
The deputy general said, "Let’s attack together, kill these Wei dogs."
The Wei Army had already breached the city, they wouldn’t just stand by waiting for Wanyan Xiaji and Chen Mo to finish.
Nalan Yiren stepped forward, surrounded by a colorful mist.
The battle commenced.
...
Wanyan Xiaji collided with Chen Mo.
The Kanglong Mace in his hand swung down upon Chen Mo like a torrent of raindrops.
The Ring-Headed Saber in Chen Mo’s hand, even with the augmentation from his Innate Spiritual Qi, showed signs of cracking under the relentless strikes from the Kanglong Mace.
"Shatter for me!"
Wanyan Xiaji exerted more force, dragging the Kanglong Mace down onto Chen Mo’s head with brutal intensity.
Electric arcs crackled around the Kanglong Mace.
Chen Mo’s wrist felt a numbing sensation again.
Crack...
With a crisp sound.
The Ring-Headed Saber in Chen Mo’s hand shattered.
Chen Mo twisted to evade, the Kanglong Mace nearly grazing his face, just as Wanyan Xiaji was about to change his move for a side swing, Chen Mo landed an elbow strike directly onto Wanyan Xiaji’s chest.
Wanyan Xiaji doubled over instantly, spewing a mouthful of blood, retreating over twenty feet, his soles scraping the ground, gouged out a section of stone slabs, only managing to stabilize himself with the Kanglong Mace embedded in the stone pavement behind him.
"Huff huff..."
Wanyan Xiaji gasped for breath, spit blood onto the ground, hoisting the mace to his shoulder, his gaze towards Chen Mo devoid of fear, instead bursting into laughter, "Well done Chen Mo, a youthful hero indeed, I gave you plenty of respect but underestimated you nonetheless.
This warrants your death."
With that, he extracted a porcelain bottle from his pocket and crushed it, the fragments falling without cutting his hand, and then he slapped his hand to his mouth, seemingly swallowing something.
In the next moment, blood seeped from the corners of his mouth, nostrils, even eyes, his face flushing to an unhealthy vivid red, a hint of madness in his eyes, his aura surging wildly.
4228+389 turned into 4528+389.
His muscles bulked up as if he transformed like a Saiyan.
"Hahaha, Master Yue’s elixir is truly potent."
"Your Majesty, beware, the elixir has triggered a surge in latent vital energy." Nalan Yiren entrapped a Third-Grade Martial Artist and two Fourth-Grade Martial Artists alone, still finding the capacity to warn Chen Mo.
"Come, let’s go again."
Wanyan Xiaji laughed maniacally, stepping onto the stone slab, charging fiercely at Chen Mo with the Kanglong Mace, the wind tearing at his clothes until only scraps remained to preserve modesty.
His speed was incredible, in the blink of an eye reaching Chen Mo’s proximity.
So fast that Chen Mo almost failed to react before Wanyan Xiaji’s Kanglong Mace swung down upon him.
Without a weapon, Chen Mo could only raise his arms to block, the sheer force sent him flying, crashing into the city wall, embedding him within.
"Your Majesty."
"Your Majesty."
"..."
Yu Zhu, Sun Meng, Nalan Yiren, and others were shocked, breaking from their battles to rush towards Chen Mo.
"That’s all you have, come on!"
Wanyan Xiaji lightly tapped the ground with his toes, sending a chunk of rubble flying toward Chen Mo, simultaneously advancing quickly.
The flying debris struck Chen Mo’s chest, sounding like metal being hit, bouncing off.
Meanwhile, Wanyan Xiaji’s attack arrived, fiercely aiming at Chen Mo’s head embedded in the wall with full force.
"No..." Nalan Yiren screamed out.
A heavy sound echoed.
"What?!"
Wanyan Xiaji’s expression shifted, because Chen Mo had unexpectedly caught the mace with his raised hand.
"Spent enough time playing, it’s time to end this." Chen Mo whispered.
"What?"
Wanyan Xiaji was momentarily stunned again.
In the next second, a fist the size of a sandbag hammered into his face.
Due to Chen Mo grasping the Kanglong Mace, Wanyan Xiaji didn’t get knocked flying.
What awaited him was punch after punch.
Boom—
Boom boom—
Boom boom boom—
Every punch landed solidly on Wanyan Xiaji’s face.
"What what, where do you get so many questions?"
Chen Mo’s punches were each stronger than the last, and with the final punch landing on Wanyan Xiaji’s face, his grip on the Kanglong Mace loosened, sending Wanyan Xiaji flying backward, crashing heavily to the ground.
"Grand General..."
On the Jin Xia side, everyone was dumbfounded how the situation reversed just like that.
"Huff huff..."
Wanyan Xiaji panted heavily, struggling to rise, his face battered black and blue, resembling as if his head was smacked all around, his heart pounding like drums.
"How... could this be..."
He couldn’t comprehend, just moments ago he knew he had the upper hand pressing Chen Mo, but suddenly he fell behind.
He couldn’t understand.
Chen Mo pulled himself out of the wall, shrugged and dusted off the ash stone, saying: "It appears Jin Xia sent only one Divine Transformation Realm martial artist to this city, since that is the case, prepare to meet your end."
The reason Chen Mo battled Wanyan Xiaji for so long was to ascertain if there were other Divine Transformation Realm martial artists in the city, hoping to draw them out and eliminate them collectively.
But now it seemed Jin Xia only dispatched Wanyan Xiaji, a single Divine Transformation Realm martial artist, here.
"Arrogance..."
Wanyan Xiaji attempted to summon energy for another rush, but in the next second, when Chen Mo was over three yards away, he was already at his side, stomping down onto his chest, pushing the partially rising Wanyan Xiaji back down.
After Tier Break advanced his Cloud Traveling Step to Wandering Dragon Step, its speed was beyond Wanyan Xiaji’s comprehension.
Chen Mo exerted force through his foot, Wanyan Xiaji’s chest exploded with a bloody crater.