CHAPTER 1256: CHAPTER 1247: 100,000 JIN OF DESOLATE ENERGY

"Boom boom boom..."

The giant dragon raised its head and roared furiously, its sound shaking the heavens and earth. Below, three more mountains crumbled, sending stones flying.

The scene was astonishing. Many cultivators who had gathered around were shaken by the dragon’s roar, their eardrums almost tearing, faces pale.

"Will roaring loudly help?"

Mo Wangchen sneered coldly, holding the Burning Spirit Sword, and charged out once more. "I must see how many strikes you can withstand!"

As his words fell, the black heavy sword radiated with a thousand beams of dark light, striking down forcefully.

"Boom!"

Another slash struck the giant dragon’s head, sparks flew, and the void shook endlessly.

The golden giant dragon was sent flying backward by this sword strike. Even though Mo Wangchen couldn’t break its defense, the power within the Divine King Body was something this dragon could not resist.

"Heavenly Dragon Sword Shadow, kill!"

In the distant sky, Qianyuan Saint Master shouted angrily. The next moment, a more dazzling light appeared on the golden dragon’s body.

It seemed as if every scale was swallowing Great Dao Divine Power. In the blink of an eye, they separated from its body, a thousand dragon scales becoming startling sword light, all slashing toward Mo Wangchen.

"Let’s see what you can do to me!"

Mo Wangchen was fearless, wielding the sword and stepping into the void, his sword light shattered the attacking thousand dragon scales completely.

He moved as if treading flat ground, as an indomitable Ancient Divine Spirit.

"Bang!"

Another full-powered slash cut down, aiming at the dragon’s head once more.

"Boom!"

This strike had an effect; no matter how hard the dragon’s body was like divine iron, after being struck in the same position three times with the Burning Spirit Sword, it was finally unable to resist.

The black heavy sword, as though possessing the force of ten thousand pounds, fell on the dragon’s head, instantly shattering it. The entire dragon lost its color, then turned into countless points of golden radiance, dissipating into nothing.

"How is this possible?!"

In the distant void, Qianyuan Saint Master’s complexion turned pale instantly, filled with disbelief. This dragon had been nurtured in his Divine Palace for years, already deeply connected, and now being slain, he suffered some backlash, causing chaos in his breath.

"You claim it can match any treasure in the world?"

Mo Wangchen laughed coldly, turned, and charged toward Qianyuan Saint Master with the Burning Spirit Sword in hand.

"I want you dead!"

Qianyuan Saint Master shouted angrily. With the dragon slain, if he wanted to condense another one he’d need to expend enormous effort. Without a doubt, this had dealt him a great loss, naturally fueling his rage.

"Heavenly Origin Saint Spirit Finger!"

The endless Great Dao Divine Power poured out, seemingly plundering half completely, enhancing Qianyuan Saint Master’s body.

He pointed a finger remotely, and instantly, the Great Dao Divine Power swirling at his fingertip shot out.

Under the eyes of everyone present, the Finger Light cut through the Heavenly Vault like a meteor, the space along its path collapsing, revealing a vast void abyss.

"Hmm?"

Facing the approaching attack, Mo Wangchen’s face changed suddenly, feeling the power of this finger.

He dared not underestimate it at all, also urging the Great Dao Divine Power, putting away the Burning Spirit Sword, and then turned the True Technique of Fighting, striking out fiercely, "Lingtian Seal!"

This was the strongest seal method within the Immortal Seal of Inquiry. At this moment, Mo Wangchen activated it with Great Dao Divine Power, and turned the True Technique of Fighting, imbuing it with the seal method, its power being extremely formidable.

"Boom!"

A void giant hand smashed out as if from the chaotic eras, crushing everything, even the void could not withstand its existence, rapidly disintegrating.

"Crack!"

In an instant, Qianyuan Saint Master’s Finger Light was shattered into dust by the void giant hand, no longer existing, while the Lingtian Seal’s power showed no signs of weakening, continuing to fall, finally striking Qianyuan Saint Master under the gaze of everyone present.

"Ah!"

A scream rang out, Qianyuan Saint Master coughed blood, body flying backward. The strength of this blow exceeded expectations, making him utterly powerless to resist.

"How is this possible?!"

"Even Qianyuan Saint Master has been defeated?"

All around, the gathered spectators were astonished, stunned at the results, something no one had anticipated.

He was among the few in Ning State, possessing divine status as a Late Stage Heavenly Immortal.

Even across the entire Ming Land, he was considered a top existence.

And yet, he was defeated by a youth of unknown background.

Undoubtedly, the outcome shook everyone present.

"Hoo!"

Mo Wangchen’s body flew swiftly, appearing before Qianyuan Saint Master in an instant with the Burning Spirit Sword in hand, striking out forcefully.

In that moment, the atmosphere went wild, rolling turbulently, sword sound roaring, Qianyuan Saint Master’s complexion changed drastically, the black heavy sword reflected in his eyes, getting closer and closer, he felt the breath of death approaching at this moment.

"Buzz..."

However, just as the black sword was about to fall, splitting his head, it suddenly paused above Qianyuan Saint Master’s head, Mo Wangchen’s calm voice sounded, "Now, you’re my hostage too. Exchange more Desolate Energy for your life. I don’t want to kill."

"You!"

Qianyuan Saint Master gritted his teeth. At this moment, there was no choice but to concede. Mo Wangchen’s strength had exceeded his expectations; he hadn’t thought that even attacking personally would result in defeat.

"How much do you want?" In the end, he took a deep breath, asking.

Seeing Qianyuan Saint Master being so sensible, Mo Wangchen nodded slightly, "I won’t count the elders, just your and the Saint Heir’s lives, fifty thousand pounds of Desolate Energy per person, together a hundred thousand. Let’s count those elders as my gift; it’s a fair deal for you, right?"

"What?"

Hearing Mo Wangchen’s words, not only Qianyuan Saint Master himself, but also the spectators couldn’t help but gasp.

"A hundred thousand pounds? Are you joking with this old man?" Qianyuan Saint Master frowned.

"No joke, just a hundred thousand pounds. I don’t believe Qianyuan Sect can’t produce it," Mo Wangchen said seriously.

"My Qianyuan Sect has a legacy spanning millennia; we indeed have a hundred thousand pounds of Desolate Energy, but recently the news of the Divine Emperor’s birthday circulated, my Qianyuan Sect has already submitted a gift list including the hundred thousand pounds of Desolate Energy. If you take it all now, how should my Qianyuan Sect explain to the Mingshen Clan?"

"That’s none of my concern. I’ll take that hundred thousand pounds of Desolate Energy anyway; if you don’t give..."

Mo Wangchen spoke indifferently, the Burning Spirit Sword in his hand powerful and intimidating, its black sword light entwined, ready to strike the opponent down at any moment.

"You!"

Qianyuan Saint Master’s heart trembled in terror. He had no doubt that Mo Wangchen would indeed strike him dead. After gritting his teeth, he took a deep breath, "I’ll give you the hundred thousand pounds of Desolate Energy, but you better think it through. When the Divine Emperor’s birthday comes and my Qianyuan Sect can’t present the hundred thousand pounds of Desolate Energy on the list, the Divine Clan will surely investigate, bringing you trouble."

"I don’t fear trouble; not obtaining Desolate Energy is the biggest trouble for me."

Mo Wangchen spoke calmly, determined to acquire the Desolate Energy, insistent on obtaining it by any means. If he could repair the Jade Emperor’s Holy Seal, it would undoubtedly be a strong reliance for him, ignoring the potential consequences the Mingshen Clan might bring.

If they indeed wanted to trouble him, then let them; unless that so-called Mingshen Emperor personally intervened, otherwise, with Lin’s True Technique in possession, who truly could get the better of him?

Besides, Mo Wangchen didn’t believe that a dignified Divine Emperor would personally act for ’mere’ hundred thousand pounds of Desolate Energy.