“With that kind of attitude, it’s no wonder that in his past life, even with a battle physique, he still got crushed by Mo Chen,” Xu Zimo thought to himself, sneering with clear disdain on his face.

“What’s that expression supposed to mean?” Mo Yang frowned.

“You’re even trying to manage my facial expressions now?” Xu Zimo chuckled.

“You’re being far too arrogant, kid,” Mo Yang said coldly.

“And what then?”

“Doesn’t matter who you are. It’s time someone taught you that there’s always someone stronger out there.”

Mo Yang snorted. The aura of a peak Paragon Meridian Realm expert burst out from him. Dark light surged around him as spiritforce condensed.

With his Myriad Form Illusory Physique, Mo Yang didn’t need to form any seals. In a mere instant, a Level 5 formation appeared above his head.

“Holy Son, this is a misunderstanding, he’s not lying,” Mo Xinyi quickly tried to intervene.

“Xinyi, you might not know this, but people from the True Martial Sacred Ground are currently guests of our Mo Imperial Clan,” Mo Yang snorted. “If he were truly the Holy Son, how could he not know that?”

In the formation above, blazing flames spread outward, so hot they scorched the very air.

“Blazing Fire Formation.”

Mo Yang waved his arms, and the formation instantly enveloped Xu Zimo. The fire formed into a roaring dragon, hurling itself toward him.

Xu Zimo calmly raised his hand. With a sharp punch, the fire and light instantly dissipated into ash.

He walked out from the smoke, laughing lightly. “So you want to teach me there’s always someone stronger?”

Mo Yang’s expression hardened. He summoned three more formations.

Dragons coiled and roared, a white tiger lunged, and a phoenix spread its wings.

The formations linked together, trapping Xu Zimo within their roaring energy.

Mo Yang controlled them with surging spiritforce.

A thick fog filled the center of the formation. No one could see clearly what was happening inside.

But the sounds of dragons roaring and tigers howling echoed, formidable and fierce.

“What Holy Son of the True Martial Sacred Ground?” Mo Yang scoffed. Just as he thought victory was certain, a blade light cut through the mist and formations.

The blade light surged skyward, sharp, unstoppable, blinding.

Xu Zimo’s blade aura surged downward like a flood breaking a dam, irresistible and destructive.

All the formations collapsed under its pressure.

The blade aura kept going, slashing directly at Mo Yang.

Mo Yang’s face changed. He raised a Level 6 defensive formation in front of him.

As a Paragon Meridian cultivator, that was the strongest he could muster.

But it didn’t matter.

Xu Zimo’s sword, Shadow Tyrant, now roared with lightning and fire, crackling with dual-elemental power.

The formation was ripped apart like paper, and the blade qi slammed into Mo Yang’s body.

He crashed hard to the ground, shattering the stone steps beneath him.

When he finally stood up, a deep, bloody gash was visible across his chest. Blood poured out like a broken dam.

“Grand Elder! Someone's causing trouble outside, he’s injured the Holy Son!” a servant shouted from inside the Mo Estate.

Soon, accompanied by urgent footsteps, a middle-aged man in a purple robe arrived, led by a servant.

“Second Uncle,” Mo Xinyi quickly greeted the man.

“What happened?” the middle-aged man asked with a frown.

He stepped into the air and arrived beside Mo Yang, fed him a pill, and stabilized his wound with spiritforce.

“Second Uncle, this is all a misunderstanding,” Mo Xinyi tried to explain. “This is the Holy Son of the True Martial Sacred Ground.”

“This is my Second Uncle, also the Grand Elder of the Mo Imperial Clan,” she added.

“Misunderstanding? He tried to sneak into our residence and injured me, we absolutely can’t let him leave!”

Mo Yang glared at Xu Zimo, face filled with hatred.

As the Mo Imperial Clan’s Holy Son, it had been a long time since he suffered such humiliation.

“Whatever the case, you’ll have to stay here,” the middle-aged man said coolly.

“And if I don’t?” Xu Zimo smiled.

“Then you’ll force me to act.” The Grand Elder snorted and struck with the aura of an Empyrean Meridian Realm cultivator, throwing a palm at Xu Zimo.

Xu Zimo narrowed his eyes and met the palm with his own fist.

Boom!

A shockwave burst out. The blue stone underfoot shattered, and both men stood evenly matched.

“Impossible,” the Grand Elder muttered, eyes narrowing.

“Second Brother, stop!”

Just then, two more figures flew in from afar, stopping midair in front of the crowd.

“Patriarch!”

All Mo Imperial Clan servants knelt down in respect.

The Mo Imperial Clan’s current patriarch, Mo Canghai, had arrived , a truly formidable figure.

Beside him stood none other than the First Grand Elder of the True Martial Sacred Ground.

Before anyone else could speak, that Grand Elder frowned at Xu Zimo and asked,

“What are you doing here?”

“I don’t recall being obligated to explain myself to you,” Xu Zimo replied calmly.

“The Mo Imperial Clan and our Sacred Ground have always been on good terms. You’d best not cause trouble here,” the elder warned.

“Alright, alright. We’re all on the same side, it’s just a misunderstanding,” Mo Canghai said with a laugh. “They say a good fight makes good friends. Nephew Zimo, may I ask what brings you to my Mo Imperial Clan?”

“Patriarch Mo, I’d like to use your teleportation formation to go to the Middle Continent,” Xu Zimo said. “Don’t worry. I’ll cover all the costs for activating the array.”

Mo Canghai paused, then looked toward the Sacred Ground’s Grand Elder.

“What business do you have in the Middle Continent?” the elder asked, frowning.

“My affairs aren’t something I need to report to anyone,” Xu Zimo said indifferently.

“You’ve grown arrogant. Times have changed,” the elder said coldly. “There’s something you may not know, Sacred Lord Xiao has returned. Your father is no longer in charge of the True Martial Sacred Ground.”

“Don’t care, didn’t ask,” Xu Zimo retorted. “It’s not like you’re the one in charge either. What does it have to do with you? Besides, I’ve been out here this whole time. When have I ever relied on the lineage?”

“Be careful how you conduct yourself,” the elder said, clearly irritated. He turned away, unwilling to speak further.

Mo Canghai observed Xu Zimo carefully, then smiled and said, “It’s not that I’m unwilling. But teleporting to the Middle Continent is no small matter. Just preparing the array takes seven days. And normally, our formation isn’t open to outsiders.”

“No problem. I’m not going to force the issue,” Xu Zimo said with a smile. “But earlier, your Grand Elder struck me. By the rules of hospitality, shouldn’t I return the favor?”

“If you dare cause trouble here, Xu Zimo, and keep acting out of line, I’ll arrest you and bring you back to the Sacred Ground, to be judged by the Sacred Lord,” the First Grand Elder warned, holy pressure radiating from his body.

“Grand Elder, maybe you should worry about yourself first.”

Xu Zimo grinned, lifted his hand, and then, with a deafening boom, an explosion shook the scene.