Bai Jingqing glanced at the three fighting, not saying a word.
"Hey, Old Mo is risking his life for you, at least show some reaction, okay?" Qin Yi spoke up for Old Mo.
Bam! Bam!
The three figures separated like lightning, shooting backward.
Mo Wuji's face flashed an uneven flush, forcibly suppressing the blood that surged to his throat. He had directly clashed with Mo Tianhao and Nancheng Fei, and these two were not weak, almost making him vomit blood.
"Mo Wuji, I admit you're strong, but thinking you can take on the two of us is too far-fetched." Mo Tianwei sneered coldly.
Mo Wuji remained expressionless, responding coldly, "You'll know if it's far-fetched when you're dead."
"Boasting is no skill, let's see who ends up dead?" Mo Tianhao sneered fiercely.
Bam!
The sand under Mo Tianhao's feet exploded, and he moved like lightning, his sword like light, hissing through the air as it thrust at Mo Wuji's throat, his moves ruthless and every strike deadly.
Clang!
Mo Wuji closed his folding fan, striking the sword, deflecting Mo Tianhao's attack.
Whoosh!
Mo Wuji suddenly shot backward, reaching for his waist, his hands covered in blood.
"Your dodge was really fast." Nancheng Fei sneered.
As Mo Tianhao and Mo Wuji clashed, he had launched a sneak attack. If Mo Wuji hadn't dodged quickly, that Sword Qi would have split him open.
Mo Wuji's handsome face turned cold, "Hope you can dodge too."
As he finished speaking, the airflow around him swirled wildly, with black Qi running through the folding fan in his hand.
Using the fan as a brush, Mo Wuji began to paint in the air, and where the fan passed, a stroke of dark ink was left.
In the blink of an eye, a landscape painting was completed.
"Every plant, every tree, is a sword."
Mo Wuji fanned open the folding fan with a swish, and the landscape painting in the air dispersed like a sand drawing, the dark ink spreading, each stroke turning into a pitch-black Mo Sword.
"Painting Sword." Mo Tianhao screamed in panic.
"You actually mastered the Painting Sword, that's impossible, how could that be? You're a waste, a cursed child, how could you master the Painting Sword?"
Mo Tianhao shrieked wildly, jealousy and envy twisting his features.
"Is this the Painting Sword that no one in the Mo family has mastered for centuries?" Nancheng Fei was also dumbfounded.
Mo Tianhao seemed to have gone mad, shouting, "Impossible, this is fake, your Painting Sword is fake, no one has ever mastered the Painting Sword, you can't possibly have done it."
Mo Wuji sneered, "Just because no one has mastered it doesn't mean no one can. Whether it's real or fake, see for yourself."
With those words, a gentle wave of the folding fan sent several Mo Swords shooting out like black light.
"I don't believe it, your Painting Sword is fake." Mo Tianhao, looking like a mad dog, rushed towards the incoming Mo Swords, his longsword humming as he struck, clashing with a Demon Sword.
Bam!
The Mo Sword exploded, turning into ink Qi that swirled in the air.
Whoosh...!
Mo Tianhao smashed one Mo Sword but failed to stop the others. The Mo Swords grazed past him, splattering blood, and he screamed miserably as he was knocked back, deep wounds appearing on his arms, waist, and thighs, blood spraying everywhere.
The Mo Swords that flew out turned back in midair and returned.
Moreover, the Mo Sword that Mo Tianhao broke apart turned into a stream of ink-black Qi that flew back, re-congealing into a sword.
"As long as the ink hasn't dispersed, the sword won't vanish." Mo Wuji said blandly.
Meaning as long as the ink-like black Qi remained, the Mo Sword would never disappear.
"Mo Shao, are you okay?" Nancheng Fei's face darkened. If Mo Tianhao lost his combat power, he alone was definitely not Mo Wuji's match.
Mo Tianhao used his sword to prop himself up, his face twisted and frightening, "Mo Wuji, you cursed child, how dare you secretly learn the Painting Sword, my grandfather won't let you off, nor will the family's Elders."
"Mo Tianhao, you are incredibly stupid. The Mo Family's ancestral teachings state that anyone can cultivate the Painting Sword."
The Painting Sword had been a legacy in the Mo Family for who knows how long, and any Mo family disciple could cultivate it, but for centuries, no one had succeeded. The Mo family was eager for someone to cultivate the Painting Sword to strengthen the clan.
"I am the Mo family's top genius, even I couldn't cultivate the Painting Sword, how could you—a cursed child with impure blood—master it?" Mo Tianhao howled, unwillingly envious, looking like a mad dog.
Mo Wuji sneered, "Mo family's top genius? That's just flattery from sycophants. You really consider yourself the top genius in the Mo family? Without abundant resources, who are you really?"
"As Brother Qin said, you were just born lucky. Truthfully, any Mo family disciple's talent exceeds yours. In Brother Qin's words, with plentiful resources, even pigs can fly when standing at the crest of a wave."
"Mo Tianhao, you overestimate yourself."
"Mo Wuji, you cursed child, you impure-blooded bastard, what qualifications do you have to judge me? I am the Mo family's legitimate line, I am the future Family Head of the Mo family, I will expel you from the Mo family, I will kill you." Indeed, human jealousy is the most terrifying. From the moment Mo Wuji demonstrated the Painting Sword, Mo Tianhao had been driven nearly insane.
Qin Yi slightly shook his head. With such a temperament, it would be difficult to achieve great things. The Mo family is truly foolish, mistaking pigs for True Dragons and True Dragons for pigs. Truly a group of blind, self-important fools.
Mo Wuji said coldly, "Mo Tianhao, you will never have the chance to become the Mo family head because the position is already mine."
As he spoke, the folding fan waved gently, and more than a dozen Mo Swords shot out, terrifying Sword Qi freezing the surrounding wind and sand.
"Mo Wuji, I will kill you, if I kill you, the Family Head position is mine."
Mo Tianhao shouted, charging forward, madly channeling his Cultivation to its peak, slashing out a hundred Sword Qi that layered and combined into a roaring Sword Dragon.