"The position of the Family Head belongs to those with virtue. If someone like you becomes the Family Head, the Mo Family will only be plunged into an endless abyss."
Mo Wuji spoke faintly, simultaneously flicking lightly, ripples spreading layer upon layer. The hundreds of ink swords emitted sword cries and slightly trembled, then they shot out explosively.
Boom boom...!
The Hundred Sword Qi and hundred ink swords collided mid-air without any fanciness. It was clear that Mo Tianhao's Hundred Sword Qi was no match for the ink swords; they were destroyed upon contact, completely dispersed.
Hundred Sword Qi whistled out.
Mo Tianhao roared and swung the longsword in his hand, Sword Qi flowing, and wave after wave of Mo Family lines were shattered.
However, he couldn't block them all, at most only half.
Dozens of ink swords whistled by, blood splattered, Mo Tianhao's body trembled, his expression froze. His body was densely covered with blood holes, pierced by dozens of ink swords, turning him into a sieve.
Clang!
The longsword slipped from his hand, Mo Tianhao's face twisted in terror as he could clearly feel his life force rapidly slipping away.
"Mo Wuji, you, you won't die a peaceful death, I won't even in death..."
Mo Tianhao's words were left unfinished, his life's breath ceased, and he fell heavily to the ground.
"Tsk tsk, Old Mo really is terrifying when he gets angry. At such a glorious moment, isn't Little White Fairy feeling a bit moved?" Qin Yi said with a smile.
Bai Jingqing was a bit astonished, not expecting Mo Wuji's Painting Sword to be this powerful. It truly lived up to being a cultivation technique that no one had mastered in hundreds of years, its power indeed remarkable.
"Little White Fairy, quickly cheer for your Mo brother, let him wipe out Nancheng Fei in one go."
Bai Jingqing's lip twitched slightly, "You're really sparing no effort to matchmake the two of us."
"May all lovers in the world become family, it's destined by fate, don't miss out on this union. You two truly match each other, from head to toe, inside and out. If you miss this, it would be such a pity."
Bai Jingqing sneered, really think I don't know your intention? You simply want to tie me and Mo Wuji together to make us work for you.
Nancheng Fei was scared to death, not expecting Mo Tianhao to be so useless and be killed by Mo Wuji.
"Nancheng Fei, your turn." Mo Wuji said without expression.
Nancheng Fei's eyes were icy, "Mo Wuji, do you know the consequences of killing me? The Nan Family won't let you go."
Mo Wuji's eyes flashed with deep disdain, "Letting you go is my only path to no peace. Scum like you alive only disgusts me."
As his words fell, he lightly waved his folding fan, and a forceful Qi surged out.
The hundred ink swords suddenly dispersed, then instantly condensed into a giant sword over ten meters long.
"Nancheng Fei, I'll send you on your way."
Swish!
The enormous ink sword, imbued with a fierce killing aura, chopped down directly on Nancheng Fei.
Nancheng Fei panicked, let out an angry cry, his full cultivation utilized to the utmost. The longsword in his hand hummed, Sword Qi spreading out, gathering into a ten-meter Sword Qi, slashing towards the ink sword.
Boom!
The two equally sized swords clashed mid-air, then exploded violently, a storm sweeping across.
Pfft!
Nancheng Fei spat a mouthful of blood, staggering backward.
But before he could steady himself, he suddenly let out a horrifying scream. The massive ink sword cut through the storm, directly slashing towards him.
There was still a significant gap in cultivation between him and Mo Wuji, his Sword Qi was blasted apart by the ink sword, making him spit blood.
"Ah..."
Nancheng Fei screamed, desperately raising his sword to block.
The gigantic demon sword slashed down, unstoppable, with a puff, the sword broke and he perished, Nancheng Fei's sword was directly severed, and his whole body was split in two.
"Impressive." Qin Yi laughed.
Bai Jingqing was also stunned, even though Nancheng Fei's foundation was unstable, he was still a powerhouse on the brink of breaking through to the Nascent Soul Realm, yet he was so forcefully killed by Mo Wuji.
Mo Wuji, holding his folding fan with one hand behind him, his clothes gently swaying in the wind, had a demeanor of contempt for the world.
Pfft!
Unfortunately, he didn't stay handsome for more than three seconds before spitting out a large mouthful of blood, his body swayed, kneeling on one knee, his face ashen, and the ink sword in the air disappeared.
Bai Jingqing was alarmed, "You, are you alright?"
Mo Wuji was slightly stunned, not expecting Bai Jingqing to show concern for him? He couldn't help but chuckle foolishly, lightly shaking his head.
Qin Yi rolled his eyes, acting cool always comes at a cost.
When Mo Wuji killed Mo Tianhao, he had already pushed his cultivation to the limit. Killing Nancheng Fei was almost a desperate effort, this Painting Sword nearly drained all his cultivation, the consumption enormous. It was already considered a great feat of willpower that he hadn't passed out.
Qin Yi stepped forward a few steps, raising his hand as Purple Light surged, enveloping Mo Wuji.
"Hurry and regulate your breathing to recover."
"Thank you, Brother Qin." Mo Wuji immediately sat down cross-legged.
"Zi Yuan, you all look after Old Mo and Little White Fairy, I'll be back shortly."
The three women of Zi Yuan nodded.
Qin Yi picked up the little one, following the drag marks on the ground, he disappeared into the wind and sand.
Not long after, Qin Yi arrived at the lakeshore, then took out two jade bottles and began to fill them with lake water.
This lake water could actually petrify him; it truly was an essential tool for setting traps.
After filling the bottles with lake water, he was about to leave when he suddenly noticed a stir in the lake center. Turning his head, he saw that the previously calm lake water began to tremble slightly because a vortex appeared in the lake center.
Qin Yi flitted to the lake center, looking down, the vortex was initially small, only fist-sized, then it grew larger and larger.
"Holy..."
Qin Yi shrieked, the vortex in the lake center suddenly emitted a terrifying suction force. When he wanted to leave, his legs felt like they were filled with lead, as if he was stuck in a quagmire, unable to move due to the terrifying suction.
"Ah..."
He had no chance of breaking free, the terrifying suction suddenly became stronger, pulling Qin Yi into the vortex.
OMG... curiosity killed the cat indeed, why did I come to study a damned vortex in a place filled with dangers? Could it be I'm so idle that it's come to this?
Qin Yi remained somewhat rational; at the moment he entered the vortex, he utilized energy movement, enveloping himself with Purple Light, keeping the lake water at bay. This lake water was quite sinister, capable of petrifying people.
Suddenly everything went black, he had no idea how long had passed, perhaps quickly, perhaps a long time, until there was a loud thud, and he landed on a solid floor.
Qin Yi opened his eyes, blankly observing his surroundings, and instantly froze.
"Brother, you're awake?"
Qin Yi stared dumbfounded at the familiar pretty face in front of him, "Wan'er, why are you here?"
Qin Wan'er was full of concern, reaching out to touch Qin Yi's forehead, anxious, "Brother, what's wrong with you? Are you alright?"
"Why am I at home?"
Everything familiar around him was indeed home, and he was lying on his bed.
"Young Master Mo brought you back. Husband, you've been unconscious for a month; it's a relief you're awake now." Xia Yanbing walked in from outside the door with a large belly, explaining as she eagerly approached upon seeing Qin Yi awake.
Qin Yi was completely bewildered, he was pulled into the lake vortex, how did he end up back home?