Chapter 616: Chapter 616: Presumptuous
Indeed!
Seeing everyone terrified, Mo Huan was quite satisfied. He scanned everyone one by one, ultimately bypassing Yang Tian and stopping before Luo Quan, saying: "Luo Quan from the Shadow Sect? You are quite bold."
"I..."
Luo Quan’s face turned pale and his mind clouded under Mo Huan’s piercing gaze.
Mo Huan’s "quite bold" hinted that he knew everything!
This also implied that from today onwards, even the entire Shadow Sect feared being eradicated from the Underground Palace.
Watching Luo Quan trembling, Mo Huan smirked as if delivering a judgment, coldly saying: "The Shadow Sect will be finished after today! As for you, do you think you can escape if you vanish?"
At these words, Liu Xuan and the other clan’s bandits grew visibly fearful.
As for the Wenxue Elders, who were once cornered but now encircled their enemies, pride flashed across their faces.
One of the elders even taunted Liu Xuan loudly: "Why don’t you chase us? Go ahead, keep chasing!"
"You... Wenxue people are so deceitful!"
Finally, one of the bandits couldn’t bear the humiliation from the Blood Clan Elders and exploded with rage.
But before his fury could fully erupt, Mo Huan struck like emptiness itself.
The bandit felt his neck seized as if wrung by an invisible chicken claw. He gasped for air desperately, fighting back, but could not escape Mo Huan’s unseen grip. His neck twisted, and his eyes rolled to the ground.
When others saw Mo Huan’s hand, they froze in sheer terror, unable to move.
Mo Huan strangled the trembling man with satisfaction, extended his fingers, and sneered, "Truly, I don’t know who gave you such audacity to behave recklessly in a domain that does not belong to you..."
With those chilling words, Mo Huan finally shifted his attention to Yang Tian, wearing an unsettling smile. "Ah, right.
This sect almost forgot. It was you who granted them their courage. A mighty Mahayana powerhouse!"
Upon hearing this, everyone forced bitter smiles.
Although Mo Huan acknowledged Yang Tian as belonging to the Mahayana Era, his tone brimmed with mockery.
The truth wasn’t that Mo Huan’s power outclassed Yang Tian’s, but due to the suppression caused by the Ancient Country’s warfront, Yang Tian’s aura had obviously regressed to the early stages of tribulation!
Otherwise, Mo Huan wouldn’t dare mock Yang Tian so smugly, relying solely on his gall.
"A Mahayana Buddha! Haha, truly wonderful! I, this honored one, have never seen someone so young ascend to the Mahayana era, but do you know why I delayed acknowledging you until now?"
Mo Huan kept sneering, "Because what I see before me isn’t Mahayana Power at all."
Not Mahayana?
After hearing this, everyone frowned slightly, uncertain about Mo Huan’s cryptic remarks.
Mo Huan suddenly let out another sinister laugh, his voice filled with malevolence. "Because in the face of your so-called prestige, you are nothing but a sumptuous meal." Haha."
"A Mahayana sacrifice in waiting! From the blood magic optimized methods taught by this sect through painstaking training, why haven’t you reached the Mahayana Realm yet? Why are you stuck at Half-step Mahayana? Is it because within this region, where the sacrificial practices occur, there exists no true Mahayana Realm?"
Ssshhh!
Once these words fell, the crowd gasped in shock, collectively inhaling deeply.
Because Mo Huan’s claim clearly indicated his intent to transform Yang Tian, the Great Mahayana Warrior, into a sacrificial pawn to fuel his cultivation.
Such arrogant words!
But truth be told, ancient battle techniques could suppress one’s rightful power. Even in Mo Huan’s hands, this dreadful possibility could be realized!
After all, Yang Tian’s state today had already been suppressed to the early stage of tribulation!
"What’s wrong? Silent now? Completely unexpected? Or are you now afraid of the iron grip of the Great Mahayana practitioners?"
Mo Huan looked at the unresponsive Yang Tian muttering sarcastic words to himself and laughed triumphantly. He slowly raised his hand and said, "Fine, then. In that case, you are going to make one excellent sacrifice, a slave to this clan’s feast for Mahayana Ascension!"
While speaking, a red luminous energy gradually emanated from his hand, radiating the oppressive aura of Half-step Mahayana cultivation.
Seeing no resistance despite advancing, Mo Huan stepped closer to Yang Tian. His eyes sparkled with greed as he reached out and placed his hand firmly on Yang Tian’s Dantian.
He intended to use Yang Tian’s potent bloodline to refine the Great Blood Method. Naturally, Yang Tian must not be destroyed. Thus, he sought to seal Yang Tian’s Yuan Ying and capture him directly.
Eventually, Yang Tian would be cultivated into a suitable sacrificial pawn.
Imagining Mahayana Power being transformed into his personal offering, Mo Huan’s inner excitement surged, his hands moving faster!
"It’s all over!"
Luo Quan shut his eyes hopelessly as he saw Mo Huan act.
Lu Xiaofei gritted his teeth and spat bitterly, "He spoke of an ancient suppression battle, and though the battle’s remnants ceased, its lingering effects persist today."
For Di Hai and Su Youu, they felt determined to charge forward; even if it meant fighting desperately to the bitter end, they must prevent Mo Huan’s success.
Initially, it was supposed to be a brutal battle. Haha, how crude are such arrangements, almost unrecognizable!"
At this moment, Yang Tian, who had remained silent all along, suddenly lifted his head and chuckled. His aura surged dramatically, skipping past the tribulations’ early stages, directly returning to the Mahayana Era. Then he gazed straight ahead, his newfound presence suffocating Mo Huan into stunned silence. "You said who was a meal earlier."
"Who... exactly is the feast?"
Upon hearing Yang Tian’s words, Mo Huan momentarily froze in confusion.
Yet he couldn’t escape what was happening. The changes within Yang Chuan defied explanation.
Yang Chuan seemed enveloped in tremendous authority, and as Mo Huan tried to process it amid his dominance, he understood it simply couldn’t compare.
However, Yang Chuan’s sudden rise shook perceptions all around.
Even during the Doha Region’s early competitiveness, was Yang Chuan now asserting himself as an untouchable force? Amid fierce trepidation?
How had strength suddenly burgeoned?
How had Yang Chuan forcefully broken free of suppression?
How could he regain his power so instantly?
As victory appeared certain, dread blossomed upon Mo Huan’s face.
If Mark could perceive Yang Chuan’s shift clearly, others naturally would unveil it next.
Especially the sensations dominating the atmosphere, challenging Mo Huan’s authority. Among many others, an echo resonated indicating, "Chunjun... Have your abilities truly returned? What’s this madness?"
"This poses no dilemmas; resolving his survival states smoothly," said Laura smiling slyly when observing Yang Chuan.
He shattered burdens and completely shifted circumstances using clarity surrounding motives linked toward broader affairs onward.