After Tan Yun'ao left the Dragon Tiger Auction House, he began plotting to settle accounts with Ji Mo.
He intended to kill him, seize his treasures, and snatch the Treasure-Bearing Snake.
After a thorough search, he finally found Ji Mo.
He also overheard the conversation between Ji Mo and Tang Xueyi.
"Tan Yun'ao."
Upon seeing Tan Yun'ao appear, Tang Xueyi was startled. She hadn't expected fate to be so cruel, bringing them together again.
"Originally, at the Dragon Tiger Auction House, if you had handed over the Treasure-Bearing Snake, I would have spared your pathetic life. I never imagined you, you bastard, would be so ungrateful. Now, I have no choice but to send you to your death."
Tan Yun'ao's face contorted with ferocity as he glared at Ji Mo, his killing intent surging like a tidal wave.
Since there was no one nearby, he no longer needed to feign civility. He revealed his ugly true colors.
In his eyes, Ji Mo and Tang Xueyi were already lambs awaiting slaughter.
"It was you, you beast, who injured Yue'er and stole the Qinglai Qin? Scum like you doesn't deserve to live."
Ji Mo stared coldly at Tan Yun'ao, his eyes burning with killing intent.
Tang Xueyi nervously clutched Ji Mo's sleeve. Tan Yun'ao was a peak Spirit Emperor; she wondered if Ji Mo could handle him.
"Tang Xueyi, I am also a man who cherishes beauty. If you are sensible and willingly become my woman, to be toyed with as I please, I will spare your life. Otherwise, you will die alongside this wretch."
Tan Yun'ao's greedy gaze fell unreservedly upon Tang Xueyi's graceful figure.
"You are shameless and vulgar!"
Tang Xueyi gritted her teeth, astonished by Tan Yun'ao's utter lack of decency.
"Ungrateful fool, then die."
Tan Yun'ao strode towards them, his eyes blazing with ferocity, his gaze sharp as a honed blade, radiating an oppressive aura that made one suffocate.
Tang Xueyi, with her shallow cultivation, could not withstand it and trembled uncontrollably.
Ji Mo shielded her behind him, blocking all wind and rain for her. The sense of unease Tang Xueyi felt immediately vanished.
Gazing at Ji Mo's tall, sturdy figure, Tang Xueyi felt an unprecedented sense of security. Ji Mo was like a colossal mountain, majestic enough to support the heavens.
"You do have some capabilities, which explains your arrogance. However, killing you is no different from crushing a mere insect to me."
Seeing Ji Mo completely disregard his oppressive aura, Tan Yun'ao showed a hint of surprise but still did not take Ji Mo seriously.
As the Holy Son of Floating Sky Mountain, a renowned cultivation genius throughout the Western Regions, and a leading figure among the younger generation, he was an invincible existence unless he encountered a true immortal realm powerhouse.
Even against a half-step true immortal, he possessed the means to win, hence his capital for looking down on everyone.
Tan Yun'ao suddenly accelerated. The ground cracked beneath his feet, and the earth itself trembled.
The surrounding buildings were affected, collapsing in an instant.
As dust clouds billowed, he transformed into a streak of light, appearing before Ji Mo in the blink of an eye.
"Trash like you, I can finish off with one move."
Tan Yun'ao laughed wildly, his right fist like a meteor hurtling towards Ji Mo's face.
However, in the next second, the arrogant smile froze on his face, replaced by utter horror.
His lightning-fast fist was blocked by Ji Mo and, to his disbelief, easily grasped by the latter.
How was this possible?
The power of this punch was enough to instantly kill an ordinary Emperor realm expert, yet it had not inflicted the slightest harm on Ji Mo.
"Soft and powerless. Is this all you have, thinking you could finish me with one punch?"
Ji Mo felt no threat whatsoever. This beast was indeed weakened by wine and women; his fist was soft and limp, devoid of any strength.
Tan Yun'ao panicked, desperately trying to pull his fist back, but it remained unmoving. Ji Mo's wrist strength was unbelievably terrifying.
This was beyond the scope of human capability!
"Was it with this hand that you injured Yue'er?"
*Crack...*
Ji Mo squeezed hard and then twisted.
Tan Yun'ao's entire right arm shattered, becoming a twisted mess of bone and flesh.
"Ah..."
Tan Yun'ao's face contorted in agony as he let out a piercing wail.
Ji Mo delivered another kick, caving in Tan Yun'ao's chest. He spat out a mouthful of blood and was sent flying dozens of meters away.
Tang Xueyi covered her cherry-like lips with her hands, too shocked to speak.
Tan Yun'ao, a peak Spirit Emperor, was utterly vulnerable in Ji Mo's hands, unable to offer even the slightest resistance.
Just how strong was Mr. Ji?
Tan Yun'ao crashed heavily onto the ground, his body gouging a trench in the street. His chest was deeply sunken, his ribs almost entirely shattered.
He coughed up large amounts of blood foam, his face filled with dread. He had thought Ji Mo was a mere crawling insect, only to realize he was a colossal dragon.
He quickly retrieved various life-saving pills from his spatial ring, not caring about the cost, and stuffed them into his mouth. He then shouted, "Ji Mo, you are dead. How dare you injure me? My Floating Sky Mountain will not let you go. Heaven and earth are vast, but there is no place for you in the Xuanling Realm."
"Whether I die or not, I don't know, but you will soon be kicking the bucket."
Ji Mo strode towards Tan Yun'ao, completely unfazed by his threats.
What the hell was Floating Sky Mountain? Ji Mo was determined to take Tan Yun'ao's life, and not even the King of Heaven could save him.
"Do you think you can truly kill me?"
After consuming a large amount of pills, his injuries stabilized, and Tan Yun'ao managed to get back on his feet.
*Clang!*
He took out a bright yellow Emperor Armor from his spatial ring and put it on, while also grasping an Emperor Weapon in his left hand.
As expected of the Holy Son of Floating Sky Mountain, he was wealthy and powerful, immediately producing two dream-like pieces of equipment.
If his right hand hadn't been crippled, he might have been able to retrieve another Emperor Weapon.
As the Holy Son of Floating Sky Mountain, Tan Yun'ao was naturally not a mere glutton. He immediately activated a secret technique, suppressing his injuries and temporarily restoring his peak combat power.
Clad in Emperor Armor and wielding an Emperor Weapon, he was confident he could kill even a half-step true immortal.
"Die for me."
The Emperor Weapon in Tan Yun'ao's hand was a Nine-Section Whip. Under his full exertion, it unleashed a dazzling radiance, like a flood dragon soaring into the sky.
As the Nine-Section Whip danced, the void trembled, and fierce winds swept out, attempting to shred Ji Mo.
Ji Mo did not dodge. With a raise of his hand, he grabbed the Nine-Section Whip and, with a forceful tug, tore it into several pieces.
Tearing an Emperor Weapon with his bare hands!
Tan Yun'ao's eyes widened, his eyeballs nearly popping out.
Was this guy even human?
When he attacked, his body showed no spiritual energy fluctuations. Relying solely on his physical strength, he had actually ripped apart an Emperor Weapon.
Then, to his even greater disbelief, Ji Mo unleashed a palm strike. The Emperor Armor on his body was covered in cracks and shattered into pieces.
Tan Yun'ao's mind went blank, and then he felt his body lighten. He was grabbed by Ji Mo and slammed forcefully into the ground.
A human-shaped pit appeared on the ground.
Tan Yun'ao felt as if all his bones had been dislocated, and even his internal organs were riddled with cracks. Blood continuously flowed from his mouth and nose.
He had used the Nether-Piercing Palm on Yue'er, intending to cause her internal organs to decay and die. Little did he know that karma would come full circle, and now he was about to be smashed to death by Ji Mo, his internal organs shattered.
"Spare my life! I am willing to return the Qinglai Qin and provide appropriate compensation to that girl. I will agree to anything you want. Please, don't kill me."
Feeling the threat of death, Tan Yun'ao's arrogance vanished completely. He spoke in a subservient tone, begging for mercy and willing to agree to any conditions.
"I only want your life."
Ji Mo lifted Tan Yun'ao again and smashed him down with all his might.