Zhu Qi circled in the void, emanating divine radiance all over his body with the power of the Candle Dragon Divine Horn.
He fully activated the Candle Dragon Horn, carrying infinite divine light, and attacked Ji Hanhan.
The void distorted, and crimson light filled the sky.
Plants, trees, poisonous insects, rats, and ants within tens of thousands of meters could not withstand it and were ground into powder.
Ying Menglong and the others were affected, spitting blood and being sent flying to the ground.
However, their gazes remained fixed on Ji Mo, holding their breath, wanting to know if Ji Mo could withstand such a terrifying and fatal attack.
Ji Mo's expression remained unchanged. He narrowed his eyes, and his right hand tightened his five fingers, forming a fist seal.
Then, he took a horse stance, gathered some strength, and punched towards Zhu Qi.
"Haha, are you scared silly? A mere mortal dares to block my Candle Dragon Divine Horn with his bare hands, foolish... foolish..."
Zhu Qi couldn't help but laugh maniacally.
The sharpness of the Candle Dragon Horn was such that even gods had to avoid its edge and dared not resist it with their physical bodies.
Now, the opponent was so foolish as to use his fist to block the Candle Dragon Horn, it was simply suicidal.
But then.
His pupils dilated, and he was so terrified that his eyeballs almost burst out.
The moment the fist and horn collided.
With a deafening roar, the Candle Dragon Divine Horn shattered into countless fragments, as if made of paper.
Immediately after, Zhu Qi's protective divine radiance could no longer withstand the indescribable fist energy and was instantly scattered!
Ji Mo's fist landed precisely on Zhu Qi's forehead.
At this moment, Zhu Qi felt like he was splitting apart.
"What kind of fist technique is this..."
He opened his mouth, his hoarse voice accompanied by warm dragon blood gushing out.
Then, his bones shattered inch by inch, and he died on the spot with unyielding resentment.
Ying Menglong and the others were dumbfounded, too shocked to utter a single word.
"Your Majesty, do you see? Mr. Ji is invincible. As long as we follow him, we are guaranteed to live a life of luxury."
The Fourth General was filled with awe.
Slaying a dragon in one move was truly exhilarating.
It turned out that physical strength alone could possess the power to split the heavens and earth without the need for divine abilities or spells. It was truly aspirational!
The Empress of the Underworld was continuously coughing blood. She had been severely injured by Zhu Qi earlier, and now, being affected by the aftermath, she almost couldn't hold on.
If she had the strength, she would definitely teach the Fourth General, who was turning his back on his own people, a lesson. Why was he always thinking about her submitting to outsiders?
Although Ji Mo's strength had convinced her, Ji Mo had killed Zhu Qi. Given the nature of the Candle Dragon clan, they would certainly not let it go and would do everything in their power to kill Ji Mo.
If she truly sided with Ji Mo, the Underworld would also be doomed.
"One dragon, eight birds, hahaha..."
Ji Hanhan fiddled with Zhu Qi's corpse, his saliva almost dripping out.
Indeed, what one yearns for will eventually come to pass. The heavens must have known that he wanted to eat dragon liver and specifically sent a dragon to his doorstep.
Now, he would have a feast!
He looked around and saw that Ying Menglong and the others were injured.
Especially the Empress of the Underworld, who was coughing blood incessantly, her chest heaving violently and shaking constantly. It was truly worrying.
If the fabric was not good, what if it ripped from the shaking?
Ji Hanhan took out some medicinal herbs from the Moon God Ring and directly rolled them into pills.
He quickly walked to the Empress of the Underworld's side and directly stuffed a large pill into her cherry-like mouth.
The Empress of the Underworld was startled and almost couldn't breathe.
What was being shoved into her mouth? Did he want to kill her?
"You... you bastard..."
She cursed incoherently, intending to spit it out.
"Shut up, hold it... hold it..."
Ji Mo shouted, covering her mouth.
"Mmm... Mmmph..."
The Empress of the Underworld struggled and cried out.
Suddenly.
She jolted, finally realizing that what Ji Mo had put in her mouth was extraordinary. It transformed into a surge of vital energy, nourishing her injured body.
The pill contained unimaginable medicinal power, transforming into streams of warmth that flowed into her meridians, rapidly healing her body.
The sensation was so comfortable that her muffled sounds began to change.
Ji Mo's heart fluttered, and his old face turned slightly red.
"Can you be more proper? I'm giving you genuine wound medicine. Anyone who didn't know would think I was feeding you something else."
He said righteously, quickly letting go and stepping back to avoid suspicion.
Honestly, it was just eating a herbal pill, why such a big reaction.
"Bean sprout, I'm different from her. I'm very proper."
Ying Menglong spoke, as she was also injured.
However, she couldn't help but hum, her face filled with resentment.
This was because Ji Mo had taken out silver needles and was inserting them into her body. This was also to clarify that the so-called seven-needle acupuncture last time was done like this, not what she had imagined.
The severely injured Empress of the Underworld quickly became energetic, her face filled with disbelief.
Ying Menglong, who had been needled seven times again, not only had her injuries healed but also had dragon qi surging all over her body, her blood and qi churning, and her bloodline becoming much purer.
But she wasn't happy at all, because she realized that perhaps nothing intimate had ever happened between her and Ji Mo.
Seeing Ying Menglong radiant and her aura significantly boosted, the Empress of the Underworld also felt a pang of desire, almost unable to resist asking Ji Mo to needle her a few times.
But thinking of Ji Mo's earlier words, "Can you be more proper?", she gritted her teeth in anger and couldn't bring herself to ask.
The Fourth General and Mo Lun looked on enviously, but Ji Mo had no intention of healing them.
As expected, even a simpleton would pay more attention to pretty girls. As for those stinky men, well, forget it.
The Fourth General was clever and quickly handed over the ransom he had collected earlier, finally earning himself a pill.
After consuming it, his gaze towards Ji Mo became even more fervent.
Not only were his new injuries completely healed, but his old ailments also improved significantly. If he could eat a few more, his hidden injuries would surely be cured, and he would regain his peak strength.
Mo Lun could only watch with a mournful face.
However, this guy was also very perceptive. Seeing Ji Mo begin to pack up Zhu Qi's corpse, he servilely went to help.
"It's over, this time we're in big trouble!"
The Empress of the Underworld saw this and almost fainted.
Killing Zhu Qi was not enough; they were going to eat him. If the Candle Dragon clan found out about this, they would be furious and might even destroy the Immortal Spirit Realm in their rage.
She found Ying Menglong and asked her to persuade Ji Mo to restrain himself, that the Candle Dragon was not something to be eaten!
"If he wants to eat it, then let him eat it. Are we afraid of the Candle Dragon clan?"
Ying Menglong was nonchalant, her face filled with doting. As long as Ji Mo liked it, she supported it.
However, to prevent the situation from escalating.
She still sent a message home, informing them of everything that had happened here.
This time, it was Zhu Qi who broke the covenant, and the fault lay with him. She believed that the Dragon Alliance would uphold justice.
Also, regarding the Candle Dragon clan's plot to harm her back then, they would have to pay the price.
At that time, with the Candle Dragon clan mired in trouble, they should have no energy to bother Ji Mo.