The news of Xuan Ao's capture spread quickly.
"As expected of a beast, big head and no brain, rash and foolish."
Fan Jingxing, a pale-faced scholar wielding a mace, sneered with contempt.
In Fan Jingxing's opinion, Xuan Ao had brought this upon himself, lacking any vigilance and blundering into enemy territory like a reckless fool.
Now it was over, having been tricked and subdued before he could even unleash his strength. His defeat was truly unjust.
"Brother Fan, do you have any brilliant strategies?" Hong Qiantu asked curiously.
Fan Jingxing, full of confidence, laughed proudly, "It's simple. Just set up the Yin Wind Evil Thunder Formation around Ji Mo's courtyard, and I guarantee he'll have nowhere to be buried."
Hong Qiantu's eyelids twitched. He knew the power of the Yin Wind Evil Thunder Formation; it killed without a trace and was incredibly vicious.
If it could also harness the boundless malevolent energy from the underground White Emperor's tomb, its power would increase severalfold, likely leaving even Spirit Saint realm experts with no choice but to await their doom.
"Watch closely, and I'll show you how I deal with that brat."
Fan Jingxing flicked his sleeve and vanished from his spot.
Meanwhile, Ji Mo was lying on an iron cauldron, resting with his eyes closed. Dealing with Xuan Ao had taken quite a bit of effort.
He wanted to rest for a while before deciding how to handle the old turtle.
Just now, the old turtle had acted remarkably human and begged for mercy, making Ji Mo feel reluctant to be ruthless.
The pitiable Xuan Ao, his flesh and blood mangled, lay pressed into the mud by the iron cauldron, trembling with fear as he awaited his fate.
Fan Jingxing arrived outside the courtyard and sneered upon seeing the scene.
He circled the courtyard several times, calculating positions, and intermittently planted formation flags, beginning to set up the Yin Wind Evil Thunder Formation.
Beneath the ground, wisps of malevolent energy were guided upwards, continuously injected into the formation.
"Activate the formation!"
With everything prepared, Fan Jingxing shouted, fully activating the formation.
An eerie wind howled, lightning surged, and dark, oppressive clouds enveloped the courtyard. A suffocatingly powerful force completely covered the entire area.
"The malevolent energy of the White Emperor's tomb is indeed potent. The Yin Wind Evil Thunder Formation is even more terrifying than I anticipated. Now, let's see how I torment this Ji Mo."
Fan Jingxing formed hand seals, driving the formation.
The howling yin wind, carrying rolling evil energy, transformed into a giant python and swept towards Ji Mo in the courtyard.
The whistling yin wind, like a torrent, pulverized everything in its path into dust.
The vegetable patch was gouged into a deep trench, and large amounts of soil turned to dust.
Seeing Ji Mo, who was completely unaware of the approaching danger, Fan Jingxing's face was filled with smugness.
No matter who you are, if you get hit by this move, you'll instantly dissolve into flesh and blood, turning into a pile of white bones.
The yin wind contained a heart-palpitating power that even Fan Jingxing found terrifying. He felt that even he himself couldn't last half a second under this attack.
However, in the next second.
The smile on his face froze, and his eyeballs nearly fell out.
How could this be?
How could this happen?
The yin wind, capable of obliterating all life, swept past Ji Mo. Other than ruffling the corner of his clothes, it had no effect on him whatsoever.
Impossible, this is impossible.
Fan Jingxing found it hard to accept. He launched several more attacks, but the result was the same.
Oh, it seemed there was a slight reaction. Ji Mo tightened his clothes and turned over.
"He must have some supreme treasure like a Wind-Stabilizing Bead. It has to be that."
Fan Jingxing found a reason for himself. If he didn't have a wind-element treasure protecting him, even a Spirit Emperor level expert couldn't withstand the yin wind with their bare body.
"Since that's the case, then I'll use the malevolent lightning to blast you into oblivion."
Fan Jingxing revealed a sinister smile, his spiritual energy surging. His hands constantly shifted, forming incredibly profound hand seals.
In the air, an extremely violent force, capable of destroying heaven and earth, was condensing.
Fan Jingxing spread his fingers, and a black lightning bolt the size of a hen's egg gradually formed. Under his control, it struck Ji Mo's head.
"Now, let's see if you die."
Fan Jingxing could already see Ji Mo being charred to a crisp, his mouth splitting into a smile of excitement.
Boom.
The lightning struck Ji Mo.
And then there was nothing else.
Fan Jingxing's eyes widened, still disbelieving. He urged the malevolent lightning to strike again, this time a lightning bolt the size of a fist.
Ji Mo scratched his head, completely unharmed.
Impossible, this is absolutely impossible.
Fan Jingxing roared. He immediately bit his tongue, spitting out a mouthful of vital blood, and pushed the formation to its limits without regard for the consequences.
Subsequently, lightning bolts the size of buckets appeared incessantly, electric snakes dancing wildly, continuously bombarding Ji Mo.
The power of this level of lightning was such that even a mountain peak would likely be shaved flat.
Unfortunately, Ji Mo, apart from his long hair scattering and electric arcs running all over his body, remained completely fine.
He had once been struck by the system's Nine Heavens Divine Lightning and was already accustomed to it. How could he fear this mere malevolent lightning?
Fan Jingxing panted heavily, his aura weak, his face ashen.
Ji Mo was unaffected.
He had consumed a large amount of vital blood and was nearly at his limit.
"How could this be?"
Fan Jingxing stared intently at Ji Mo, his face filled with disbelief.
This was too bizarre. All his efforts had failed to harm Ji Mo in the slightest. It made no sense.
At this moment, Fan Jingxing was filled with deep fear. Hong Qiantu was right; this person was unfathomable and utterly invincible.
Without a word, he turned and rushed towards the sky.
"You can't just come and go as you please here. Until the master speaks, you stay put."
A mysterious, ethereal voice echoed. Fan Jingxing felt like a fly caught by a fly swatter, smashed violently into the courtyard.
In a daze, Fan Jingxing saw a colorful worm, his face filled with astonishment.
A Chaos Sacred Beast, the Nine Transformations Heavenly Silkworm!
And the Nine Transformations Heavenly Silkworm referred to itself as a subordinate, calling Ji Mo its master.
Good heavens, a congenital Chaos Sacred Beast acknowledging a master. What was Ji Mo's background?
He had actually dared to attack such a powerful being.
"Hmm, what's going on?"
Ji Mo slowly opened his eyes and saw a figure lying in the vegetable patch.
The surroundings were in disarray.
"You accursed rogue, how dare you cause trouble and ruin my vegetable patch."
Ji Mo, filled with rage, strode over and kicked Fan Jingxing a few times.
Was it easy to grow vegetables? So much of it had been destroyed.
Fan Jingxing convulsed, foaming at the mouth, smoke rising from his body. He had been electrocuted by the residual lightning and malevolent energy from Ji Mo.
Ji Mo then noticed that he himself was still emitting electric arcs, his mind filled with question marks. Had he done something wrong recently? Had the system struck him again? Why did he feel nothing?
At this moment, Fan Jingxing was filled with immense regret. He wished he had never come here, even if it meant death.
"You're with Hong Qiantu, aren't you?"
Ji Mo asked.
He had always been friendly and had never offended anyone. This person coming to cause destruction must be the work of that old scoundrel Hong Qiantu.
Fan Jingxing was dumbfounded. As expected of a master, he saw through everything and was unfathomably profound.
"You damaged my vegetable patch, so you have to pay. Otherwise, you're not leaving."
Ji Mo said coldly. This matter could not be let go so easily.
"I'll pay, I'm willing to compensate."
Hearing that he still had a chance to live, Fan Jingxing dared not say another word and quickly produced all his prized possessions.
Epic-grade weapons, various priceless formation materials, and so on.
"This is it? A pile of junk."
Ji Mo looked at the broken scraps Fan Jingxing produced, utterly disdainful. In his eyes, these things were worthless.
He had thought of letting the other party compensate a few taels of silver and be done with it. He hadn't expected that despite his well-dressed appearance, he was a pauper with nothing valuable.
He sized up Fan Jingxing's sturdy physique, stroked his chin, and revealed a lecherous smile.
"Since that's the case, then you'll pay with your body!"