Chapter 426

Chapter 426: Annihilating the Netherworld

Upon hearing this, Mo Qianxun chuckled darkly, "Excellent!"

He then barked forward, "Enough squabbling! You two shall duel immediately. No interference allowed – life and death decided here!"

Within the Small Thousand World, the quarreling Fang Lie and others froze momentarily. Fang Lie quickly regained composure, grinning fiercely, "Fine! Junior Sister, Junior Brother Ming Yue – step back and witness me exterminate this vermin!"

"Very well," Mo Lanyun reluctantly conceded, retreating backward.

Young Taoist Ming Yue bounced excitedly, shouting, "Senior Brother! Let’s see your glorious might!" before scrambling away.

Others hastily cleared the area too. Neither righteous nor demonic forces dared disobey the Semi-Immortal’s decree.

Mo Qianxun added fuel, "Fang Lie – this whelp’s sire led the assault that killed your father!"

Fang Lie’s murderous intent exploded from eightfold to twelvefold. Baring teeth, he growled, "Sect Leader… no objections if I crush this trash?"

Though thirsting for vengeance, Fang Lie hesitated – millions of common families’ lives hung on this operation. Losing one warrior might unleash the demon disaster. Yet if consequences were light…

Mo Qianxun snickered, "We’ve two extra chiefs now. Spare warriors aplenty. Useless fools like this? Expendable."

"HAH! Understood!" Fang Lie roared, "Scum! Come meet your doom!"

The Ghost Realm Patriarch shot Mo Qianxun a venomous glare, bellowing, "Slay him at any cost! Riches await!"

"By your will!" The Ghost Realm Sect disciple initially balked – pre-battle duels wasted strength needed for slaughtering demons and claiming rewards. But the Patriarch’s promise changed everything. Even skipping the main operation, Semi-Immortal favors meant endless prosperity!

Resolve hardened, he screamed, "Fang Lie brat! DIE!"

The Netherworld Ghost Fire’s maw vomited a 200-zhang inferno toward the Earth’s Magnetic Force Warship.

Bystanders frowned. "Netherworld Ghost Fire’s strong, but Earth’s Magnetic Light counters it! What’s this fool thinking?"

"Can’t even scratch Fang Lie’s defenses! Madman!"

"Perhaps fearing Mo Sect’s retaliation if Fang Lie dies? Half-hearted effort?"

"Patriarch’s watching! He’d be punished for holding back. Must have tricks!"

Meanwhile, outer realm observers wore knowing smirks.

"Cunning pup! The ghost fire’s mere distraction – ten Thunder Tribulation Immortal-forged Netherworld Thunder Pearls hide within!"

"Simultaneous detonation could wound even unprepared Immortals! Risky gambit!"

"True Ghost Realm Sect core disciple! Ruthlessly decisive – boundless prospects!"

Demonic Path Thunder Tribulation Immortals lavished praise, buttering up the Ghost Realm Patriarch.

The preening Patriarch kept eyes locked on Mo Qianxun, prepared to sever communication lines instantly should warnings be uttered.

Because this trick could only work by catching Fang Lie off guard. As Mo Sect’s representative, Fang Lie surely carried many treasures. Had he been warned and taken them out, the scheme might’ve failed—but since he didn’t realize it now, disaster awaited him!

What puzzled the Ghost Realm Patriarch was Mo Qianxun’s lack of concern. The man just smiled, fanning himself with a feather fan as if utterly confident in Fang Lie.

In truth, Mo Qianxun had every reason to trust Fang Lie. Knowing Fang Lie’s deep respect for his father, Mo Qianxun understood he’d strike without hesitation against his enemy’s son. The Ghost Realm Sect disciple’s trickery seemed laughable to him.

As expected, events unfolded exactly as the cunning Mo Qianxun predicted.

Fang Lie wasted no time on drawn-out combat. He attacked with his full strength from the start!

With a flick of his sleeve, he hurled a golden-crowned armored man toward the giant green fireball.

The fireball loomed, moments from obliterating the armored man—when suddenly, a golden monk emerged from the man’s forehead. Clasping his hands, the monk calmly chanted, "Amitābha."

An invisible force erupted instantly. The massive Netherworld Ghost Fire burst like a bubble, its destruction spreading rapidly until it reached the fire’s source.

The Seventh-rank large treasure weapon—rivaling Eighth-rank treasures—shattered completely. Both artifact and its contents were reduced to dust by the terrifying power.

The golden figure faded slightly but didn’t vanish, retreating into the armored man’s forehead. The armored man then flew back to the Earth’s Magnetic Force Warship, retrieved by Fang Lie.

Only then did the stunned crowd recover.

"Heavens! Was that the Semi-Immortal divine skill Tianlong Chant from Great Thunder Sound Temple’s Master Tianlong?"

"I’d heard Fang Lie captured Master Tianlong’s bastard son—who carried this skill—but thought it rumors! Yet it’s true!"

"Semi-Immortals are terrifying! A mere shadow’s chant destroyed a Seventh-rank treasure? If the master himself acted…"

"Fool! Skills gifted to others are weaker. This was made for his son—of course it’s stronger!"

"No wonder Fang Lei feared nothing! That Ghost Realm Sect disciple must be mad to provoke him!"

As disciples buzzed, the Ghost Realm Patriarch’s face darkened. "Since when does Great Thunder Sound Temple freely give Semi-Immortal skills to outsiders?" he sneered.

Bai Lian Chan Master from the temple flushed but stayed silent, unwilling to confront a Semi-Immortal.

Mo Qianxun cut in, "Ghost Realm Patriarch, the match is settled?"

Though resentful, the Patriarch tossed out a foot-long black sword dripping with Demonic Energy.

Gasps erupted. "That’s Qingming! East Kunlun’s late Elder Qingmingzi’s life-bound flying sword!"

"So the rumors of his death by demons were true!"

"An Eighth-rank sword with potential to reach High-Grade… now half-corrupted. Purifying its Demonic Energy would take centuries!"

The East Kunlun Sword God’s murderous gaze locked onto the Patriarch. By surrendering an East Kunlun treasure to Mo Sect, the Patriarch had publicly humiliated them.

Bound by the righteous-demonic alliance’s truce, the Sword God stayed his hand—for now.

Smirking, the Patriarch thought, *Enjoy your prize, Mo Qianxun. Return it, and I’ll claim you fear East Kunlun. Keep it, and you insult them. Either way, strife follows.*

But Mo Qianxun simply floated the sword to the Sword God. "Senior Brother," he said mildly, "I need Star Gold for a project. Care to trade?"