Chapter 95
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Chapter 95: Killing the Sacred Soul
As one of the most talented individuals of her generation within the Mo family, Mo Chi’er was indeed remarkable in strength.
She had reached the fourth level of the Touching Heaven realm.
Even amidst the chaos of battle, she sensed danger immediately, drawing her sword in a flash. This time, however, she didn’t defend—she counterattacked, revealing her fierce nature.
But she was facing Zhang Yang.
With the ferocity of a thousand wolves, the stone pillar transformed into his divine rod. Under Zhang Yang’s overwhelming Critical Hit, Mo Chi’er’s sword shattered piece by piece, starting from the tip. The divine rod then struck her forehead, though Zhang Yang intentionally redirected the blow, reducing its force and landing it squarely on her left shoulder.
The sound of bones cracking filled the air as Mo Chi’er spat out blood and was sent flying.
Zhang Yang held the divine rod upside down and stepped forward coldly, stopping three meters in front of her. He reached into his pocket and produced the gold medal representing his identity as a Gold Medallion Appraiser.
“It’s you?!”
Mo Chi’er screamed, instantly recognizing the Gold Medallion Appraiser she had seen earlier that day—the man she had dismissed as a dog raised by the Liu family, too timid to take revenge.
In that moment, a seemingly invisible sword pierced heavily through her neck.
Xue Feishuang had arrived.
In her final moments, Mo Chi’er thought she saw Yang Xiuning, the woman she had killed that day. Her last thought was: So there truly is retribution in this world.
“Senior Sister, rest in peace,” Xue Feishuang whispered, tears streaming down her face.
Zhang Yang took her hand, softly comforting her.
By now, the Mo family could no longer hold on.
Once the three Small Boundless fighters—already heavily injured by the purple-golden Thunder Bird—were caught off guard and killed, the battle turned into a one-sided massacre.
If not for Zhang Yang’s orders to spare those without combat ability and to refrain from killing anyone under the age of ten—crippling only their dantians—the Mo family would have been completely wiped out.
Among them, Mo Lin met an especially tragic end.
After transforming into a demon, he fought fiercely against Jia Tianhe and the purple-golden Thunder Bird, but he was no match. When a Small Boundless fighter from the Golden Armored Giant Clan joined in, Mo Lin was overwhelmed. After sustaining heavy injuries and being sent flying, Yuluan charged into the fray.
Knowing the gap in realms was too vast, Yuluan wasted no time. She retrieved the Sword-Keeping Gourd and, with a single tap, released over a thousand sword energies that completely engulfed Mo Lin.
With a mournful roar, Mo Lin perished.
Meanwhile, the purple-golden Thunder Bird unleashed a storm of lightning, accelerating the slaughter of the Mo family’s remaining experts. Jia Tianhe and the others focused their efforts on assisting the Great Boundless war statue in crushing the Mo Family Ancestor’s sacred soul.
At that moment, a figure stepped out from the battlefield.
It was Mo Zhendao, the most talented genius of the Mo family’s new generation and one of the top ten rising stars of the Great Xia Empire.
“Do you dare fight me?”
He challenged Zhang Yang directly.
Zhang Yang, who had been controlling the battlefield without making many moves, felt the itch to fight.
In truth, he had no desire to act as a commander. He preferred combat but had been forced into leadership by Xue Feishuang.
With someone finally challenging him, his fighting spirit ignited.
He stretched out his hand and beckoned with his fingers.
Mo Zhendao charged forward without hesitation.
As one of the top ten rising stars of the Great Xia Empire and regarded by the Mo family as having the potential to become a sage, Mo Zhendao was indeed formidable, with extraordinary talent.
As he moved, a swirling black wind surrounded him, boosting his speed to new heights.
The sword in his hand was pitch black, resembling black gold, and shimmered with a cold, eerie light.
“Kill!”
Fueled by the bitterness of the Mo family’s destruction, Mo Zhendao unleashed a devastating strike, pouring his essence, strength, fury, and unwillingness into it—his very life force behind the blow.
With one swing, the dark glow intensified, casting a deep, ominous shadow over the battlefield.
Mo Zhendao had reached the third level of the Touching Heaven realm.
Zhang Yang looked up at him and blinked. As the sword came slicing toward him, he swung the divine rod to meet it.
This time, he was serious.
Golden light, flames, lightning, and freezing air erupted simultaneously.
He unleashed the full power of ten divine abilities.
The Xuanwu Soul Power he had obtained from the animal skins purchased earlier in the grand marketplace was now completely mastered.
With a simple, powerful swing, his divine rod came crashing down.
The sword flew from Mo Zhendao’s grasp.
The divine rod smashed into his waist, and the sickening sound of shattering bones and ruptured organs followed as Mo Zhendao was sent flying over fifty meters away.
The last words he heard in his life came from Zhang Yang.
“Who is this? So weak, yet daring to challenge me? How boring. It would’ve been more fun to fight the Seventh Prince.”
Then, Mo Zhendao fell into eternal darkness.
Zhang Yang, too, had no further opportunity to continue fighting.
His thousands of stone wolves had already battled nearly to the end and were gradually returning.
Now, only the Mo Family Ancestor’s sacred soul remained.
Even with the combined power of the five Small Boundless war statues, along with Jia Tianhe and two other Small Boundless warriors from the Golden Armored Giant Clan, they still had not been able to crush the sacred soul.
However, the Mo Family Ancestor’s sacred soul was merely struggling in its final moments.
The Soul Refining Ghost Orchid’s petals pressed down repeatedly, causing the sacred soul to destabilize and break apart, only to reform and be struck again—this cycle continued five times until the sacred soul lost the strength even to release a final wail and was completely erased.
Thus, the Mo family was annihilated.
At Zhang Yang’s command, everything belonging to the Mo family was collected; not even a single spirit stone was left behind.
As for the women and children of the Mo family, they were spared, left to survive on their own.
Then, with a wave of his hand, Zhang Yang ordered the retreat.
From the moment the first strike was launched to the end of the battle, less than a quarter of an hour had passed.
It had been simple and brutally efficient.
And yet, the depth of the Mo family was still terrifying.
For instance, they discovered that although the Mo family did not possess complete holy weapons, they did have several broken holy weapons. If Mo Ye or the ancestor’s sacred soul had wielded them, the outcome could have been unimaginably disastrous.
They also found powerful treasures that even left Xue Feishuang in awe, such as the Hellfire Seed and the Infinite Gold Rope.
There were over thirty types of forbidden laws as well, each with devastating potential, and yet none had been unleashed.
In short, the Mo family was defeated with bitterness and died with deep resentment.
In contrast, Jia Tianhe and the seven Golden Armored Giants were left astonished, marveling at how swiftly and cleanly the Mo family had been eradicated—something they had never dared to imagine before the battle.
Especially after witnessing the mountain of resources collected from the Mo family, they knelt on the spot, eager to follow Zhang Yang and even negotiated with the Golden Armored Giant Clan to join his ranks.
The war statues were collected.
Yuluan returned with Jia Tianhe and the others.
Zhang Yang put his mask back on and fastened the round gold medal of the Gold Medallion Appraiser to his chest. After straightening his robe, he was accompanied by the shadowy figure of Xue Feishuang as they made their way to the Baoyue Tower for a banquet.
In the Southern Region, there were two major intelligence organizations renowned for selling information: Baoyue Tower and Lanyue Tower.
Both had established buildings in the major towns of the Southern Region, operating as restaurants while secretly dealing in intelligence.
As a result, Baoyue Tower had become famous across the region, and its prices were notoriously high.
This banquet invitation extended to Liu Feijue was not from just anyone.
One of the hosts was Long Luanshen, the young master from the Burial Dragon Forbidden Area. It was said that chaos had erupted within the forbidden area on the day of his birth, causing the deaths of many powerful figures, and so he earned his name.
The other host was Qiu Yuwan, the young lady of Baoyue Tower, hailed as the most talented intelligence operative in the tower’s history, wielding significant authority within the organization.
When Zhang Yang arrived, the three were already engaged in lighthearted conversation.
“So this is the one from the Vast Forest? Tsk tsk, he certainly carries himself with an air, making us wait so long,” Long Luanshen remarked casually.
Qiu Yuwan smiled and added, “Still, he clearly understands the situation. Knowing that the Vast Forest’s strength alone isn’t enough, he sought out Liu brother’s support. Since Liu brother respects talent, we naturally must show our courtesy as well. Please, have a seat.”
As for Liu Feijue, he merely glanced at Zhang Yang and said, “You’re here. Sit.”
But the pride and superiority the three had displayed quickly faded as Zhang Yang took his seat without a word, poured himself a drink, and began eating. He was genuinely hungry.
His refusal to bow or offer a polite smile made the expressions of the three hosts darken.
