Chapter 99
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Chapter 99: Savage
Gone!
These three words struck the three confident individuals like a sudden blow.
They had thought everything was under their control, only to find that another problem had arisen.
If they hadn’t considered earlier that Zhang Yang might truly have the audacity to destroy the Mo family, now, with their own efforts failing to handle him, frustration consumed them.
Especially Liu Feijue, who stood up in anger and declared, “Unbelievable! I refuse to accept that a mere Zhang Yang is beyond my reach. I will find him and force him to confront the Mo family. I’ll make him put on a show, watch him cry and beg for mercy. He’s nothing more than a dog to me!”
Then he added, “My friends, let’s wait and watch that clown’s performance together. I’ll invite you both when the time comes.”
With that, he left alongside Lou Pingfan.
This marked the beginning of his pursuit.
As they watched him leave, Qiu Yuwan and Long Luanshen both smiled.
“Angering Young Master Liu means Zhang Yang is doomed,” Qiu Yuwan remarked.
Long Luanshen scoffed, “Ignorant fool. He’s bound to suffer.”
The two of them still looked down on Zhang Yang, remaining utterly confident, as if they sat high above, viewing him as nothing more than a performer sent to amuse them.
Mo Family Estate
Mo City was entirely under the Mo family’s control. The members gathered that night were not all of them; many others were still scattered across the city, handling various affairs.
When those inside the Mo Family Estate were slaughtered, and the survivors had their dantian destroyed, they howled in fury and rushed back.
Some immediately sent out special carrier pigeons to alert the Mo family experts stationed at the Nightstone Mine.
When the city guards and Da Xuan Sect arrived, they swiftly took control of the Mo Family Estate.
Soon after, they received secret information confirming that Zhang Yang was responsible. Without hesitation, they declared they would capture and kill him.
That night, Mo City was destined for chaos.
Many forces sprang into action.
The Mo family’s influence extended into every corner of Mo City, and they were confident that finding Zhang Yang would be simple. Even the two major intelligence organizations, Embrace Moon Tower and Moon Grasp Tower, could not rival the Mo family’s reach within the city.
During this time, someone from the Nightstone Mine arrived.
Four Small Boundless guardians escorted a man in a cloak.
Upon his arrival, he headed directly for the Mo Family Ancestral Ground.
The ancestral ground was in disarray.
Those who had gathered dared not step inside, knowing it was the Mo family’s most sacred place. Even in its damaged state, they wouldn’t risk acting recklessly.
The cloaked man instructed the others to wait outside, leaving the four Small Boundless guardians stationed at the entrance.
Extending his hand—fair as jade, smooth like carved stone—he pinched a dark bead between his fingers.
Black mist emerged from his fingertips, seeping into the bead. It began to roll violently, emitting strands of dim light that spread over the entire ancestral ground.
With his left hand, he formed a strange seal and pressed it firmly against the bead. The bead trembled intensely, releasing a low buzzing sound.
Boom!
The Mo Family Ancestral Ground collapsed instantly, flattening completely. Faint, hair-like glimmers rose from the ground, swirling around the dark bead without dispersing.
As these glimmers were fully absorbed into the bead, a faint, blurry figure unexpectedly coalesced on its surface.
It was unmistakably the sacred soul of the Mo Family Ancestor.
The dazed sacred soul hovered around the dark bead, continuously absorbing the lingering essences nurtured within the ancestral ground. Gradually, it regained awareness, its gaze becoming sharp and clear.
“So it was you who brought me back? Very well. I shall grant you unimaginable blessings,” the sacred soul said.
The cloaked man laughed softly. “I came precisely for those unimaginable blessings. And that blessing… is you.”
He suddenly opened his mouth, releasing a strange and eerie sound, as if voices echoed from the depths of hell.
Buzz!
The dark bead erupted with terrifying light, instantly enveloping the sacred soul and incinerating it.
“You dare incinerate me?!” the sacred soul roared in fury.
The cloaked man chuckled. “You are my unimaginable blessing. Why else would I have gone through the trouble of reassembling your shattered soul if not to consume you?”
The sacred soul raged, struggling wildly. However, it was already broken, and the weak holy light it emitted could only make the bead tremble slightly, stirring a gust of wind that lifted the cloaked man’s hood, revealing his face.
“You…”
The sacred soul managed to see him clearly just before it was completely refined by the bead.
The cloaked man inhaled deeply, drawing in a pure stream of light from the bead.
He chewed it slowly, and immediately streams of radiant energy surged over him, as if supreme holy light was refining his body, continuously strengthening and enhancing him.
Closing his eyes, he moaned softly. “So comfortable.”
As the light faded, his aura surged to more than double its previous level. His eyes gleamed, as deep and endless as the night sky.
At that moment, a Small Boundless expert arrived to report.
“Your Highness, the Fourth Prince has arrived.”
The man lifted his head, his handsome face illuminated by the hazy moonlight.
It was Mu Shaoyang, the Seventh Prince.
“Fourth Brother certainly rushed here quickly,” the Seventh Prince mused. “Did he hear about my defeat in the Vast Forest and come to gloat?”
He closed his eyes briefly and cracked his neck.
“How unfortunate for him to witness the Mo family’s destruction. I’m sure he’s here to mock me again.”
A cold smile curled on his lips. “Tell him to meet with me alone.”
The Small Boundless expert acknowledged the order and left.
Not long after, a young man who resembled the Seventh Prince by thirty to forty percent approached.
Dressed in a yellow robe, he walked like an emperor, exuding an aura of dragons and tigers. The stars seemed to swirl and soar around him, as if the night sky itself draped his figure.
He was the Fourth Prince, Mu Zhaoyang, one of the most renowned princes among the many offspring of the current emperor of the Great Xia. Like the Seventh Prince, he was also a formidable contender for the throne.
“Seventh Brother doesn’t come to welcome his Fourth Brother and instead chooses to meet me here. Are you admitting defeat?” the Fourth Prince asked with a smile. “The insignificant Mo family has been destroyed, and their ancestral ground flattened. While that’s a bit of a setback for you, surely it isn’t enough to make you consider retreat. That would truly disappoint me. I thought you were a worthy opponent.”
With his back turned, the Seventh Prince replied, “Fourth Brother, you certainly are quick. Did you already know what was coming and hide in Mo City, waiting for the chance to stir up trouble?”
The Fourth Prince responded casually, “Come now, Seventh Brother, don’t speak so bluntly. It’s true I arranged for the Liu family to interfere. Aren’t they always claiming to be the first family in the Southern Region? Stirring up some trouble for you sounded quite entertaining. Unfortunately, someone even more eager struck first and wiped out the Mo family. What a disappointment.”
The Seventh Prince slowly turned to face him. A cold smile crept onto his face, his white teeth flashing, and a chilling aura surrounding him.
“Fourth Brother,” he said, “tell me—if I killed you right here, could I pin the blame on Zhang Yang?”
“Hahaha…”
The Fourth Prince laughed as if he’d just heard the most ridiculous joke.
The Seventh Prince laughed as well, though his smile only sharpened as his gaze locked on the exposed neck of the Fourth Prince. Without warning, he lunged forward, giving the Fourth Prince no time to react, and bit down on his neck.
Crunch!
The throat was severed.
The Fourth Prince trembled, his face drained of color, his eyes wide with disbelief. He could hardly fathom that the Seventh Prince would dare to attack him so viciously.
In an instant, the Fourth Prince collapsed, his lifeless body drained of blood.
The Seventh Prince raised his head, his face splattered with blood, his sharp teeth exposed as he nervously twisted his neck.
“Your blood is truly delicious,” he muttered. “With the blood of my own kin, I might just refine my bloodline and reclaim the true ancestry of the Mu family.”
The Fourth Prince’s eyes stared in disbelief, unable to comprehend how someone like him—who had aspired to become the emperor of Great Xia and even dreamed of achieving sainthood—could meet such a gruesome end.
Leaning close to the Fourth Prince’s ear, the Seventh Prince whispered, “Fourth Brother, let me share a little secret. I am the world-destroying demon.”
