Chapter 773

Chapter 773: Mo Tianxiao’s Strike

Ye Yun watched two small shadows emerge from the burning magma and chuckled, "So these are beast kings? No wonder Mo Tianxiao resents losing. Even I’d struggle to accept defeat against such foes."

Mo Tianxiao glared at the two beast kings before him, suppressing his excitement. "You vermin think you can overpower me? If not for your tricks with demon energy disrupting my true qi, I’d never have fallen for your ambush!"

One golden-nosed rat demon sneered, "You refuse to admit defeat, yet we fight fairly. We wield demon energy just as you wield Immortal artifacts. By rights, we’re at greater disadvantage." It bared yellowed teeth. "But since you’ve exhausted your tricks, prepare to die!"

"Seventh Level pests remain pests!" Mo Tianxiao taunted, provoking the seething rat kings. Despite their rage, they hesitated—human geniuses often turned traps against their makers.

The second rat king screeched, "Enough words!" Transforming into fiery light, it charged. Mo Tianxiao’s smile vanished as an Immortal Sword materialized before him, its flawless blade radiating lethal intent. The beast king faltered but surged forward, fur blazing.

"Pathetic," Ye Yun muttered. Stepping from the Deceptive Array, his Purple Shadow Divine Sword unleashed teal arcs. The strike drained his true qi but sent the rat king reeling.

"Ancestor’s power crushes resistance," Ye Yun observed as the beast king shuddered under soul pressure. Its fur stood erect, resisting the invisible force. "Futile."

The Ancestor’s voice echoed, "A Seventh Level mouse defies me?" The pressure intensified until the creature collapsed with final whimpers.

Meanwhile, Mo Tianxiao’s sword pierced the fleeing second rat king, cleaving it midair. "Too merciful," he grumbled, watching half the corpse sink into magma. A follow-up strike ignited the lava, ensuring no remnants survived.

"Thanks for handling one," Mo Tianxiao said, sheathing his sword. "Two against one felt… undignified."

Ye Yun shrugged. "Barely broke a sweat." Though Born as a Sword drained him, his true qi replenished swiftly. Only the Ancestor’s soul power had waned.

The Ancestor chuckled, "This old man’s recovered enough. Seventh Level pests barely tire me."

"Let’s leave Nine Demons Burning," Mo Tianxiao said, pocketing the golden noses. "Eighth Level beast kings lurk here." He grinned, imagining the Immortal Dao Sect’s rewards—heavenly materials to fuel his ascent to Eighth Level Earth Immortal realm.

Nearby, Ye Yun checked on Qing Li. Her veil hid features that briefly dazed Mo Tianxiao. "Even a Golden Core succubus affects me?" he muttered, shaking his head.

"Remember the aura-concealing technique in Lingxiao City," Ye Yun reminded her.

"Mastered it," Qing Li replied. She marveled at how easily demonic energy adapted to human cultivation methods.

As they ascended, Qing Li stepped onto solidified air, heart racing. Flying—her childhood dream—now bordered her grasp. She glanced at Ye Yun, grateful yet wistful. Her clan’s fate flashed through her mind: Lord Qingluo’s betrayal, the Demon King’s wrath, her escape via ancient array. The Succubus Clan’s legacy rested solely on her—a burden she shelved for survival.

Mo Tianxiao watched Ye Yun manipulate spatial laws. "Teleportation? I thought swordsmanship was your only talent."

"Merely escape tricks," Ye Yun deflected. "To Lingxiao City—I need puppet materials."

"Since when do sword masters craft puppets?" Mo Tianxiao laughed, spirits high. Two Seventh Level kills meant rare rewards without significant exertion—unlike his Qi Refining days of chopping wood for spirit stones.

"Immortal Dao Sect’s equality doctrine breeds weak geniuses," he mused aloud. "Other sects spoil their talents."

Ye Yun recalled Shui Lingling complaining about menial tasks. "Yet crowds flock here. Why?"

"The chance to walk alongside geniuses," the Ancestor interjected. "Other sects let elites trample commoners. Here, all grind equally—geniuses included."

Mo Tianxiao sighed. "Grind indeed." He eyed his loot, calculating advancement to Eighth Level. At that tier, even sealed Eighth Level beast kings would fall.

The Ancestor whispered to Ye Yun, "Watch him. Reaching Eighth Level so young? That boy’s either destined for greatness… or an early grave."

Ye Yun observed Mo Tianxiao’s determined gaze. Whether genius or fool, time would tell.