Chapter 635: Mao Si's Power (Two-in-One)

Outside Old Sin City, the crowd stared at the man who had suddenly appeared before them, momentarily stunned.

It wasn't fear, nor was it shock. It was just... pure, simple dumbfoundedness.

It was as if an ancient general had led a massive army across mountains and rivers, pushing from his own doorstep straight to the gates of the enemy capital, poised to launch the final siege.

But at that moment, a single person marched out of the city, alone and unarmed, shouting that they were doomed, that they never should have come, and that every last one of them was going to die here.

That was exactly how the crowd felt right now.

Until the man across from them moved.

The paintbrush in his hand flew, ink blooming under the moonlight to conjure an entire landscape.

Within the landscape rested a city bathed in the light of a setting sun. Armored warhorses and iron weapons stood before its gates; behind them lay countless living beings and a myriad of mortal scenes.

Those strokes of ink that had previously existed only on a flat plane now seemed to come alive. Mountains, rivers, marketplaces, alleys, soldiers, banners... countless figures surged before the crowd, entirely flooding the sky above Old Sin City.

At this moment, Yan Jing seemed like a descending deity, using Azure Heaven as his canvas and all living things as his brush, painting everything in existence with his ink.

Rumble—

The river of ink instantly swallowed the crowd.

Countless low-tier figures struggled and screamed as they thrashed in the river, unwilling to be drowned by the illusory myriad scenes of life, but...

This was power originating from the Tenth Tier.

And it wasn't an ordinary Tenth Tier.

In an instant, several entities were thoroughly submerged in the torrent, swept away by the surging waters.

Buzz—

A small number of Tenth Tier entities barely managed to survive in the river. They deployed their respective methods, weird energy surging around them, yet they still couldn't advance a single step through those waters.

"Don't panic!"

Someone shouted, "We must stand united! His weird energy can't be endless! A technique like this consumes far too much! Everyone, direct your weird energy to one spot as much as possible!"

With those words, the panicking entities finally seemed to find an anchor. Everyone converged their weird energy toward the same area, conjuring a massive barrier that finally managed to fend off the torrent's assault.

"We held it..."

Someone breathed a sigh of relief.

The crowd looked up at the figure hovering in the air, wielding his paintbrush, their eyes revealing a faint mix of anticipation and hatred.

No one possessed infinite weird energy. No matter how much weird energy the man had, he was ultimately just one person.

Meanwhile, they had over ten Tenth Tier combatants on their side.

The moment his weird energy ran dry, he would enter their domain.

They would swarm him without hesitation and tear the man to pieces.

...

...

Mao Si looked up at the sky.

Looking at the overlapping figures in the air, which resembled a heavenly palace, he smiled.

"Mr. Luo has started."

Yan Jing then turned his gaze to the nine people opposite him and flashed a wide grin.

"It's our turn."

"Outside is just a petty squabble. We are the main event."

"..."

The Mechanical Emperor turned and walked toward the outside of the city.

"You guys handle him. I'll go take out Luo Sheng."

"I'm coming with you."

The Earth Saint also turned around.

Neither of them had any interest in the Mao Si standing before them.

To the two of them, the Luo Sheng outside was the real threat.

But in the next second.

Their eyes narrowed as they looked at the Mao Si in front of them.

"Where are you going?"

Yan Jing smiled as a massive beast's claw descended from the sky, viciously slamming into the spot where the two stood.

Boom—

Weird energy surged wildly around the Mechanical Emperor. The beast's claw was blocked mid-air by an invisible chassis. Ripples spread outward, instantly destroying the surrounding space.

The Earth Saint charged forward. The ground beneath Yan Jing's feet instantly caved in, trapping him in the center of a massive pit while the surrounding peaks of earth ruthlessly crushed inward.

Rumble!!!

The earth crumpled into a ball, forming a mountain peak several thousand meters high. Chen Mo and the others watched this scene coldly, knowing that from this moment on, the battle was over.

Taking a direct hit from a move like that, their opponent would be severely injured even if he survived.

Smoke filled the air, and dust billowed. The crowd stared fixedly at the mountain peak, waiting to see if Yan Jing could break free from it.

"Who are you looking for?"

A voice fell like a clap of thunder. The crowd spun around in horror, only to see Yan Jing standing on the shoulder of the Old Man from the Immortal Anomaly, smiling faintly.

"So you were looking for me."

The next instant, sharp claws descended. Driven by surging spatial power, they left a thin line of blood across the Old Man's neck.

Pfft—

Blood sprayed out like a fountain, blooming into flowers upon the ground.

The Old Man clutched his neck and, without any hesitation, produced a jade pendant from his hand.

"Immortal Emperor—"

He lowered his head in shock, only to find that the pale green dragon-patterned jade pendant in his hand had vanished.

Yan Jing sat on top of Shi Sanchuan's head, tossing the jade pendant back and forth in his hand.

"Immortal Emperor what?"

He looked at the Old Man, but the Old Man could no longer speak.

Without that Immortal Emperor artifact, he was simply too weak. The bloody scratch Yan Jing had left on his neck now turned into a gaping maw. Blood frantically gushed out, cutting off his voice.

"Gurgle—"

He reached out and pressed against his own neck. Weird energy surged madly as he tried to heal the wound.

But in the next second, a flash of light swept past, and his hand fell to the ground as well.

Yan Jing placed his hand on top of Shi Sanchuan's head.

"I know your younger brother, so I'll give you two a chance."

"Take those two stinky old men from your family and hide off to the side right now, and we'll leave it at that."

"Otherwise—"

Before Yan Jing's voice even faded, Chen Mo's figure appeared above him.

Tremendous force emerged, crashing down heavily.

It was the Bloodline of Strength from the Third Sibling of the Chen Family, now absorbed by Chen Mo.

The terrifying power instantly crushed the space ahead. The figures of Yan Jing and Shi Sanchuan appeared together in the distance.

Looking at the shell-shocked Shi Sanchuan, Yan Jing sneered, grabbed him by the collar, and hurled him toward the horizon.

"A Ninth Tier dares to join the fun?"

"I've really had enough."

He turned his head and looked at Shi Yicheng nearby.

Shi Yicheng immediately understood. Without hesitation, he grabbed the two Coffins and walked off into the distance.

Yan Jing was just about to clap when, in the next instant, earth-barrier-like protrusions rose around him, enclosing him within.

"His abilities are related to space. This won't trap him," the Mechanical Emperor stated coldly. The Earth Saint, however, gave a vicious smile.

"There are plenty of ways."

The next second, countless layers of earth rose all around.

Layer by layer, block by block, they surrounded and engulfed each other, rising higher than the clouds in the sky and growing thicker than nearly half of Old Sin City.

Films of light appeared, keeping the buildings from collapsing. Aside from that, everything else was destroyed in an instant.

Even space abilities required a place to land. In such a short time, the Earth Saint had sealed off nearly all possible landing spots. He was confident the opponent couldn't escape.

"Good morning."

In a narrow space, Yan Jing appeared right at the Chief Conductor's chest.

"Sorry, sorry."

Yan Jing stood on that rather ample chest, scratching his head in embarrassment.

"I had no choice. There aren't many places left to land. Can I hang out here with you for a bit?"

"..."

Frost welled up in the Chief Conductor's eyes.

She hadn't expected the enemy to dare offend her in such a manner.

In her hand, the model train roared.

It sounded just like a train blowing its whistle as it approached a station.

Faintly, a train came speeding from the distance. It seemed to exist in a different spatial dimension, alternating between reality and illusion, effortlessly passing through the thick layers of earth to charge straight at them.

"You're also on the Space Pathway."

Yan Jing was somewhat pleasantly surprised.

"It just so happens there are some things I don't quite understand."

The Chief Conductor's gaze grew colder. In the very instant the train was about to crash into them both, her figure vanished from her original spot and reappeared within another layer of earth.

But she hadn't expected Yan Jing to follow her there.

He looked surprisingly relaxed, his paws planted firmly on her chest as he smiled.

"It's true. I think we can swap some notes. At the very least, I can spare your life."

"Insolent!"

Weird energy surged around the Chief Conductor. She drove the train even faster, almost causing it to skip and jump through space.

She kept blinking constantly, adjusting her position time and again. Each time, she warped away when she was only a hair's breadth from the train.

At this high frequency, if Yan Jing failed to keep up even once, he would be instantly smashed to pieces by the train.

This train was the treasure of the Train Conductor.

It belonged to a Demigod.

She didn't think this disgusting cat could withstand a single hit.

But...

Several minutes later, looking at Yan Jing clinging to her chest, her eyes gradually filled with shock and doubt.

What on earth was with this cat?

Thinking this, she gritted her teeth hard and pinpointed the exact moment the train arrived to blink once more.

This time, she cut the timing even closer.

She didn't leave Yan Jing any time to react.

It was an extremely risky move that might even drag her down with him. However, just to kill the cat in front of her, she felt the risk was worth it.

But...

Yan Jing yawned.

The Chief Conductor froze. Looking at the transparent barrier that had appeared around her at some point, she realized in horror that, for some reason, she hadn't blinked away.

She had no time to react.

She raised her head one last time to look at the train before her body suddenly shattered into pieces.

Yan Jing smiled faintly and looked at the surrounding layers of earth.

"This technique isn't bad. I should definitely learn it."

He also had the ability to control the earth and felt the Earth Saint's move was highly valuable as a reference.

The next instant, he blinked again, appearing right in front of Chen Mo.

"I know you."

The space the two occupied was extremely narrow. Yan Jing and Chen Mo were separated by only a few fist-lengths.

Yan Jing smiled.

"You are Mr. Chen's older brother."

"This is good. Very good. I'll spare your life."

"Ha." Chen Mo burst into laughter, acting as if he'd just heard the funniest joke in the world.

His messy silver-white hair trembled with his amusement.

"Spare my life? What the hell are you? And what the hell is he?"

He took a massive step forward, six streaks of fire igniting behind him.

One was as dazzling as the stars, one as scorching as magma, one as weightless as a breeze, one as mysterious as a rune, one as heavy as meteoric iron, and one as pure as moonlight.

The six powers reflected off each other, seemingly originating from the same root and blending seamlessly together.

In a sense, they truly were powers from the same root. These powers had all come from Chen Mo's biological siblings—the bloodline powers of the six brothers and sisters who had died in this Blood War were now gathered entirely within Chen Mo.

They merged into a single punch.

This punch carried an unquestionable dominance. As it fell, it sought to annihilate every entity in its path.

Boom!!!

Chen Mo smiled faintly. He was confident that his opponent couldn't withstand this punch.

Sure enough, in the next instant...

A figure plummeted into the bottomless stratum under the weight of the falling punch.

The thick layers of earth seemed to have been blasted open for tens of thousands of meters.

The figure thus plummeted tens of thousands of meters until he finally disappeared.

Chen Mo sneered. His figure flickered as he gave chase, preparing to deliver the final blow.

But when he caught up, the figure before him wasn't that annoying black cat.

Instead, it was a muscular man in a tank top and shorts.

At this moment, the Earth Saint had a bloody hole in his chest larger than a bowl. Blood dripped patter-patter from the top of the hole to the bottom, looking like a rather meager waterfall.

The Earth Saint raised his head and glared at Chen Mo, murderous intent erupting in his eyes!

"You fucking idiot!"

He clapped his hands together viciously, and the surrounding passage instantly narrowed, vanishing into nothingness.

Even his own foothold vanished completely.

Chen Mo felt as if the entire ground had slammed violently into him, causing him to spit out a mouthful of blood.

Meanwhile, the Earth Saint's figure completely merged into the surrounding earth, and then...

The surrounding earth surged! Another strike!

Pfft!!!

Chen Mo scrambled forward desperately, only to see layers of despair-inducing dirt with absolutely no end in sight.

Weird energy surged around him as he struggled to obliterate the surrounding soil, trying to lock onto the Earth Saint's figure. But he couldn't find him at all. Soon, fresh layers of earth closed in on him, seemingly endless.

Before long, he was covered in injuries. The weird energy inside him gradually neared depletion, and his life hung by a thread.

Just when he fell into despair, suddenly...

His vision blurred.

Light—dazzling light blinded him, making him instinctively squint.

Was he out?

He made it out?!

In disbelief, Chen Mo touched his hands and face.

Immediately, the ecstasy of surviving a disaster swept through his entire body.

He leaned back and took huge gulps of fresh air.

But just then, a familiar voice rang in his ear.

"Second Brother?"

The voice was as raspy as coarse sandpaper, laced with a hint of confusion and disbelief.

However, upon hearing it, Chen Mo shuddered violently.

He scrambled up, finally getting a clear look at his surroundings.

This was a cramped room. Gathered around a round table were an old man, someone in a tiger mask, and a figure he couldn't be more familiar with. They sat together with pens and paper, seemingly discussing something.

Chen Nian looked at Chen Mo, blinked, and suddenly burst into laughter.

"I understand now. It seems you were sent here by someone, Second Brother."

With that said, Chen Nian stood up and walked toward Chen Mo.

"What... what are you doing?! Chen Nian! Fifth Brother! Don't take advantage of my weakness! Isn't that what you hate the most?! Do you want the tragedy from back then to repeat itself?!"

Chen Mo broke out in a cold sweat from sheer terror.

Hearing Chen Mo's words, however, Chen Nian smiled faintly.

"Back then? So you still remember back then, Second Brother."