Chapter 185 - 182: News of the Ninefold Coffin Exposed

"Vast Firmament!"

Accompanied by a thunderous roar, Mo Qianqian’s spear thrust straight toward the yellow-robed, white-haired old man.

The power of this strike was overwhelmingly mighty. The very void seemed to freeze, as if the firmament itself had been locked in place.

An intense sense of mortal peril instantly washed over the yellow-robed, white-haired old man. In his desperation, he had no choice but to slash out with his sword, bringing it down heavily against Mo Qianqian’s incoming spear.

CLANG!

A sharp sound of clashing metal rang out. Mo Qianqian’s spear was indeed deflected by the impact, skewing off on a diagonal trajectory as it continued its forward thrust.

SPURT!

However, the spear still managed to pierce clean through the yellow-robed, white-haired old man’s side, sending a spray of blood erupting into the air. Though it had narrowly missed his heart and vitals, this single strike had already inflicted a heavy wound upon him.

"What!"

The others present were completely horrified. Among them, the Great Zhou Dynasty’s old man at the Ninth Level of Tongyou Realm immediately cried out in alarm, "Kill him!"

The group sprang into action. The Tongyou Realm experts who were capable of flight soared into the air, charging fiercely toward Mo Qianqian and his companion.

SWISH!

At that moment, Mo Qianqian channeled his Spirit Body. It materialized right beside the yellow-robed, white-haired old man, chopping a hand blade directly toward his throat.

Greatly alarmed, the yellow-robed, white-haired old man fired off a palm strike with his left hand to intercept the Spirit Body.

BANG!

With a loud crash, the Spirit Body was knocked backward. The counterattack had not been particularly powerful; the Spirit Body wasn’t heavily damaged, and Mo Qianqian’s Spirit remained entirely unaffected.

However, because the yellow-robed, white-haired old man was already suppressed by the restrictive force, forcefully mobilizing his strength caused him to suffer a massive backlash, prompting blood to spray from his mouth. A copious amount of blood also gushed from the spear wound in his side.

His injuries had just grown vastly more severe.

Simultaneously, Mo Qianqian pulled back his spear with his right hand while lunging forward, throwing a devastating left punch at the old man.

"He possesses the peerless treasure, the Ninefold Coffin! Report this to the Imperial Alliance immediately!" the yellow-robed, white-haired old man roared at the top of his lungs, broadcasting the secret for all to hear.

Initially, he had wanted to keep it for himself—the Great Zhou Dynasty had wanted to monopolize it. But Mo Qianqian’s growth rate was simply too terrifying, and his talent was monstrous. Armed with such a peerless opportunity and ultimate treasure, Mo Qianqian was now on the verge of killing him.

He had to spread this information. He needed the Great Wu Empire, the entire Imperial Alliance, Cyan Cloud Mountain, and even everyone else in the Human Chaos Realm to fight over it and tear each other apart.

He had to ensure Mo Qianqian was smothered in his crib before his strength grew any further. Otherwise, if he was allowed to continue growing, his eventual revenge would pose an existential threat to the Great Zhou Dynasty’s royal family.

"What? The Ninefold Coffin? A peerless treasure?"

The others were flabbergasted.

Today, Mo Qianqian—a complete nobody they had never even heard of—had defeated a Void Spirit Realm First Layer expert. That alone had been shocking enough. To hear from the yellow-robed, white-haired old man’s own mouth that he possessed some peerless treasure made the situation entirely unimaginable.

Even as the yellow-robed, white-haired old man shouted, the sword in his right hand slashed toward Mo Qianqian’s left arm.

Mo Qianqian quickly unfurled his left fist into an open palm, grabbing the old man’s longsword barehanded. With the pathetic amount of power behind the old man’s current strike, it couldn’t scratch Mo Qianqian in the slightest. What’s more, Lao Liu was still standing nearby, suppressing the enemy’s cultivation.

Catching the blade with his left hand, Mo Qianqian let go of his spear with his right and smashed his fist directly into the yellow-robed, white-haired old man’s throat.

SPURT!

Blood sprayed wildly. Mo Qianqian directly shattered the yellow-robed, white-haired old man’s neck. Blood fountained into the air like a geyser as his head went flying.

The Great Zhou Dynasty’s Void Spirit Realm First Layer expert, the yellow-robed, white-haired old man, was killed on the spot.

"No!"

The approaching old man at the Ninth Level of Tongyou Realm let out a desperate bellow, swinging his sword heavily toward Mo Qianqian.

Mo Qianqian grabbed his spear sideways with his right hand and pushed it outward, blocking the enemy’s blade.

CLANG!

Following a massive collision, Mo Qianqian was knocked back. After all, he hadn’t put much power into his hasty block.

The old man at the Ninth Level of Tongyou Realm prepared to seize the opportunity and press his attack, but in that exact moment, he suddenly felt his cultivation forcefully suppressed.

SWISH!

Simultaneously, a Spirit Body materialized intimately close behind the Ninth Level of Tongyou Realm expert, slapping a palm right into the man’s back. Because it had appeared so close it was practically pressed against him, the old man was caught completely off guard. Before he could even turn around, his entire body was blasted through the air toward Mo Qianqian.

Mo Qianqian twirled his spear and plunged it straight into the hurtling old man.

SQUELCH!

Blood erupted. The Ninth Level of Tongyou Realm expert was instantly skewered to death.

"What!"

The others who were charging in were completely stunned.

"Fall back! Everyone, scatter and spread the word!" another old man roared thunderously.

He had just slain a Void Spirit Realm First Layer expert, and the Ninth Level of Tongyou Realm expert who charged him had been effortlessly killed as well. This youth was completely beyond their ability to defeat. If they kept attacking, they would likely all die here.

As soon as those words were spoken, the squad that had yet to charge began fleeing in every direction. The squad that was mid-charge immediately turned tail as well.

Mo Qianqian flickered into motion, diving straight toward the yellow-robed, white-haired old man’s plummeting corpse. He snatched the old man’s storage bag and ripped it free.

This was the most valuable item on the battlefield. A Void Spirit Realm expert’s collection would definitely be richer than anyone else’s!

Without missing a beat, Mo Qianqian gripped his spear and gave chase, hunting down the fleeing survivors. Meanwhile, his Spirit Body appeared right in front of one of the escaping men, executing a swift hand blade to his neck.

The middle-aged man died instantly.

Just as Mo Qianqian raised his spear, preparing to thrust it into another fleeing old man, an unexpected anomaly occurred diagonally ahead of him.

SWISH! SWISH!

A massive cloud of black mist, roughly twenty to thirty feet across, suddenly drifted rapidly in their direction. Within that dark mass, someone seemed to be wielding a sword. It moved like a Soft Sword thrashing about like a wild beast, wildly and chaotically whipping back and forth within the black mist.

The entire cloud tore through the sky at an astonishing speed. As it traveled, the black mist collided directly with two fleeing middle-aged men.

SPLURT! SPLURT!

The mist acted like a giant meat grinder. The instant it passed over them, the two men’s bodies were shredded into minced meat, spraying gore in all directions.

"What!" Everyone was horror-struck.

Down on the ground, the spectators were utterly dumbfounded by this development. It was one thing for the people from the Imperial Alliance to be slaughtered, but now, another twist had occurred?

Who was inside that black mist? Since they were killing members of the Imperial Alliance without hesitation, they clearly weren’t part of it, right? And their method of killing was even more brutal than Mo Qianqian’s, literally dicing people into fragments!

Within that black mist, there seemed to be Sword Qi, or perhaps a flexible blade whipping around, instantly unleashing countless slashes as it swept rapidly across the battlefield.

SQUELCH!

Along its path, another young man failed to dodge in time. The black mist engulfed him, once again rendering him into a cloud of blood mist and countless chunks of flesh.

It perfectly embodied the definition of a meat grinder.

The black mist maintained its extreme velocity, continuing its relentless advance toward Mo Qianqian.

Mo Qianqian’s expression changed, and he immediately shifted his position. This black mist wasn’t just targeting the Imperial Alliance; it was coming for him too! As if locking onto Mo Qianqian, the dark cloud instantly altered its trajectory, hurtling straight at him.