The blade in Chu Mo's hand, Heaven Slaying, grew increasingly crimson.
Moreover, with each royal clan branch cultivator he slew, a faint trace of purple-gold bloodline was absorbed into Chu Mo's body!
The royal bloodline in these people was thin, almost negligible, but their profound cultivation realms had refined even that trace of purple-gold blood to an impressive degree over the years.
At this mont, the advantage was entirely Chu Mo's.
This group consisted of more than a dozen individuals, the weakest being cultivators of the Saint Realm, and among them was one mid-Great Saint Realm cultivator.
Initially, they believed confronting Chu Mo would be a sure victory. They thought even without Patriarch Beidou's intervention, they could effortlessly suppress him. Little did they expect that the task would turn into suicide—a mission of death!
In the blink of an eye, Chu Mo had already slain six Saint Realm cultivators. The Great Saint Realm royal branch cultivator was gravely injured, his eyes bloodshot as he glared at Chu Mo and roared, "Chu Mo... You've slaughtered your kin... You... You'll face divine retribution!"
"Get lost!" Chu Mo raised his leg and viciously kicked the Great Saint Realm cultivator.
Bang!
That Great Saint Realm royal branch cultivator collided ferociously with Chu Mo but was sent flying like a broken kite after losing its strings.
Chu Mo then swung his blade, shattering three incoming Great Saint artifacts.
The ensuing violent explosions tore this part of Heaven and Earth asunder.
The boundless territory transford into scorched earth due to their fierce battle.
Chu Mo swung his blade again, severing the head of an approaching Holy Realm cultivator. He followed with a kick, shattering the head completely.
In less than the ti it takes to burn one stick of incense, this group of royal branch elites from Luotian Immortal Domain—sent to kill him—was reduced to just one terrified Great Saint Realm cultivator staring at Chu Mo.
"Chu Mo... Y-you're not human! You're a demon!" The Great Saint Realm cultivator, highly esteed among the Luotian royal branches, and soone who had risen smoothly through the ranks to reach his realm, had never encountered a terrifying opponent like Chu Mo.
He had indeed been ordered to execute Chu Mo but hadn't expected to face such overwhelming forces—his foot landing squarely on an impenetrable iron plate.
This level of loss was sothing they'd never anticipated.
What had seed like a leisurely assignnt had turned into a nightmare. Prior to this, countless individuals had scrambled to claim the opportunity to travel to Beidou Realm. For, upon Chu Mo's death, the supre existences would assist the royal branches in ascending the imperial throne!
At that ti, these branch mbers would beco legitimate royal heirs!
How much glory awaited the one who personally killed Chu Mo? Everyone knew the stakes clearly in their hearts.
This Great Saint, a person of lofty status and imnse fa in the royal branch, was genuinely pleased and joyous to have been granted this chance.
But now, all that remained in his heart was boundless fear and unending regret.
"Why did I co here? So many people were vying for the spot..." The Great Saint Realm royal branch cultivator stared at Chu Mo in despair and said, "Chu Mo... C-can I surrender?"
"What do you think?" Chu Mo stared at him coldly and said icily, "What would I do with garbage like you?"
Trash!
Trash?
The Great Saint Realm royal branch cultivator's face froze in astonishnt, as if the term had never been directed at him.
From childhood to now, he had heard and used this word countless tis—but always directed at others. Never had anyone uttered it toward him.
He was utterly stunned, incapable of comprehending how these words could be ant for him.
"What, you're not convinced?" Chu Mo sneered. "If you're not my match, then what else are you but trash? After living for so many years, besides your inflated ego, what else have you accomplished?"
The Great Saint felt a scorching fury rise in his chest and shouted, "I'm not trash!"
"Oh, is that so?" Chu Mo pointed his Heaven Slaying Blade at him. "Then fight —stop wasting ti!"
The Great Saint Realm cultivator's expression turned bitter—fight? He truly lacked the confidence. Unless Patriarch Beidou arrived at this mont, but even then—would Patriarch Beidou assist him? Clearly not!
This group had sold information to Patriarch Beidou. Their relationship with him was rely transactional. How could soone like Patriarch Beidou possibly intervene on their behalf? Even if he were present, he would likely spectate from the sidelines.
"Chu Mo, I can swear allegiance to you, provide you with information about countless royal branch mbers... Have you not always wanted to know who's been plotting against you—who plans to kill you? Don't you want to uncover Patriarch Beidou's secrets? I... I can tell you everything. Please, spare ... I'll serve as your slave!" The Great Saint Realm royal branch cultivator resorted to formal honorifics by the end of his plea.
Chu Mo remained unmoved, gazing coldly at him. "The ones plotting against —aside from those few eternal existences, it's just you royal branch scum. As for Patriarch Beidou, his secrets an nothing to . I'll kill every single one of you in turn, so why would I need trash like you?"
With that, Chu Mo raised his blade and struck!
The Chopping Wood Technique!
At such a mont, Chu Mo's execution of the Chopping Wood Technique exploded with unimaginable power.
Even Ji Feng, the Nineteenth Prince, who had passed down the technique to Chu Mo years ago, could never have imagined it would be cultivated to such heights.
The Great Saint Realm royal branch cultivator fought to counter the attack. His cultivation was imnsely profound—he could suppress an entire domain like Beidou without difficulty. Compared to Saint Realm cultivators, he was worlds apart in power!
With a re wave of his hand, endless star rivers would perish!
Entire mountains and lands would vanish into nothing!
But before Chu Mo, he was utterly powerless!
Chu Mo didn't even activate the Star Mnemonic or utilize a trace of star power.
Relying solely on his personal cultivation, he suppressed this formidable Great Saint Realm cultivator.
The blade strike sliced the Great Saint Realm royal branch cultivator in two. After he reassembled himself, he abandoned resistance, knelt in the void, and pleaded with sobs, "Young Master Chu, Lord Chu... Either kill with one strike, or accept as your slave. Please, stop tornting … I beg you!"
What endless fear had done—it entirely shattered this Great Saint's ntal defenses!
He now realized Chu Mo was deliberately tornting him. If Chu Mo had truly wanted to kill him, the previous strike would've left him dead!
Crack!
Chu Mo swung his blade, severing the Great Saint's head. Then, under his horrified and despairing gaze, Chu Mo shattered his head completely—obliterating even his primordial spirit, reducing him to nothing!
"Did you think I was playing gas? Trying to overpower you through repeated attempts? How naïve." Chu Mo glanced back once, then disappeared in a flash.
Before long, Patriarch Beidou arrived at the scene, carefully assessing it. His hands ford seals as he began to trace back the events. He caught fragnted glimpses of chaos—yet even these fragnts were enough. Even with his cultivation and composure, Patriarch Beidou exhaled sharply.
"What a ruthless individual!"
Patriarch Beidou's eyes sparkled as he muttered, "Still, the stronger the cultivator, the greater the thrill in killing them. Boy, you've managed to pique this old man's curiosity. It's been far too long since anyone gave such interest. Very well, before I ascend to a titan, let's use you for the sacrifice!"
With that, he briefly focused, then pursued Chu Mo's trail.
In Chu Mo's hand, Heaven Slaying now shimred with a hauntingly crimson glow, exuding an unsettling radiance of blood-light.
A group of peerless royal branch elites had fallen at his blade, but Chu Mo felt no regret.
In truth, knowing that the years-long assaults on his entire family were orchestrated by these royal branches made them mortal enemies.
This ti, they discovered his presence in Beidou Realm and dispatched this many elites with the clear intent of annihilating him. Although Chu Mo considered keeping one alive to inquire about Luotian Immortal Domain's current state, he refrained.
Not out of indifference—but to prevent his Dao Heart from being disturbed!
His parents remained under the protection of the Luotian royal clan. If harm still befell them, it would only an the entire royal clan had already fallen. As long as the royal clan's true lineage persisted, his parents would remain safe.
This, Chu Mo understood well.
Thus, he neither asked nor found it necessary to ask.
This battle reignited Chu Mo's confidence since his last confrontation years ago. The belief in his invincibility surged once more.
But he needed to accumulate montum further. His current strength wasn't enough!
To completely eliminate Patriarch Beidou, he required even greater montum—and more battles to build it.
On the way, Chu Mo encountered several waves of Beidou Sect cultivators. The strongest among them barely reached the Supre Realm. With no interest in pausing, Chu Mo neutralized them with minimal effort.
While these figures couldn't provide much help in amplifying his montum, at least they served as a brief distraction.
Finally, as Chu Mo approached the geomantic treasure location revealed by the Fengshui Divine Art's calculations, he encountered a group of Beidou Sect disciples.
This group consisted of Emperor Realm cultivators. Chu Mo glanced at them before imdiately disregarding them. They didn't even warrant his interest.
Little did those Beidou Sect disciples know—they had narrowly brushed death.
Chu Mo ventured directly into the underground palace of the geomantic treasure. These palatial structures were nearly always ford naturally.
Within this underground palace, Chu Mo ca upon a familiar figure once more.
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