Crunch!
The Great Saint Realm cultivator, a descendant of the Primordial Chaos Forefather—the supre existence of the Luotian Immortal Domain—was sliced apart by Chu Mo's blade.
The Holy Realm cultivators from the Luotian Immortal Domain present were all utterly petrified.
Silent as cicadas in winter!
This was truly a god of slaughter!
He spares no one's dignity!
Even a descendant of the Primordial Chaos Forefather, one of the cosmos' titans, was killed without hesitation… Such audacity left these Holy Realm cultivators shaken enough to almost forget their fear.
On the Yanhuang Domain side, nearly everyone was fervently exhilarated by Chu Mo's overwhelming display of force.
Even the imposing Chu Lao, dressed entirely in green robes, looked at Chu Mo with an increasingly fervent gaze. Before, he displayed the loving care and joy of an elder seeing a promising junior. Now, it had transford into admiration and reverence for a supre cultivator!
Although Chu Mo was his own grandson, it didn't diminish Chu Lao's appreciation for him in the slightest.
Everyone else who looked at Chu Mo showed nothing but admiration in their eyes.
Qi Xiaoyu, in particular, did not conceal the love shining in her gaze. Clapping her hands excitedly, she shouted, "Well done! Brilliantly done! Killed him so well that the bastard howled like mad!"
"…" Even Chu Lao and the Drifting Empress ng Fanghua from the Yanhuang Domain couldn't help but reveal an odd expression on their faces. They suddenly regarded this peerless beauty of the Holy Realm in a different light. Looking at Qi Xiaoyu's gaze toward Chu Mo, they seed to understand sothing.
At this mont, Chu Mo shifted his gaze toward the group of Holy Realm invaders.
A Holy Realm cultivator from a collateral branch of the Imperial Clan trembled, his knees giving way as he directly knelt in the void, knocking his head repeatedly and pleading, "Young Master Chu… for the sake of our shared origin, spare our lives! We are willing to beco your slaves, to do anything for you… We—We are willing to offer up our souls… Please, don't kill us… don't kill us!"
"Hmph! Cowardly trash! I'm ashad to call myself your peer!" spat another Holy Realm cultivator, viciously spitting toward the kneeling collateral branch cultivator.
When a Holy Realm cultivator spits, the power and precision are beyond imagination. Even the Heavenly Realm couldn't withstand such a spat—it would be directly pierced, causing imnse and terrifying damage!
However, in mid-air, that spit suddenly stopped, then… accelerated and flew back directly toward the spitter.
It flew back with unmatched precision, landing directly in the cultivator's own mouth.
Everything happened too quickly, so abruptly—it was a lightning-fast mont that many Yanhuang Domain Supre Realm cultivators failed to perceive clearly.
Yet Chu Lao, ng Fanghua, Hongyue, Qi Xiaoyu, and the others all wore odd expressions. They seed to want to laugh but felt a bit disgusted instead...
But sothing even more terrifying happened next.
After the spit returned to its owner's mouth, it did not mark an end—it was rely a beginning!
Because the spit directly pierced through that Holy Realm cultivator's skull via the oral cavity, creating a massive hole!
The Holy Realm cultivator instantly died tragically on the spot!
A death by one's own spit—such a death was indeed unparalleled throughout ten thousand ages.
The kneeling collateral Imperial Clan cultivator was so terrified by Chu Mo's display of divine abilities that his spirit was utterly shattered, continuing to kowtow and beg for rcy.
At this mont, several among the group of Holy Realm cultivators, unwilling to beco slaves or weaklings, stepped forward boldly and began hurling insults at Chu Mo.
"Brat, you may gloat for a mont, but you cannot gloat forever! It won't be long before a true titan strikes against you!"
"Our titan, the Primordial Chaos Forefather, will never let you go!"
"Throughout the entire Luotian Cosmos, there are fewer than ten titans. At least half of them want you dead! You won't live long!"
"Don't think we will fear you just because you can kill Great Saints. We will never grovel like those weaklings, wagging tails and begging for rcy!"
Those who stepped forward to curse Chu Mo were almost all from the Primordial Chaos Forefather's family. Only a couple of collateral Imperial Clan mbers took a firm stance.
"The main Imperial Clan lineage will undoubtedly face extinction sooner or later! This is an unstoppable trend… Ji Changshun, get up and die like a man! Our deaths today will soon be avenged! You're a proper descendant of the Ji Clan Imperial lineage! Get up!"
"Chu Mo, you beast, slaughtering your own kin—you'll die a horrible death!"
At this point, Chu Lao and the others finally began to understand sothing. They had always believed that their enemies—the ones plotting to kill Chu Mo—were the Imperial Clan itself. Hence, they held no goodwill toward the entire Imperial Clan. But now they realized that things were a bit different.
Extinction of the main lineage sooner or later? Could it be that this group from the Luotian Immortal Domain's Imperial Clan were not from the main lineage… but from a collateral branch?
The gigantic skeleton stood in the void, shrinking to a height of just over three ters, its entire body seemingly forged from gold, radiating a peerlessly majestic aura. Though its eye sockets were hollow and without eyes, there was an uncanny feeling that it was "watching" sothing.
The colossal skeleton was "watching" Chu Mo, its gaze incomparably gentle—as though observing a younger generation.
In the face of all the insults hurled his way, Chu Mo's expression did not change in the slightest. It was as if the words were directed at soone else entirely, not him.
"Done cursing?" Chu Mo spoke lightly.
Instantly, the Great Saint's domain enveloped the area.
This was Chu Mo's first ti unleashing his Great Saint domain. All the curses vanished without a trace, and every gazed at him with sheer terror.
They had already acknowledged Chu Mo's strength, recognizing he could easily kill Great Saints. Yet when his domain opened fully, they still felt an incomprehensible level of power.
The Primordial Chaos Forefather's descendants even felt Chu Mo's domain carry the sa pressure as when they faced their forefather!
"This… this is impossible. Y-You clearly weren't this strong before… This can't be!" said a collateral Imperial Clan cultivator, his face a mask of despair.
Chu Mo said, "If you're done cursing, it's ti for you all to go."
With that, he raised Heaven Slaying, pointing it at the group—including the Imperial Clan collateral mber still pleading on his knees.
"Fight him to the death!" a Holy Realm cultivator roared furiously in despair and charged at Chu Mo.
This was a desperate attack in the face of certain death!
Soon, more Holy Realm cultivators followed suit, throwing themselves at Chu Mo.
Various dharma instrunts flew toward Chu Mo in a deadly barrage.
Among them, two Holy Realm cultivators even targeted the Yanhuang Domain's Supre Realm cultivators.
Clearly, they intended to take a few lives down with them before their demise.
Unfortunately for them, their efforts were bound to fail. After all, the Great Saint Chu Lao who stood there was no re ornant.
The battle erupted once more.
It was a completely one-sided slaughter, with little of note to report. Chu Mo alone decimated the entire group.
The blade of Heaven Slaying flashed with a dreadful, icy brilliance. Each flash signaled the fall of another life.
The cosmic void was perated with an aura of utter despair, only to be entirely overwheld by Chu Mo's domineering domain.
Even in the distant Heavenly Realm, cultivators failed to sense any abnormality. Completely unaware, the battle ca to its conclusion.
A great host of top-tier cultivators from the Luotian Immortal Domain perished entirely in this starry sky of the Yanhuang Domain. Not a single one escaped.
But as Chu Mo struck down the final descendant of the Primordial Chaos Forefather—an infinitely near-Great-Saint cultivator—that Holy Realm pinnacle scread mournfully: "Chu Mo… I belong to the direct line of the Primordial Chaos family! If you dare kill , my forefather will dismber you into pieces!"
Bang!
Chu Mo kicked the cultivator's head, causing it to explode.
At the instant of his death, a shadow radiating tiless cosmic grandeur instantly appeared. Its eyes snapped open as it released an earth-shaking Great Dao sound: "Who dares to kill this sovereign's descendant?"
Then, in a thundering strike, it slapped toward Chu Mo: "Die, you wretch!"
This voice seed capable of breaking through Chu Mo's domain, as though it could shatter the entire world.
A shield from Chu Mo's Cangqiong Divine Mirror erupted into a light curtain, sealing the sound away.
Nonetheless, the voice triggered tremors across the distant Heavenly Realm, alarming countless individuals who promptly flew out, heading toward the disturbance.
Within Chu Mo's body, seven stars lightly shook, and then… an unimaginable power erupted from him. Heaven Slaying shone with a blood-red, blinding light, cutting toward the shadow.
Slash!
The shadow was severed at the waist.
However, it swiftly reassembled itself, its eyes filled with boundless astonishnt: "Heaven Slaying? That blade? Are you that person? I've been searching for you unsuccessfully… Be gone, wretch!"
The shadow then surged its power to the extre, and with a bang… it detonated!
From the greatest Dao platform within Chu Mo's body, three hundred-plus divine characters flew out in that instant, forming a divine runic defense to contain the terrifying energy from the explosion of the shadow.
Only a sliver of power leaked out. Though it didn't harm Chu Mo, it left an unrecoverable scar in the heavens!
Within the deep heavens, a white scar stretched endlessly across the sky. It looked as though the sky itself had cracked!
The scar asured over ten billion miles long.
Chu Mo's face turned grim, his eyes filled with shock. Though he had succeeded in killing the consciousness, there was no joy in his heart. He thought: So this… is the power of an unparalleled titan.
A long silence ensued as everything gradually returned to calm. Every gaze turned toward Chu Mo, filled with horror and disbelief.
Chu Mo finally broke into a shy smile, saluting everyone present—including the Supre Realm cultivators—with reverence: "Student Chu Mo greets all esteed elders!"
Then, turning to Chu Lao, his smile faltered, tears welling in his eyes.
With a thud, he knelt to the ground: "Chu Mo greets grandfather!"
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