I was just making up techniques… how did all of you become Emperors? Chapter 216: Wang Baole – Dying Under This Kitchen Knife Is

Chapter 216: Wang Baole – Dying Under This Kitchen Knife Is an Honor

“Brat, let’s see if your bones are as hard as your mouth!”

Mo Li let out a furious roar as the pressure around him exploded outward—along with a surge of overwhelming demonic energy.

The surrounding spectators couldn’t help but react visibly upon seeing the aura emanating from him.

“As expected of Mosha Dao’s descendant… this demonic aura, he’s practically a little demon himself.”

“I really don’t know what Wendao Academy was thinking, letting soone with the Demonic Blade inherit the forr Tiandao Manor. In my opinion, they should just rena it to Modao Manor.”

“…”

While the crowd murmured, Mo Wuxin turned to Mo Yu and said, “Old thing, let’s begin too.”

Mo Yu smiled and replied, “I’m worried a fight here will damage my Tiandao Manor. Why don’t we battle in the air?”

“As you wish.”

Mo Wuxin’s tone was icy cold, and the way he looked at Mo Yu was like staring at a corpse.

The two of them rose into the sky simultaneously, and many spectators followed into the air, eager to witness the clash of these two powerful figures.

At the gates of Tiandao Manor, Wang Baole acted as though he didn’t even notice the terrifying pressure coming off Mo Li. He stepped lightly off the crane, landing before the gate and planting himself in a steady horse stance.

Mo Li’s expression twisted imdiately upon seeing this.

“Brat, death is right in front of you and you still won’t draw your blade? Take my strike—Earth Fiend Slash!”

As he spoke, he raised his blade high and brought it down in Wang Baole’s direction.

That single strike surged with imnse force. Within dozens of ters of saber energy was a suffocating demonic presence.

But even then, Wang Baole made no move to draw his saber. Instead, as if he were simply cooking, he waved his hand casually.

Just as the slash was about to land on his head, he extended his palm, easily blocking it with a single push.

Wang Baole grasped the saber energy with one hand and said indifferently, “So this is your full mastery of blade intent? This is all you’ve got?”

As he spoke, he gently flicked, dispersing the saber energy with casual ease.

Hiss…

The spectators gasped in unison.

That earlier slash was so powerful that even a Divine Transformation stage cultivator wouldn’t have been able to block it so effortlessly—let alone with bare hands.

Of course, no one was more shocked than Mo Li himself. He had thought that mastering the Mosha Blade would allow him to easily defeat Wendao Academy’s so-called prodigy.

Instead, the opponent didn’t even draw his blade—and he had already lost. He couldn’t accept it.

“You’ve had your turn. Now it’s mine.”

Wang Baole’s calm voice echoed clearly across the deathly silent Tiandao Manor.

All eyes turned toward him instinctively, just in ti to see him make a ball-pushing motion.

A Taiji diagram suddenly manifested. The technique seed slow and gentle, yet once unleashed, it thundered with world-shaking force.

“Perfected fist intent!”

Soone in the crowd, clearly well-versed in martial arts, gasped as he saw the shadow of the Taiji diagram.

Mo Li instinctively swung his blade in response as the diagram flew toward him.

Boom—!

The Taiji diagram effortlessly shattered Mo Li’s saber energy and pierced through his body.

Pfft…

Mo Li coughed up a mouthful of blood, barely managing to steady himself with great effort.

“You’ve lost. I’ll give you the chance to end it yourself.”

Wang Baole’s tone remained calm, as if everything had played out exactly as expected.

“No, I haven’t lost! You didn’t even use Tiandao Manor’s saber techniques—what right do you have to call yourself its young master?”

As he spoke, Mo Li began gathering energy again, clearly intending to fight to the death rather than admit defeat.

Wang Baole smiled. “You say that like the technique you used just now was from Tiandao Manor. But since you want to see my saber technique…”

“I’ll grant your wish.”

As soon as he finished speaking, a kitchen knife appeared in Wang Baole’s hand.

It was an ordinary-looking kitchen knife.

Its sudden appearance caught everyone completely off guard.

Even the Eighth Prince of the Great Yu Dynasty—soone who had witnessed countless grand spectacles—couldn’t help but raise a hand to cover his eyes at the sight of a prodigy pulling out a kitchen knife in battle.

“Hahahaha…”

Mo Li burst into uncontrollable laughter the mont he saw the knife. “Is that the wood-chopping blade technique you learned at Wendao Academy? You’re actually using a kitchen knife to fight !”

“It’s not an ordinary kitchen knife. It’s a kitchen knife specially used by a Half-Saint. Dying under this blade... you should consider that an honor.”

Wang Baole spoke as he casually swung the knife.

Clang!

A flash of saber light shot out. Mo Li instinctively tried to raise his blade to block, but before he could respond, his body collapsed to both sides—only his spirit remained, frozen in place.

What a fast blade!

Mo Li’s spirit dared not linger. Without thinking, it turned and fled back toward the manor.

Wang Baole made no move to chase. He simply stood in place and calmly counted down.

“Three, two, one—extinguish.”

As soon as the words fell, the crowd saw Mo Li’s spirit disintegrate at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Silence. Absolute silence.

Everyone stared at Wang Baole like he was so kind of monster.

They hadn’t even seen when Wang Baole launched a second strike.

On the solitary peak, Xiao Chen looked toward the now awe-inspiring Wang Baole and said with a smile, “Junior Brother Wang, your kitchen blade technique really is masterful. It looked like a single strike, but in reality, he delivered dozens. For Mo Li to die under it... well, his ti in this world wasn’t wasted.”

Marquis Yishan: “…”

Young Master, do you even hear what you’re saying?

Beside them, Liu Yuer was long accustod to the strength of her fellow disciples from the Miscellaneous Dao Institute. She looked up at the sky and said softly:

“I wonder how much longer the two Mo elders will keep fighting?”

Xiao Chen raised his head and glanced upward. “Not long now. The two of them are fighting with their lives on the line—no probing, no retreat.”

Just as he spoke, a thunderous boom echoed across the sky.

Boom!!!

The explosion shook the land within a hundred li in all directions.

Only then did the stunned crowd snap out of the shock Wang Baole had left them in and look upward together.

A figure was falling rapidly from the sky.

Before the body had even hit the ground, the disciples of Tiandao Manor had already started shouting in alarm.

“Manor Lord!”

“Ancestor!”

Bang!

With a heavy crash, a massive crater opened in the middle of Tiandao Manor.

Wang Baole turned to look at it and saw a bloodied old man lying inside, heavily wounded.

At the sa ti, another figure landed beside him.

“Grandfather.”

Seeing Mo Yu descend, Wang Baole imdiately bowed respectfully.

Mo Yu raised a hand to stop him, his gaze fixed coldly on the crater below.

“Mo Wuxin, you’ve lost.”

As those words fell, silence once again blanketed the surroundings. All eyes turned toward the crater—toward the unmoving Mo Wuxin within it...

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