“It’s Lan Xiaobu and Mo Wuji…” The people nearby finally recognized the two, and some even prepared to make a move.
But there were no fools here. Even if they wanted to act, they wouldn’t be the first. Only after a Saint of Creation took the lead would they swarm in. Challenging these two alone was absolutely out of the question.
Lan Xiaobu and Mo Wuji dared to appear openly in the Creation Market, clearly unafraid of the Saints of Creation. Mo Wuji had decisively killed the Ten Thousand Dao Saint, Heavy Sword Shan, under countless watching eyes, shattering the billion principles of the Ten Thousand Dao River and crushing him. It was rumored that the Saint of Chaos, Cheng Qinghan, was also slain by Mo Wuji. As for Cheng Qinghan’s Great Xun Island, it had become a place even ordinary cultivators could visit.
As for Lan Xiaobu, he was said to be even more ruthless. He attacked the Saint of Heavenly Secret’s dojo, not only destroying the Heavenly Secret Dao City but also stealing the Heavenly Secret Bone. In the Heavenly Secret Dao City, Lan Xiaobu had killed thousands of Eternal Life powerhouses. Against such a ferocious figure, without a Saint of Creation’s nod, no one would dare act first.
Though everyone knew the two were formidable, they still believed that in the face of a Saint of Creation, they wouldn’t measure up.
Hearing Lan Xiaobu’s words, Lou Yiyi began to panic. Lan Xiaobu had killed his strongest soul clone and taken his Earth Dream Tower. If he were killed again today, he’d be utterly annihilated, with no chance of survival.
In his moment of helpless despair, Lou Yiyi’s eyes suddenly caught sight of someone. He urgently called out, “Friend Qu, please lend a hand!”
A grey-robed man, hearing this, quickened his pace. But before he could take more than a few steps, Mo Wuji stepped in front of him. “Your aura is familiar. You’re the Saint of Great Judgment, Qu Peng? Back when you were annihilating a plane, I was the one who stopped you and broke your Great Dao, wasn’t I?”
“I’m not him. You’ve mistaken me, friend,” the grey-robed man said with a frown, attempting to leave again.
Lan Xiaobu’s lazy voice drifted over. “Qu Peng, I’ve killed you a few times already. Even if you turned into a woman, I’d recognize you.”
Mo Wuji might have only encountered Qu Peng once, but Lan Xiaobu had crossed paths with him multiple times.
Looking at Lan Xiaobu, who was blocking Lou Yiyi in the distance, Qu Peng took a deep breath and clasped his fists to both Mo Wuji and Lan Xiaobu. “Fellow friends, I, too, come from the Rootless God Realm, so we share a common origin. Besides, I’ve already paid a price for my past actions. Now that we’re all in the Land of Eternal Life, why remain enemies? Why not join forces and establish ourselves here?”
To Mo Wuji, the Saint of Great Judgment, Qu Peng, harbored a desire to tear him apart. If Mo Wuji hadn’t intervened to stop him from annihilating a plane and using its fortune and karma to perfect his Great Dao, he wouldn’t have been fatally besieged by the other Saints of Creation. Today, he was reduced to groveling before mere Creation realm cultivators, begging to survive.
But that was a thought he kept buried. On the surface, he not only dared not blame Mo Wuji but had to make an effort to ingratiate himself.
The Saint of Great Dream, Lou Yiyi, quickly chimed in, “Yes, yes, that’s what I mean.”
Lan Xiaobu sneered. “You two insects, daring to call yourselves Great Cosmos and Great Dream? Don’t insult those names. Trash like you, worthy of joining us?”
“If you dare act in my market, I guarantee you won’t leave alive,” a majestic voice rang out, followed by the appearance of a saintly figure in the void.
“Greetings, Saint of Thunder!” The many cultivators, seeing the saintly figure, hurriedly bowed in respect.
Lan Xiaobu frowned and sent a voice transmission. “The Saint of Thunder’s soul projection has appeared. Could the other Saints of Creation suddenly teleport here?”
Mo Wuji smiled faintly. “Don’t worry. I’ve sealed the teleportation array here. Even if they know we’re in the Creation Market, they won’t dare teleport recklessly.”
“Good.” Lan Xiaobu nodded, then raised his hand and threw a punch at the Saint of Great Dream, Lou Yiyi.
At the same time, he said, “Fan Tianchang, no need to rush. If you’re so eager, I’ll come for you first.”
The Saint of Thunder snorted coldly. “When I proved my Dao in Eternal Life, you were still in some forgotten corner. A mere Creation realm cultivator dares to act arrogant before me?”
Lan Xiaobu didn’t bother with words. He threw another punch, this time at the Saint of Thunder, while his Longevity Domain and fist charm stacked together, completely locking down Lou Yiyi.
The Saint of Thunder trembled with rage, but his soul projection could only dissipate into nothingness under Lan Xiaobu’s punch.
“Friend, stop!” Lou Yiyi’s face went pale. He had used nearly all his resources to be reborn. If killed this time, he’d be utterly annihilated, body and soul.
As Lan Xiaobu acted, Mo Wuji moved too. He had long wanted to take down the Saint of Great Judgment. This scum, who annihilated an entire plane, dared to talk about joining forces in his presence.
“Boom!” Blood mist exploded. Lou Yiyi had almost no ability to resist Lan Xiaobu and was slapped into fragments by a single strike.
This time, Lan Xiaobu didn’t hold back. Without even needing to use spatial roaming, his slaughtering principles blasted out, obliterating every soul clone connected to Lou Yiyi.
Killing Lou Yiyi, Lan Xiaobu finally breathed a sigh of relief. This man and the Saint of Great Cosmos had been a thorn in his side until they were dealt with.
Trapped in Mo Wuji’s Mortal Domain, Qu Peng felt only despair. He knew he was done for, with no chance of rebirth this time.
“Friend Mo, if you spare me this once, I swear I’ll get you the Indestructible Hammer. I, Qu Peng, keep my word,” Qu Peng said earnestly, his tone so sincere that anyone could tell he was likely speaking the truth.
The surrounding crowd, hearing mention of the Indestructible Hammer, turned their full attention to Qu Peng. The Indestructible Hammer—one of the nine heaven-opening treasures!
Mo Wuji chuckled. “The Indestructible Hammer is nice, but I’ve never cared for it. After learning that the annihilation of the Rootless God Realm’s plane was tied to you, I swore I’d capture you, extract your soul, refine it, and annihilate you completely. I was planning to head to Great Cosmos Dao City, knowing you’d be hiding there. But you came out and delivered yourself to me. It seems even the heavens want to wipe out scum like you.”
As he spoke, Mo Wuji pointed a finger.
The charm of the Mortal Realm enveloped Qu Peng. In that moment, Qu Peng was consumed by a longing for life, even if it meant living as an ordinary mortal in an ordinary world. As death loomed, he snapped out of the Mortal Realm’s intent, staring at Mo Wuji in terror, his eyes filled with desperate yearning. He didn’t want to die—he wanted to live.
In the past, each time he was killed, he could swear vengeance. But today, he knew this was the end. If killed now, he’d have no chance of survival.
He had been just one step away from dominating the entire Land of Eternal Life. If not for someone’s betrayal, if not for the simultaneous attack by several Saints of Creation, he wouldn’t have fallen to this state.
But no matter how much he yearned to live, Mo Wuji had no intention of giving him that chance. Just then, Lan Xiaobu’s voice transmission reached his ears. “Qu Peng, you wanted to turn the Great Star Technique into the Great Cosmos Technique, right? Let me tell you, the Great Cosmos Technique is hidden in the Cosmic Mill, which is in my hands. The Great Cosmos Judgment Technique is mine too.”
Hearing of the Great Cosmos Technique, Qu Peng’s desire to survive intensified. He knew it could propel him beyond Saint of Creation to a higher realm.
“Spare me…” Driven by his frantic will to live, Qu Peng finally voiced his plea.
“Pfft!” After uttering those two words, Qu Peng’s body exploded, his world collapsed, and countless soul clones were obliterated. In that moment, he was utterly annihilated, body and soul.
To Mo Wuji, no matter what Qu Peng said, he would never spare such scum.
The onlookers in the Creation Market instinctively stepped back. Only now did they realize these two were untouchable, even for the Saints of Creation.
The Saint of Great Dream was one thing, but the Saint of Great Judgment before them had once held his own against several Saints of Creation. In the Land of Eternal Life, his word was law, and he had wiped out countless Eternal Life powerhouses who opposed him. Yet today, he was effortlessly killed in a bustling market, obliterated by a single finger without resistance.
No one sent out messages. The Saint of Thunder’s soul projection had appeared, showing the Saints of Creation were aware of the situation. Yet, with no sign of their return, that spoke volumes.
“Xiaobu, let’s go to the City of Eternal Life and make it our dojo,” Mo Wuji said with a hearty laugh. After killing the Saint of Great Cosmos, he felt a sense of clarity throughout his being.
During the apocalyptic calamity, he had witnessed countless lives struggling to survive in the collapsing, annihilated cosmic planes, only to face death. Though he had offered his Mortal World and used several Hongmeng principles, he had saved only a fraction of a billionth.
Such a villain had finally been slain by his hand today.
