Although Mo Fan had only met that fellow Yan Mo a handful of times, the other party had indeed shown him great kindness.
He clearly remembered that the little white fox demon perched on Yan Mo’s shoulder seemed to carry the surname Tu Shan, which inevitably made Mo Fan connect many dots.
If this had been before entering the Dragon Ruins, he definitely would not have linked the two.
Yet after everything that had happened inside these Dragon Ruins, he realised that although the Divine Domain was extremely far from the Hundred Thousand Mountains, for those supreme powers that distance was apparently nothing at all.
If someone truly wished to travel to the Hundred Thousand Mountains, it would hardly be difficult.
The surname Tu Shan was rare to begin with. He refused to believe it was mere coincidence, and that was why he had not killed Tu Shan Yunjun.
Of course, as he had just explained, another reason was to keep Tu Shan Yunjun alive to draw enemy fire.
First, it would prove his own innocence. Second, it would buy him time to escape.
Everything was unfolding exactly as Mo Fan had planned.
The instant Tu Shan Yunjun emerged from the Soul Devouring Banner’s ghost domain, he was immediately entangled by that old king snake, and the two began fighting fiercely.
Not only that, even the experts from White Elephant Ridge joined the fray and attacked Tu Shan Yunjun together.
“Damn it all! I can accept this old snake demon causing trouble for this young master, but why are you lot joining in the fun as well?
Did this young master owe you spirit stones, or did I sleep with your mothers?”
Tu Shan Yunjun was furious. He let loose a torrent of exquisite profanity that instantly made the faces of the White Elephant Ridge demons turn ugly.
“Cut the rubbish. Hand over the immortal treasure. That is not something you can keep for yourself!”
The leading plump white youth snorted coldly. He threw a punch wrapped in silver light that directly shattered an incoming sword strand.
His strength was impressive, and his frame was enormous, like a small giant, radiating oppressive might.
Immortal treasure again!
Tu Shan Yunjun gnashed his teeth in anger. He wanted to reveal the truth, but when he recalled what Lai Bao had said inside the ghost domain, his scalp went numb.
Even now he could still feel that strange power lurking inside his body, as though countless insects had taken up residence and might seize control at any moment.
This left Tu Shan Yunjun sighing bitterly in his heart.
He had originally planned to make a huge profit on this trip to the Dragon Ruins, only to run into a complete scoundrel like Lai Bao.
No, scoundrel was too mild. The man was an absolute beast!
Ever since encountering Lai Bao, nothing had gone right for him.
Yet faced with the black-robed ancestor from Dragon King Sea and the powerful demon cultivators from White Elephant Ridge, he truly struggled. All he could do was force a pained smile and say, “Everyone, believe me or not, I really do not have that immortal treasure on me!”
“Boy, no more lies. We all saw with our own eyes how you collected the immortal treasure into your magical treasure!”
“Exactly. Do you take us for three-year-old children that are so easily fooled?”
The White Elephant Ridge demons sneered repeatedly and refused to believe a word he said, which infuriated him even more.
“My friends, I was wrong. This young master overestimated your intelligence. Even a three-year-old child would probably be smarter than you lot!”
In his rage, Tu Shan Yunjun threw caution to the wind and cursed openly, sounding almost disappointed in them. “Tell me, are your eyes growing out of your arseholes? Can’t you see the miserable state this young master is in right now? I’m standing here in nothing but my underpants. Where exactly could I be hiding an immortal treasure?”
“If I really had it, the first thing this young master would do is take it out and smash all you idiots to death!”
“You little brat, you still dare insult us?”
“This brat is extremely cunning. True or false, let’s just kill him first!”
Tu Shan Yunjun’s words completely enraged the crowd. All manner of divine abilities erupted at once, putting him in constant peril.
He was indeed powerful, but his opponents were no pushovers either. There was a Demon Ancestor from Dragon King Sea, a saint child from White Elephant Ridge, and the rest were almost all Demon King realm experts. Even though they could only exert Demon General level cultivation here, their combined assault was more than enough to give Tu Shan Yunjun serious trouble.
Mo Fan naturally paid no further attention to the situation there. He only silently prayed in his heart that Brother Yunjun could hold out a little longer.
Just as the Soul Devouring Banner passed through several battlefields and was about to reach a tunnel, a figure suddenly appeared ahead.
It was a white-bearded old man with his long white hair tied into a small braid on top of his head. His bronze upper body was completely bare, revealing explosive muscles.
He stood over ten feet tall, his lower half clad in pitch-black armour, dressed like someone from foreign lands.
“Leave the immortal treasure!”
The moment the elder appeared, he spoke in a low shout.
His voice was not loud, yet it rang directly inside the ghost domain, causing thunderous echoes throughout the entire space.
Mo Fan frowned slightly and recognised the man.
This fellow was the only Nascent Soul cultivator among the barbarian clan group. Mo Fan had not expected him to appear here and now, blocking his path.
Back at the Weak Water River, he had personally witnessed this man fight the Chilong Saint King. Not only was the elder still alive, he had actually come to intercept him.
“Sir, I am afraid you have the wrong person. That immortal treasure was clearly taken by the fellow behind us. How could I possibly have it?”
Mo Fan’s icy voice emerged from the Soul Devouring Banner as thick ghostly mist surged towards the opponent.
“This old man is not one of those idiots. From the moment you people made your move, I have been watching closely. I saw every one of your little tricks with my own eyes!”
“!
“Since you refuse to hand over the immortal treasure, this old man will have no choice but to carry out justice on behalf of the heavens and eliminate a fiend like you!”
The barbarian ancestor laughed coldly. He took a step forward, golden light blazed from his body, and in an instant most of the oncoming ghostly mist was scattered.
“Old thing, outside I might fear you, but in here even a dragon has to coil for me!”
Mo Fan snorted coldly. Without another word he urged the Soul Devouring Banner to transform into a vast black curtain that swept towards the elder.
He had long since seen through the opponent’s cultivation: early Nascent Soul stage. Thus he felt no fear.
“Have demons these days all become this arrogant?”
“You really think that killing an Ancestral realm great demon by luck makes you my equal among Nascent Soul cultivators?”
“Boy, this ancestor will show you the true power of a Nascent Soul cultivator!”
“Even at the same level, killing you would be as easy as crushing an ant!”
The barbarian ancestor sneered. The vivid snow-wolf totem on his back suddenly burst into brilliant light.
“Awooo… ROAR!!”
The next instant, a wolf howl rang out. The mere sound wave effortlessly dispersed the thick poisonous mist released by the Soul Devouring Banner.
Immediately afterwards, an enormous wolf shrouded in icy-snow flames appeared behind the barbarian ancestor. It charged straight at the incoming black curtain and swiped down viciously with a massive claw!
At the same moment, the barbarian ancestor took a step and shot forward like a cannonball, momentum ferocious. In a flash he arrived before the Soul Devouring Banner and reached out to seize it.
In that instant, strands of icy mist drifted from his palm and turned into visible wisps that instantly wrapped around the banner.
Crack crack crack crack…
Soon, a layer of solid ice began forming over the Soul Devouring Banner, as though it were about to be completely frozen and sealed.
