Ying Ying Monster’s words greatly reassured Mo Fan. As long as the restrictions could be lifted, there was still hope.
If they truly could not be broken, his only choices would be to offer the immortal treasure as bait to lure and kill some old monsters, or to exchange it for temporary alliances with those ancient freaks.
Since time was needed, he would simply have to create it!
Mo Fan narrowed his eyes. Looking at the ever-approaching crowd of cultivators, he sneered inwardly. He would love nothing more than to devour every last one of them, yet he also understood that these people were valuable fighting strength.
“Lai Bao, I may have thought of a way to break the deadlock!”
At that moment, Bai Shuang’s voice suddenly rang in Mo Fan’s mind from within the ghost domain of the Soul Devouring Banner.
Mo Fan’s spirits lifted. “What way?”
“When the snipe and the clam grapple, it is the fisherman who profits. Those lurking in the shadows have not struck yet because they want to play that fisherman, waiting for us to exhaust ourselves completely.
But that also means they still fear us!
If they did not fear everyone inside this cavern, they would have attacked long ago instead of bothering to seal the tunnels with an array.
Therefore, we must swiftly put an end to the chaos inside this cavern.
And there is only one way to end the chaos: kill that Chilong Saint King!
Only by slaying that madman will we have any chance of persuading the other cultivators to unite against the hidden enemies.
That is the way to break the break the situation!”
Bai Shuang’s words made Mo Fan’s eyes light up, for they coincided perfectly with his own thoughts.
“Good. If we are going to fight, let us do it thoroughly!”
Mo Fan nodded, then laughed heartily. He turned into a bolt of lightning and shot towards the nearest immortal treasure.
That location belonged to the disciples of Tianxuan Holy Land.
At this moment, Xuan Jian and a red-haired female cultivator were working together, trying to break the restrictions on an immortal sword.
Several Tianxuan Holy Land cultivators around them were struggling to hold on; they were simply too heavily besieged. Thus, when Mo Fan appeared, they had no strength left to stop him.
“Brother Xuan Jian, long time no see!”
Mo Fan flashed before the pair like lightning and grinned at Xuan Jian.
His arrival instantly caused both Xuan Jian and the red-haired woman’s expressions to change drastically.
“So this is the immortal sword?”
“Truly extraordinary. Mind if I borrow it for a bit?”
While speaking, Mo Fan reached straight for the immortal sword.
“Insolence!”
Xuan Jian and the red-haired woman were simultaneously shocked and furious, wanting to strike at Mo Fan.
But at that instant, two figures blocked them: Hei Yi and Bai Tian Tian.
Clang!
Hei Yi’s scythe instantly clashed with Xuan Jian’s sword, erupting in brilliant flames of light.
On the other side, Bai Tian Tian raised her hand and sacrificed the Water God Seal, forcing the red-haired woman to focus solely on defence.
With no one to hinder him, Mo Fan effortlessly seized the immortal sword. He laughed loudly and flew off into the distance.
“Many thanks for the sword, Brother Xuan Jian!”
By snatching the sword and fleeing, Mo Fan instantly drew everyone’s attention.
Seeing this, Hei Yi and Bai Tian Tian exchanged a smile and retreated into the distance.
Although Xuan Jian and the red-haired woman were livid, they did not pursue the women and instead chased after Mo Fan.
“Audacious demon! Put down the immortal sword!”
Xuan Jian roared in exasperation.
Originally, after the battle at the cliff, he had held some goodwill towards Mo Fan for helping him.
Yet he never imagined the fellow would steal the immortal sword that belonged to him!
How was he supposed to explain this to Ancestor Qing Feng, or to his sect?
His speed was astonishing. In an instant he turned into a streak of sword light. The red-haired woman beside him was equally remarkable; she transformed into a fireball and tore through the air!
“Stop! Hand over the immortal sword!”
Ahead, an elder from the Corpse Yin Sect appeared and released a corpse demon puppet to intercept Mo Fan.
Mo Fan casually tossed out a sword and said lightly, “Here, take it!”
The Corpse Yin Sect elder was momentarily stunned, then his face lit up with joy as he reached for the blade.
But before he could celebrate, a flaming spear pierced straight through his forehead.
Boom!
In that instant, the Corpse Yin Sect elder exploded into flying ash. The sword fell into the hands of the red-haired woman.
Not far away, a sword beam flashed, instantly cleaving the early-Core Formation flying zombie in two!
Xuan Jian’s face was cold as he looked at the red-haired woman. Flames rose from her hand and incinerated the sword. She gnashed her teeth. “It’s not the immortal sword!”
“Damnable demon! I, Xuan Yan, will burn you to cinders!”
Xuan Yan raged once more, using her fire escape technique to chase after Mo Fan.
“Hand over the immortal sword and we’ll spare your life!”
At last the White Elephant Ridge demons caught up and surrounded Mo Fan.
Mo Fan unhurriedly tossed out another sword, looking helpless. “We’re all fellow demons, why such killing intent? Here, this is the immortal sword. Take it!”
His words caused the White Elephant Ridge demons to pause, but they still instinctively caught the sword.
Mo Fan gave them a friendly smile and flew straight past them.
Seeing him so cooperative, the demons did not press him further. But when they looked at the sword in their hands, their faces nearly turned green.
What immortal sword?
It was clearly an ordinary magical sword glowing with light, not even a true treasure!
Moments later, they felt sharp sword intent lock onto them. Looking up, they saw Xuan Jian and Xuan Yan approaching in fury. With a start, they immediately flung the fake sword away.
“We were tricked too! That thing isn’t the immortal sword at all!”
Xuan Jian ignored their explanations. He was already seeing red. With a raise of his hand, several sword beams slashed out!
In an instant, those few White Elephant Ridge demons were decapitated!
It was not that they were weak; Xuan Jian at this moment was simply terrifying!
As the personal disciple of the transcendent orthodox power Tianxuan Holy Land, his strength was beyond doubt. He could look down upon almost all heavenly prodigies of his generation!
After killing them, the pair continued chasing Mo Fan. Meanwhile, Mo Fan ran into trouble again. The barbarian ancestor had cut off his escape route.
“Fine, I won’t run any more!”
Mo Fan shrugged helplessly, glanced at Xuan Jian and Xuan Yan chasing from behind, then reluctantly took out the real immortal sword, and shouted, “The immortal sword is here! This king no longer wants it. Whoever wants it, come and get it!”
With that, he hurled the immortal sword far into the distance!
Though Xuan Jian and Xuan Yan cursed inwardly, they unhesitatingly chased after the flying sword.
“The bronze mirror really isn’t on me, but the immortal sword is right there. If you’re even a moment late, you won’t get any scraps.”
Mo Fan winked at the barbarian ancestor before him.
“You deserve to die!”
The barbarian ancestor gnashed his teeth, hesitated only briefly, then chased after the sword.
Just as Mo Fan had said, he was not actually certain the bronze mirror was still on Mo Fan; it was merely his suspicion. But the immortal sword before his eyes was undeniably real. Naturally he would not miss this chance.
Seeing every cultivator racing after the immortal sword, Mo Fan finally breathed a sigh of relief.
“You really threw the immortal sword away?”
Bai Tian Tian and Hei Yi arrived a little late and looked at Mo Fan in surprise.
“Could I throw a fake one?”
Mo Fan rolled his eyes and grinned. “Only a real immortal sword can hold their attention. Just watch; the real show is about to begin!”
The direction he had thrown the sword was no accident. It was straight towards where the Chilong Saint King was.
Unless the other party was an idiot, he would know how to choose.
Mo Fan’s goal was simple: use the immortal sword as bait to lure all the cultivators into joining forces to kill the Chilong Saint King!
