"Brother, Bu Ran, something's off. Don't act rashly."
Zhao Shuning's words had just left her lips.
Zhao Huai had already reached Mo Yan's side.
They were but a hair's breadth apart.
"What's so off? Little Ning'er, he dared to insult you like this. Does he really think I'm joking?"
His wings unfurled.
Zhao Huai's hands transformed into dragon claws.
With a single swipe of those claws,
Mo Yan would surely have his skin torn and blood gush out.
But—
Something strange happened.
Mo Yan didn't even try to dodge.
Not only that,
he even stepped forward actively.
At this moment, Yan Ruyu's flute melody also rang out from his lips.
The melody was sometimes melodious,
sometimes urgent.
Zhao Huai's figure shifted constantly with the rise and fall of the flute melody.
Under the coordination of Zhao Huai and Yan Ruyu,
Mo Yan was driven back step by step.
He had no chance of winning at all.
He endured many of Zhao Huai's attacks head - on.
By now,
within a hundred moves, Mo Yan was already out of breath.
Moreover,
his steps had become unsteady.
But his eyes,
his movements,
although not as swift as Zhao Huai's, and every attack from Zhao Huai had an effect, he still couldn't be completely defeated.
Sometimes Zhao Huai felt that
he clearly threw punches and used his spiritual power to its fullest,
and every move was deadly.
But when it landed on Mo Yan, although it had an effect, it was far from the result he wanted.
It was as if
he was hitting a soft cotton ball.
It made him feel a bit discouraged.
"Is this all an exotic beast supreme can do?"
Although Mo Yan was being driven back step by step, his body was soaked in sweat, and many wounds were still oozing fresh blood.
The words that came out of Mo Yan's mouth
were still full of provocation.
"With this, you still want to have Yan'er? Your attacks are like tickles to me."
"Whoosh!"
A sharp claw narrowly missed Mo Yan's heart.
It was just a hair's breadth away.
"By then, Yan'er and I will surely have a dozen or twenty children. I'll make your women lie in my arms and watch them cry."
Mo Yan's words
were extremely vulgar.
As he spoke,
his expression was also extremely lewd.
Yan Ruyu's heart skipped a beat.
"Are you the millennium imperial teacher? The third son of the Feng family? The founder of the Kyushu Continent. All these honors will no longer belong to you in the future. Everything you have will become mine. Including the woman you love the most."
Yan Ruyu almost missed a note on his jade flute.
From the side,
one could faintly see
tiny beads of sweat oozing from Yan Ruyu's forehead.
His blue robe fluttered behind him in the wind.
His white hair danced gracefully behind him.
Yan Ruyu was like a carefree and serene god.
Only Zhao Shuning could feel
that at this moment,
in Yan Ruyu's heart,
he was extremely panicked.
Or rather, angry.
Zhao Shuning had been looking for Mo Yan's weakness.
With the powerful spiritual power blessings from Mo Bai and Luo Qiu, the spiritual power she could control had soared.
At this moment,
she was trying to enter Mo Yan's spiritual world.
This was an extremely difficult task.
Mo Yan's abilities
were far above Zhao Shuning's.
For her to enter the spiritual world of such a powerful person was like a pipe dream, but she just wanted to try, to test the so - called impossibility.
Only in this way
could she find Mo Yan's weakness.
Could she know
what Mo Yan was up to at this moment.
Zhao Shuning fixed her gaze.
"Mo Yan, in this lifetime and the next, you'll never be as good as the Emperor. You'll never catch up with my brother. You're just like a clown. All your actions now are just for show. Do you think I haven't noticed your ulterior motives?"
In a moment of panic, Zhao Shuning told a lie casually.
She intended to test the waters.
Mo Yan was suspicious.
If she said so,
he would surely be distracted.
By then,
she might have a chance to enter Mo Yan's spiritual world.
As soon as Zhao Shuning spoke,
although Mo Yan had his doubts,
his spiritual world was still as solid as a fortress. Not a single breath could penetrate it.
Zhao Shuning continued, "Lord Mo Yan, I'll be honest with you. Even if you sit on the highest position, no one will treat you sincerely.
The only one who treated you sincerely, Mo Bai, your own child, has already died at your hands. In this life, you're destined to be unloved. Those you love and those who love you will all leave you."
As she said this,
Zhao Shuning's heart ached sharply.
Wasn't she the same?
"Mo Yan, even if you become the sole supreme being in the Kyushu Continent, in my heart, you'll always be an unworthy clown who tries hard to show off his feelings. You'll never amount to anything."
What Mo Yan had been seeking for a thousand years was to be the top man.
To be looked up to by everyone.
To make supreme beings like Yan Ruyu and Zhao Huai kneel at his feet and beg.
All for
the respect of thousands of people.
Zhao Shuning's words
stabbed at his falsely - built self - esteem.
"You're lying."
Mo Yan's concentration wavered.
He took a solid kick from Zhao Huai in the chest.
This kick
sent Mo Yan's body flying backward, shattering the palace wall behind him.
The powerful spiritual power contained in it
was self - evident.
It was at this moment
that Zhao Shuning concentrated her spiritual power and followed a familiar guidance.
With difficulty but successfully, she entered Mo Yan's spiritual world.
At this sight,
Zhao Shuning was completely stunned.
For an ordinary cultivator, a spiritual domain with a radius of five miles was already extremely powerful.
But Mo Yan's spiritual world?
A radius of a thousand miles?
Or even farther.
In short,
when Zhao Shuning looked out,
she couldn't see the end.
Even more strange was the huge, black, and eerie stone standing in the center of Mo Yan's spiritual world. The aura it emitted.
Greed?
Ambition?
Power?
And feelings?
All these temptations
made Zhao Shuning
unconsciously walk slowly towards the black stone.
Suddenly,
a figure flashed across the black stone.
It was Mo Bai.
"Ningning, wake up."
Zhao Shuning's dazed eyes immediately cleared up.
The sparkle returned to her eyes.
She began to look around at the various things.
Normally,
a person's spiritual root should stand in the center of the spiritual world.
But Mo Yan's spiritual roots had all disappeared, absorbed by this black mysterious stone.
The greed contained in it
was so overwhelming that one glance would make people sink.
If it weren't for Mo Bai's spiritual power in her body,
at this moment,
Zhao Shuning
should have walked into this huge stone soul in Mo Yan's spiritual world and become one of the countless souls.