The bald man's body immediately shuddered, thinking to himself: It's over. But he charged directly towards Lin Xiu, shouting, "Girl, why aren't you running? What are you waiting for?"

As he spoke, he rushed towards the direction from where the voice came, bellowing loudly, "This bald grandpa of yours has never been a coward, what the hell does a Quasi-Saint amount to?"

"You're seeking death!" From the void, an angry shout came forth.

This was the Second Elder of the Haoyue Sect, who, on a whim, extended his divine sense and stumbled upon this scene. He became immensely furious and his true form immediately set out to kill.

Looking at the short, frightfully ugly bald man capable of scaring ghosts to tears, the Second Elder roared, "Go to hell!"

A palm strike suppressed everything!

A Quasi-Saint's strike!

"No!" Lin Xiu, on the ground with eyes about to split with rage, charged forward as well.

But how could her speed match that of a Quasi-Saint's attack?

Just as the ugly but kind-hearted bald man was about to be struck by a fatal blow, three figures suddenly burst forth from the darkness, unleashing three attacks directly at the Quasi-Saint.

"How dare you..." The Second Elder of the Haoyue Sect roared furiously.

But immediately after, his body shattered!

Struck by the combined force of Chu Mo, Zi Dao, and Liu Yunfeng's anger, his physical body was directly obliterated!

This was terrifying!

It was as if they had pierced through heaven!

A powerful being at the Quasi-Saint Realm, meeting face-to-face only to have his body shattered. The Second Elder's primordial spirit broke free, letting out a shrill cry.

Chu Mo directly pulled out Heaven Slaying and chopped down with his sword.

Crack!

The Second Elder's Quasi-Saint primordial spirit was directly cleaved open, a huge wound gashed across it.

Zi Dao and Liu Yunfeng, both Quasi-Saints, attacked again at the same time. Along with Chu Mo's sword, they finally shattered the Second Elder's primordial spirit.

Now they truly had pierced through heaven, and from the whole of the Haoyue Sect, countless figures appeared in an instant.

Chu Mo grabbed the bald man, Liu Yunfeng grabbed the totally stunned Lin Xiu. Zi Dao threw out a dharma instrument, scattering the Second Elder's primordial spirit to the winds.

The three brothers, along with the two others, vanished into the night sky in an instant.

Afterward, a rumbling Daoist chant sounded from behind them.

Sounds of combat followed, accompanied by angry shouting, "Grandpa Liang, do you have a death wish?"

"Hmm, the old man doesn't have much life expectancy left, I await fulfillment," Grandpa Liang's voice emerged from there.

Tears suddenly fell from Liu Yunfeng's eyes, as he murmured, "Grandpa..."

Zi Dao spoke in a deep voice, "Don't disappoint the old man's goodwill, let's go!"

The party of five, continuously tearing through the void, teleported one after another, desperately running towards the entrance of the Trial Field.

If they could get into the Trial Field, that would mean victory!

The people of Haoyue Sect chasing from behind were like a swarm of bees whose nest had been disturbed, swarming forth, a massive, dark cloud bearing down on them.

At this moment, the bald man still hadn't regained his senses, bewildered and clueless about what had happened.

On the other hand, Lin Xiu clung tightly to Liu Yunfeng's neck, burying her head in his chest, not even taking notice of Chu Mo and Zi Dao beside her, or rather, she couldn't afford to care. All that filled her mind was one thought: to lean into the warmth of her lover's chest, even if it meant death, it would be worth it.

Zi Dao frowned, bringing up the rear and suddenly threw something behind him.

Then, several thousand miles away, the void behind them erupted into an explosion, with continuous blasts resounding. A large group of supremes were blown about in disarray, regardless of the screams of agony and curses.

Almost all of the Haoyue Sect's Quasi-Saints were held back by Grandpa Liang alone. He was a former powerhouse with the potential to step into the Saint Realm, displaying a formidable lethal power once he fought for his life.

Two Quasi-Saints rushing towards him, one the Sect Master of Haoyue Sect and the other the Elder, were gravely injured in a single confrontation!

Grandpa Liang, with his flying maneuvers and imposing aura soaring to the skies, emanated a domineering presence.

Almost in the blink of an eye, he repelled six Quasi-Saints that attacked him. Yet, he himself also received serious injuries. He bellowed loudly, "My sworn son served the Haoyue Sect loyally and honestly all his life, never daring to overstep. Just because my grandson killed a scum, you seized the opportunity to slaughter all those children from humble backgrounds within my sworn son's lineage. You beasts! If it weren't for worrying about my grandson, I would have acted against you long ago!"

"Grandpa Liang, you've been expelled from the Haoyue Sect!" The Sect Master of Haoyue Sect, severely injured by Grandpa Liang, was gulping down elixirs to stabilize his injuries while roaring furiously.

"Pah! Who would want to stay in such a sect? This is no longer the Haoyue Sect of old! Elder Sect Master Sun, do you see? This is your sect!" As Grandpa Liang intercepted all the Quasi-Saints, preventing them from pursuing Liu Yunfeng, he shouted angrily.

At this time, a lingering sigh came from afar, "Grandpa Liang fellow Daoist, why bother?"

"Dammit, you're still alive? I thought you were long dead!" Grandpa Liang cursed fiercely without holding back.

In the entire vast region of Heaven's Might, perhaps only this straightforward old man would dare to curse a Saint like this.

"Old Ancestor... I beg you to take action, kill Grandpa Liang!" the Sect Master of Haoyue Sect beseeched loudly.

"I will only act once. After this time, if there is a next time, I will not interfere," the distant voice was illusory, yet overwhelmed the entire Heaven and Earth.

"Begging the Old Ancestor to take action, suppress Grandpa Liang, and execute the rebel Liu Yunfeng and his accomplices!" the Sect Master of Haoyue Sect said loudly.

"That's... not one request," the illusory voice said without a trace of emotion.

"Old Ancestor, I beg you..." the Sect Master of Haoyue Sect pleaded.

"Ah... fine then." The voice sighed, and then a giant hand reached over, "Grandpa Liang fellow Daoist, my apologies."

"To hell with you!" Grandpa Liang directly brought out a dharma instrument, an ancient war spear, stabbing fiercely at that giant hand.

But the spear was crushed by that hand, and Grandpa Liang's body also disintegrated in an instant.

Quasi-Saint blood stained the sky red.

A once-in-a-lifetime Heavenly Genius with the hope of breaking into the Saint Realm has fallen so easily.

Then, that enormous hand did not pause, reaching out endlessly into the distance.

At this moment, Chu Mo and his four companions were still far from the entrance of the Trial Field, with no chance to rush in before the giant hand caught up to them.

Chu Mo threw the bald chef he was holding directly to Zi Dao: "You take them and go first, I will cover the rear!"

"No way!" Zi Dao and Liu Yunfeng spoke out together, their faces resolute.

Then, in unison, they said: "I'll go!"

The two exchanged glances, once again in chorus: "I'll go!"

It was only then that Lin Xiu suddenly remembered there were others present and lifted her head from Liu Yunfeng's embrace, her face filled with shock at the scene before her.

On the ugly face of the bald chef, there was also a touch of emotion in his eyes.

Isn't this what brotherhood is? Isn't this what true loyalty is? Faced with a life-and-death crisis, there are brothers to fight alongside. In the face of death, none think of fleeing first, instead, all are willing to be the last one standing!

The bald chef's eyes reddened, and all of a sudden, he felt as if his entire life... was bathed in light! He had finally seen the world's most genuine passion and the most touching brotherly love.

Nothing is more heart-stirring than a simple "I'll go" when facing death. At least, that is what the bald chef believed.

Therefore, even if he were to die here and now, he would have no regrets!

Chu Mo chuckled: "Don't argue, you all just stand there and watch, remember to bring me back later, I entrust my life to you!"

Having said that, Chu Mo didn't wait for Zi Dao or Liu Yunfeng to react any further, instantly channeling all the Dao he had mastered!

Nine Word Mantra.

The Dao of Splitting Firewood.

The Dao of Thunderbolt.

The Dao of Tree Patriarch.

Six Word Mantra.

Fengshui Divine Art.

In just a moment, he was running all the Dao that could be imbued on himself madly.

Then, he let out a roar!

Holding Heaven Slaying, he charged directly towards the probing giant hand, soaring like a Roc, leaping high, Heaven Slaying held aloft over his head, and then... he dealt a fierce slash downward.

"Today, I shall slay a Saint!"

In Chu Mo's hand, Heaven Slaying suddenly erupted with a loud and piercing cry. This cry was earth-shattering, many times more terrifying than the roar of a Dragon!

Next.

A beam of light.

Flashed forth from the blade of Heaven Slaying—its full power restored, this was its most powerful strike!

With such a strike, a Great Saint could be felled!

The one chasing after them was merely a Saint.

Thus, killing him was a breeze!

After this strike, Chu Mo's identity might no longer be concealed for much longer. But Chu Mo had no complaints, and for his brothers in arms, he had no regrets!

The beam of Dao light immediately struck the giant hand, which then disintegrated!

Next were the wrist, the arm... then the entire limb!

Disintegrating inch by inch!

Then, this beam of light struck the shoulder of that Saint, the power of disintegration spreading from his shoulder throughout his body.

This Saint, who had just stepped into the Holy Realm, the only most powerful existence in the entire Tian Gang domain, his eyes filled with the breath of destruction and death. He could not fathom what kind of power this was. Why had his cultivation not the slightest ability to resist this force?

Why... could a youngster in the Supreme Realm wield such a fearsome and deadly strike?

Why...

This powerful Saint in the Saint Realm had countless questions.

But all turned into nothingness along with the collapse of his physical body, the destruction of his primordial spirit, the crumbling of his Dao.

To slay a Saint, what kind of cosmic karma must one bear? Chu Mo did not know, but even if he did, he would still make this slash.

Because at the moment that giant hand came pressing down upon them, the karma had already formed!

The Saint acted, that was cause; Chu Mo responded, that was effect.

Thus, Chu Mo was clear in his heart.

A Saint, just like that, vanished into the void, and as rain formed by essence energy began to fall in the entire Tian Gang domain, countless people benefited. Yet in the skies, there lingered an overwhelmingly sad aura.

"Heaven is crying..."

"Heaven has shed tears!"

"The heavens are weeping! What on earth has happened?"

Countless people in the Tian Gang domain voiced their intense queries.

The people of Haoyue Sect were utterly dumbfounded!

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