In the Jiang Family camp, a few furious shouts erupted simultaneously with ones from the Luotian Imperial Clan's side.

An ancient, rugged vine appeared from the Jiang Family camp once again. Its speed was unbelievable as it extended toward the three streams of killing intent.

On the Luotian Imperial Clan's side, the emperor beneath the canopy directly summoned an imperial seal, radiating boundless and sovereign energy that suppressed the very Heaven and Earth!

The three streams of killing intent were instantly shattered under the simultaneous suppression of the ancient vine and the imperial seal.

Vanished into nothingness.

Standing there, Chu Mo couldn't help but break out in a cold sweat.

The attack had come too quickly, too suddenly!

Even the warning from the Celestial Mirror had struggled to keep up with the speed of the attack.

Although Chu Mo had considered the possibility of a sudden assassination, with the Jiang Family deploying an ancient vine and the emperor of the Imperial Clan himself present, it seemed impossible that anyone would dare to strike against Chu Mo under such circumstances.

Even Chu Mo himself had relaxed his vigilance to some extent.

As the three streams of killing intent vanished, Chu Mo's eyes immediately focused on the Luotian Imperial Clan's direction, landing on a specific area among the Imperial Clan's auxiliary branches.

But there was someone faster than him—the ancient vine.

After helping the imperial seal shatter the three streams of killing intent, the vine stretched toward the Imperial Clan's auxiliary branch, its movements even quicker than the emperor's.

However, it encountered resistance!

The individual, after failing his initial strike, soared into the sky and simultaneously summoned three dharma instruments. The instruments emitted an overwhelming aura, temporarily halting even the ancient vine.

At this point, the emperor's attack arrived.

It was still the imperial seal—the seal that suppressed the qi movement of the entire Luotian cosmos. It penetrated the defensive barrier formed by the three dharma instruments and slammed brutally onto the man's skull.

Bang!

The man's head exploded, akin to a shattered watermelon. His primordial spirit, his spiritual imprint—everything—was completely erased in an instant!

No live capture, no extended interrogation. Just the most decisive execution.

The emperor's lethal methods stunned countless witnesses. Not to mention outsiders—even many within the Imperial Clan were seeing such ruthlessness from the emperor for the first time.

It was incomparably efficient!

The ancient vine swiftly retreated, as though it had never extended outward.

All around, there was an eerie silence.

At this moment, from the auxiliary branch of the Imperial Clan, a somber sigh was heard: "As an emperor, to execute without teaching—it's unjust. We refuse to accept this!"

Shortly after, another voice rose: "Though we share the same roots, why wield such a venomous hand?"

Beneath the canopy, still enshrouded in the light of qi movement, the emperor offered no verbal response. Or rather, his response came in action. The imperial seal was once again unleashed, striking horizontally at the two who had spoken.

From within the auxiliary branch's camp erupted two uncontrollable cries of shock. They had never anticipated this—an emperor who had always been low-profile and reserved would act with such decisiveness and brutality.

Boom!

One man's head was obliterated.

The imperial seal, carrying unmatched qi movement, was a dharma instrument of unstoppable prowess. Its speed defied imagination. Under the emperor's command, it was an instrument of terror—a deadly weapon that even a Great Saint of the same rank couldn't withstand.

The other man's body was completely shattered and killed.

With this, the auxiliary branch of the Imperial Clan's lineage fell silent, not a single soul daring to utter another word!

"Ji Dongfang, since 23,000 years ago, has allied with the ancient Zhong Family, personally received by their Supreme Elder Zhong Caiyun, and secretly became an external elder of the Zhong Family."

A voice rang out from the Luotian Imperial Clan camp—spoken by a venerable Great Saint of advanced age. He rose, speaking coldly: "Ji Beifang, since 56,000 years ago, allied with the ancient Heiyu clan, personally received by the supreme patriarch Heiyu himself, and secretly became an external elder of the Heiyu clan."

"Ji Yingwu, allied 9,000 years ago with Thousand-foot Supreme, becoming one of his 108 warriors under his command… All of the above—there is undeniable evidence. The emperor, showing magnanimity, has pardoned you despite your betrayal of the Imperial Clan, refraining from judgment due to your lack of overt evil acts. Yet today, you dare not only strike against fellow clan members but spread treacherous lies. The emperor now personally suppresses you with his divine abilities."

Speaking was the venerable Great Saint of the Imperial Clan, whose long eyebrows nearly obscured his eyes. He added indifferently: "I have more evidence in hand. May those who have forsaken the blood of the Imperial Clan know their place and act with reverence."

After he finished speaking, the imperial canopy rose, the ancient war chariot ascended, and under the escort of numerous guards, the emperor's entourage gradually departed from this small world.

All that was left behind were countless stunned spectators who found themselves at a loss for words.

Great Saint Zhong Cheng had long departed. The Zhong Family, having been named directly again—not only their clan members but even a Supreme Elder like Zhong Caiyun—felt as though their faces had been erased entirely.

And yet, they had no room to refute, for the claims were truths. Although most of the younger disciples of the Zhong Family were unaware of these events, certain high-ranking members were well cognizant.

In truth, these were not particularly secretive matters—they simply hadn't expected the usually understated, even perceived soft, current emperor to become so assertive and commanding all at once. That was what truly shocked and puzzled many. Before today, countless individuals had privately referred to the current emperor as "the final ruler."

It was likely that after today's events, no one would dare to use that nickname again.

On the Xue Family's side, Xue Wuqing glanced at his stunned younger brother Xue Wulei and couldn't help but sigh softly. He could distinctly imagine his brother's feelings—an overwhelming mix of shock and despair.

Was Chu Mo too powerful? The strongest of his generation? Was his strength suffocating?

None of these truly mattered!

If, previously, Chu Mo's defeat of Zhong Sheng had drawn forth such thoughts and astonishment toward his terrifying combat prowess—

Now, those sentiments were gone entirely. Because Chu Mo had transcended their level completely! Ascending to a higher realm!

Not to mention his successful ascension as a Saint, simply his feat of slaying Great Saint Zhong Cheng with a single strike… This was utterly beyond the comprehension of almost all cultivators of the same generation. These were the top Heavenly Geniuses of the realm, each a leading talent of their respective domains.

They lacked neither vision nor confidence; every one of them possessed belief in their own invincibility.

And yet, at this moment, within each of their hearts, Chu Mo… had thoroughly outrun them, surpassing them so far that even his shadow was beyond their sight.

Only the old generations… could now stand beside him as equals.

Instantly, an unknown number of minds formed identical thoughts.

Xue Wulei remained silent, standing and walking away with a forlorn expression. Xue Wuqing glanced at his brother's back, then at their silent father Xue Chunqiu. In the end, he could only sigh, lowering his head and departing as well.

At that moment, from the Luotian Imperial Clan side, a deep voice rang out, causing countless people who were about to leave to freeze in their tracks.

"Many regard the Luotian Imperial Clan as a declining colossus, gradually fading. But today, by the emperor's decree, I summon all warriors of the realm. Perhaps the Imperial Clan has grown old, perhaps it has started to weaken, but the Imperial Clan's bloodline has never lost its fire! Since the day we held dominion over the world's qi movement, until today, this has never changed. So—who is willing to accompany the Imperial Clan in its resurgence? In the coming days, you may visit the Imperial Clan palace here or travel to Luotian Imperial City. For those who share our fervor and defiance of death—the title of Imperial warlord awaits you!"

Speaking was the Nineteenth Royal Uncle, Ji Feng. After saying this, he calmly sat back down.

The entire arena-like small world initially fell into a dead silence, followed by a massive commotion!

The Imperial Clan… had issued a recruitment order!

How many years had it been since such an event? When was the last time the Imperial Clan summoned warriors? Few could even recall.

Today's display by the Imperial Clan utterly stunned too many people.

Powerful, commanding—and yet not lacking in charisma and magnanimity.

This was the Imperial Clan of their ideals!

Even without the recruitment order, countless top Heavenly Geniuses from the Seven Great Domains were already considering pledging allegiance to the Imperial Clan. Now, with the issuance of this decree, it was akin to a volcanic eruption.

The Zhong Family cultivators who hadn't yet left turned pale upon hearing the recruitment order!

They finally understood the emperor's intentions today. He had not only come to back up his nephew Chu Mo but also to draw in the unrivaled Heavenly Geniuses from the Seven Great Domains!

Despicable!

By the time they understood, it was already too late. The ancient clans of the Luotian Immortal Domain all had the same desire for top Heavenly Geniuses, but these figures were not easily recruited.

To reign as kings within their domains, or to join an ancient clan as warriors? For most, the latter choice was rare.

But to join the Imperial Clan as warlords?

That was entirely different!

The Imperial Clan had refrained from recruiting external cultivators for many years, leaving many hopeful but powerless individuals. Today, with their overwhelming momentum, successive victories, and the emperor shedding his perceived weakness for decisive ruthlessness in handling traitors, the combination of timing, opportunity, and charisma was undeniable!

Who could resist?

Chu Mo stood there, smiling. Within his body, the Heaven's Will—Only Me Scroll cultivation technique—underwent yet another ascent.

While it hadn't reached the fifth-level scroll, it elevated to a new sub-layer.

Endless essence energy from all directions surged into his body.

Then, he began walking toward the Imperial Clan camp.

There, his brothers awaited him.

There, countless relatives from the Imperial Clan awaited him.

There, his mother and father awaited him.

Everyone, with smiles on their faces, stood to welcome him, watching him return.

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