"Son!" Qingyu didn't expect Chu Mo to be so impulsive, directly charging into the ranks of the Ancient Nine Nether Clan. Her face turned pale with worry.

Chu Tianji also took a deep breath. After so many years of battle, he knew too well the foundation of the Ancient Nine Nether Clan. Chu Mo rushing in like this was practically courting death.

Several Great Saints of the Luotian Imperial Clan were equally panicked, dashing toward the Ancient Nine Nether Clan. Even if heavily injured, they had to bring Chu Mo back!

If anything happened to Chu Mo, there would be unimaginable chaos!

The entire Imperial Clan—who didn't know how important Chu Mo was? If even the side branches of the Imperial Clan, with their determination to kill him, understood his significance, how could they not?

These Great Saints of the Luotian Imperial Clan couldn't help but silently criticize Chu Mo, thinking that he was too reckless, truly young and unaware of the immensity of the heavens!

If the Ancient Nine Nether Clan were so easy to wipe out, they would have done it long ago—instead of fighting to the present day!

Meanwhile, in the camp of the Ancient Nine Nether Clan, many were ecstatic!

Even the Nine Nether Master, as the direct descendant of the Nine Nether Patriarch, was exceedingly clear about Chu Mo's value!

If they could kill Chu Mo today, even if it meant their armies were defeated in this war and their losses were catastrophic, it would still be worth it!

"Kill! No need to leave him alive!" The Nine Nether Master, a man appearing in his thirties wearing extravagant robes, issued a cold order from atop an ancient war chariot.

His words were followed by law, manifesting as a golden shimmering decree that instantly appeared before every Ancient Nine Nether Clan cultivator.

At that instant, three more cultivators in the Great Saint Realm charged toward Chu Mo.

Six Great Saints!

Among them, the one with the most profound cultivation had already reached the late stage of the Great Saint Realm!

The intent was clear: they were going for a lethal strike against Chu Mo!

They left no chance for Chu Mo's survival!

At the same time, a few other Great Saints from the Ancient Nine Nether Clan charged toward the Great Saints of the Luotian Imperial Clan flying in to rescue Chu Mo. Their eyes gleamed with a ruthless determination—they would spare no effort to block them!

Qingyu and Chu Tianji had also already rushed forward by this point.

The ultimate showdown between the strongest forces of the Ancient Nine Nether Clan and the Luotian Imperial Clan was on the brink of eruption!

At that moment, Chu Mo moved.

Surrounded by six Great Saints, Chu Mo's expression remained unchanged. In his clear eyes, there even seemed to be a trace of disdain and… a deadly resolve!

Then, he swung his blade.

It wasn't just any ordinary slash—it was the final strike of the Netherworld Eight Slashes: Slaughter Immortal!

This wasn't the first time Chu Mo had used this slash. Though the technique seemed out of step with his current cultivation level, when used in his Great Saint Realm now, it underwent a transformation unimaginable to others!

Yes, a transformation!

Only those at Chu Mo's level could truly sense this transformation.

This slash… was terrifying beyond belief!

Precision!

At Chu Mo's cultivation level, "precision" might seem insignificant—after all, who among Great Saints would be imprecise when attacking an enemy?

But the precision of Slaughter Immortal cut directly to the essence!

In Chu Mo's hands today, this move had completely transformed into his own—the blade technique of a Great Saint!

Its power was limitless and boundless!

After Chu Mo's enhancements, this slash could mobilize his entire strength with incredible efficiency.

After the recent changes to his Dao Platforms, Chu Mo might have fewer of them now, but the accumulation of his strength had multiplied exponentially compared to before!

Although his realm was still that of the Great Saint, few Great Saints in existence could compare to him in terms of raw power.

After all, those other Great Saints didn't possess as many Dao Platforms as he did!

His speed was incomparably fast!

At a speed so high that even cultivators in the same Great Saint Realm couldn't react!

For any Great Saint, their full-speed burst far surpassed the speed of light many times over.

But Chu Mo's blade surpassed the speed of light by a thousand, even ten thousand times!

With his slash, time itself seemed to rewind!

Centering around him, an unbelievable domain formed, where time and space bent entirely to Chu Mo's will!

Therefore, with this slash, none but a colossal entity could withstand it!

The blood-red blade of Heaven Slaying began to surge with a sea of blood—a legacy of countless powerful beings it had slain over ages! In that sea of blood, ferocious winds rose, waves towered, and killing intent was endless!

One slash.

Six Great Saint cultivators were decapitated!

And their attacks? They had not even managed to unleash a single one.

Boom!

One head belonging to an early Great Saint instantly exploded!

It was annihilated by Chu Mo without even a moment's resistance.

The remaining five heads, while still intact, had their very essence shattered by Chu Mo's blade technique, leaving them completely devoid of any power to resurrect. They might not be dead, but they were no different from corpses!

These five heads looked strikingly similar to those Great Saint heads that floated in the far-flung ancient battlefields.

In fact, in many ways, they were nearly identical!

Their heads had lost their divine sense but still bled profusely. A Great Saint's decapitated head, even after billions of years, might still not run dry.

Moreover, these heads emanated overwhelming resentment—the lament of their shattered paths. Any being of a lower cultivation level approaching them would be heavily affected, easily killed by their aura alone.

For Chu Mo, this slash barely consumed any of his energy!

If he had used a basic chop, though the damage would have been similar, his energy consumption would have increased manyfold.

Now, Chu Mo stood rejuvenated, cloaked in heaven-piercing blood energy. Without hesitation, he charged deeper into the Ancient Nine Nether Clan's ranks. His presence was so oppressive that it felt like the entire battlefield would collapse!

The Great Saints of the Luotian Imperial Clan who had rushed in despite everything to protect him were stunned!

The Great Saints of the Ancient Nine Nether Clan who tried to block those from the Luotian Imperial Clan were equally stunned!

Qingyu was stunned!

Chu Tianji was equally… stunned!

The entire battlefield—both sides—everyone was stunned.

Yes, everyone was utterly shaken!

No one could have imagined that Chu Mo would slay six Great Saint cultivators with just one slash.

Defying the heavens? A freak? A god?

How could such a thing even happen?

Throughout ten thousand ages of history in the vast Luotian Cosmos, how many peerlessly talented geniuses had emerged?

This group of cultivators, standing at the pinnacle of their era, had seen countless dazzling stars among the heavens—themselves included!

Yet when had they ever seen such an overwhelmingly oppressive existence?

If Chu Mo were already a colossal figure, they could accept it. But the problem was… Chu Mo was not!

He was just a Great Saint cultivator.

When did he even enter the Great Saint Realm? Wasn't he just a Saint, or perhaps a supreme being, during his fight with Zhong Sheng not long ago?

Everyone was stunned by Chu Mo's overwhelming power. These intellectual giants, unmatched in mental calculations, found their minds entirely stalled!

How could such a person even exist in this world?

"Nine Nether Master… come out and face your death!"

Chu Mo roared!

The blood-red blade, as ominous as it was terrifying, pointed toward the handsome young man atop the ancient war chariot.

Gulp.

The Nine Nether Master reflexively… gulped.

His Adam's apple bobbed, his eyes shifted slightly. That youthful, handsome face turned completely pale. Gripping the armrest of the war chariot, he stared at Chu Mo in disbelief. "You… you…"

"Get over here!" Chu Mo abruptly raised his hand, delivering a resounding slap toward the Nine Nether Master.

Boom!

A profound and ancient aura surged from the war chariot. A force akin to the creation of the universe instantly formed a pitch-black hole, blasting straight toward Chu Mo's hand.

"Destruction!" The Nine Nether Master roared.

This was his ultimate move… his strongest strike!

Destruction!

The Ancient Nine Nether Clan's most dreadful technique.

This technique annihilated not just the opponent, but also the user!

At this moment, the Nine Nether Master cared about nothing else. Even if it meant his own demise, he would ensure Chu Mo's death on this battlefield.

He's merely at the Great Saint Realm!

If he were to become a colossal figure, what then?

Who in this world could possibly stop him?

They say the mighty monkey is unmatched; anyone witnessing this young man's battle would hardly believe the monkey was stronger!

The endless aura of destruction engulfed Chu Mo. Beneath the Nine Nether Master, the ancient war chariot immediately disintegrated!

This war chariot, itself a top-tier holy artifact for Great Saints, amplified the lethal power of the Ancient Nine Nether Clan's ultimate technique—Destruction—by several times!

Such an attack… even those supreme existence-level colossuses could not take it lightly!

The time and space of the entire cosmos ground to a halt again. Battles so intense they could influence the Heavenly Dao often disrupted the natural flow of time and space. Though they might not alter the river of time, they left profound ripples upon it.

The Nine Nether Master's vicious laughter rang out: "You little beast, die with me!"

Beyond the arena, Qingyu and Chu Tianji's eyes reddened, almost bleeding. The Great Saints of the Luotian Imperial Clan wore equally vehement expressions of rage.

This battle was completely beyond expectation.

Chu Mo's one slash to kill six Ancient Nine Nether Great Saints was already incomprehensible.

The Nine Nether Master's decisive self-sacrificial strike was even more unexpected.

This level of brutality, this resolve—something only a scarce few could muster.

"Who said I'd die with you?" Suddenly, Chu Mo's body radiated with immeasurable starlight. This starlight instantly spread out, encompassing an infinite sea of stars.

In the void of the cosmos, trillions upon trillions of stars pulsed, resonating in unison with the radiance emanating from Chu Mo.

Within Chu Mo, the largest Dao Platform he possessed expanded in an instant, enveloping his entire body!

It transformed into a physical manifestation of a Dao Platform, materializing beneath his feet!

Chu Mo stood atop the Dao Platform, draped in limitless starlight. In his elixir field, seven stars sparkled brilliantly. He held the blood-red Heaven Slaying blade in his hand, while above his head, divine glyphs of a thousand words danced and shimmered.

The Nine Nether Master's ultimate strike, his Destruction technique, disintegrated like a feather against a storm—vanishing without a trace.

Chu Mo raised his blade for another slash.

A flash of brilliance swept through, rendering Heaven and Earth silent.

The Nine Nether Master… fell.

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