Destroy the city, eradicate the religion.
As Firecloud Preceptor shouted, the many powerful figures who followed them were eager to try their skills. For years, they had been suppressed by Liu Wuxin, and the accumulated resentment they felt finally burst out today.
In an instant, many high-level masters flooded into the air above the Imperial City like a deluge of salmon.
"It's over, this time it's truly over."
Cloud Spring shallower looked up at the approaching crowd in the sky, and the last shred of hope in his heart finally vanished.
Jiang Dongli, despite holding a second-rank position, possessed exceptional defensive capabilities. In the eyes of Yun Chu Xiu and the other saintly maidens, she was the only one under Liu Wuxin who could defend Tian Mo Dao.
But now, she could only be trapped and unable to move a single inch.
In this case, who else can save them?
"If the eldest brother was here, perhaps, perhaps there would be a way."
Little Bean looked up at the crowd descending from the sky, and involuntarily let out a heavy sigh. Clenching his fists, he silently prayed in his heart.
"Master is capable of predicting the enemy's moves in advance. Perhaps, this is also within his plan..."
Fortune Uncle looked up at the sky, his lips quivering slightly, unsure if he truly had such thoughts or was merely comforting himself before his demise.
"Here? Dean, what did you say is coming?"
Over at the Yanyin Academy, all the white-clad disciples turned their gaze towards the Imperial City after hearing the Dean's words. However, apart from that group of people breaking into the city, there were no others. They couldn't help but feel incredibly curious in their hearts.
"He, is coming."
The elder spoke softly, his gaze extending towards the north. Suddenly, a streak of blood-red sword qi pierced through the sky.
The blood mist filled the air, and just as the countless figures were about to surge into the Imperial City, they were pierced through by the blood-red sword qi in an instant.
Blood stains the sky.
Nearly half of the high-level masters disappeared, and some barely escaped by dodging the sword qi. Although they managed to save their lives, most were left with missing limbs and almost all of them were covered in injuries, with no intact parts left on their bodies.
Who is it?
At this moment, the Firecloud Elder, who was leading the crowd to attack the Imperial City, was momentarily stunned. His gaze shifted towards the direction of the blood-red sword qi, and his eyes carried a hint more ferocity.
In principle, Jiang Dongli should be the last card of Tian Mo Dao, and there shouldn't be any other high-level masters helping Tian Mo Dao at this moment.
However, unlike the reaction of Firecloud Preceptor, the black-robed man suddenly sneered coldly, "Here he comes."
"Who, who is coming?"
Firecloud Preceptor, as well as the other three Preceptors, all looked confused and asked.
"It's me."
Before the black-robed man could respond, a youth with one hand gripping a massive black sword stepped across various city walls, landing steadily on the city gate tower. He held the sword horizontally with one hand, facing the crowd who looked up at him.
"Chen Mo?"
When they saw Chen Mo, all the saintly maidens were stunned. Nobody expected that at a time like this, it was Chen Mo who saved them.
But, although Chen Mo has arrived, he... his strength is likely not enough to withstand the attacks of so many high-level martial artists.
Looking at Little Bean and Fortune Uncle, they both breathed a sigh of relief. As long as Chen Mo was there, they believed that any problem could be solved.
"Haha, finally arrived. It's a good opportunity to fulfill the mission entrusted by the master. Last time, there was Master Liu Wuxin interfering, which saved your life. This time, it won't be that easy."
The black-clad person looked at Chen Mo on the city walls and coldly snorted in his heart.
Firecloud Preceptor raised an eyebrow and looked at Chen Mo as well, loudly asking: "Who are you?"
"I..."
Chen Mo opened his mouth, but Firecloud Preceptor interrupted him immediately.
"I don't care who you are. Today, Tian Mo Dao is going to be destroyed. Even the Master of Heaven's Dao can't stop it..."
Firecloud Preceptor roared with cold arrogance, his eyes filled with disdain. He did not believe that there could be anyone in the world like Zhang Long, who could defeat four first-rank dignitaries with just a second-rank level.
Even if there were, it certainly wouldn't be Chen Mo in front of you.
Firecloud Preceptor admitted that Chen Mo's previous strike was indeed powerful, but it was far from matching Zhang Long's strength.
"My name is Chen Mo."
Chen Mo ignored Firecloud Preceptor's words and loudly declared to the people coming from all directions.
The voice wasn't loud, but it reached everyone's ears. For a moment, everyone was stunned.
"Chen Mo? Do you mean that Chen Mo?"
"No, it's impossible. He died three hundred years ago. He couldn't possibly still be alive."
"Yes, it's impossible. Absolutely not possible. It must be someone with the same name and surname."
...
As the clamor of various noisy discussions spread, Yun Chunqiu and the others looked at Chen Mo with confusion, wondering what purpose he had for revealing his name at this time.
"Haha, you won't think that just because your name is Chen Mo, you are the Dao Master Chen Mo three hundred years ago. You're not being modest. You can't possibly be him."
Firecloud Preceptor shook his head, not believing that a person who had died three hundred years ago could still be alive.
Even if...the three-hundred-years-ago Chen Mo were to come back to life, in this world where strength is king, Chen Mo without power would still not be able to protect Tian Mo Dao.
Chen Mo looked up at the crowd in the sky and shouted, "I am Chen Mo, who existed three hundred years ago. I am the Dao Master that you all referred to as the Ancestral One."
"I am not worthy, but three hundred years ago, I preached the Dao in the Qingzhou Tianlong Dynasty. If there are any here who have seen me three hundred years ago, you should be able to recognize my appearance."
"Tian Mo Dao has a great origin with me. I can't bear to see it being destroyed today. Here, I Chen Mo humbly ask for help from the masters who have been taught by me."
Chen Mo spoke one word at a time, each word resounding with strength. The discussions around him grew louder.
Firecloud Preceptor glanced around, a look of panic flashing in his expression. "Nonsense! Watch me rip your mouth to shreds."
As soon as he finished speaking, Firecloud Preceptor raised his hand and struck out, causing a burst of fire clouds to condense into a palm that struck towards Chen Mo heavily.
"Be careful!"
Little Bean called out in worry.
Suddenly, a loud voice echoed, "Disperse."
A simple word, "Disperse," made the fierce Firecloud Palm dissipate into thin air instantaneously. Everyone on the scene was shocked and stared in unison towards the source of the voice.
"Is that... the Dean of Yanyin Academy, Gu Hengsheng?"
"I've heard that Yanyin Academy is a place for scholars. I've also heard that these scholars are very proud, and they look down on the conflicts between warriors and martial artists. Why would they come here?"
"I remember Gu Hengsheng saying that scholars should focus on self-cultivation and not involve themselves in the crude fighting of warriors. The conflict in Zhongzhou has raged on for years, and apart from a few occasions to establish authority, Yanyin Academy has never interfered, nor have they supported anyone. Why would they do so today?"
