The wind howled with magic overflowing. Mo Wenjie's body emitted a bright glow, the powerful spiritual energy compressed into tangible gusts, tightly suppressing the person in front of him. Under the pressure of spiritual energy, that person knelt down, forehead drenched in cold sweat, and his face was full of pain and unwillingness.
Mo Wenjie's eyes burned with intensity, coldly staring at him, his voice carrying an indomitable authority: "Speak. Who is the mastermind behind you? What scheme do you have?" The voice seemed to originate from the nine hells, causing the person under suppression to tremble involuntarily.
Under the powerful pressure, the man could no longer hold on, stammering that there was an ambitious demon lord behind them who sought to dominate the Three Realms. To fulfill this mad ambition, the demon lord secretly gathered various forces and plotted a terrifying conspiracy.
Upon hearing this, Mo Wenjie's face broke into a dismissive cold smile. Such an arrogant individual dares to covet the Three Realms, truly a proud person out of place! His spiritual energy surged instantly around him, blindingly bright and making it impossible to look directly at. Before the evil man could have any reaction, Mo Wenjie waved his hand, sending a surge of powerful spiritual energy like a surging tide that struck him down and rendered him unconscious on the ground.
Gazing at the unconscious man, Mo Wenjie's expression grew somber. The demon lord who aspired to rule the Three Realms must possess formidable power, and the schemes behind him remain unknown in their extent. However, he harbored no fear. He understood that he bore the responsibility of safeguarding the Three Realms, no matter how arduous the path ahead might be. With determination, he would press forward, shattering the demon lord's machinations and defending the tranquility of the Three Realms.
Mo Wenjie squatted down, his fingers gently tapping the person's forehead, allowing a faint trace of spiritual energy to enter his consciousness. After a moment, Mo Wenjie's brows furrowed as he gleaned only some vague clues from the fragments of memory. He knew he had to act quickly. Mo Wenjie formed hand seals and recited incantations, casting a tracking spell. A beam of spiritual light shot into the sky, heading in a certain direction. Without hesitation, Mo Wenjie followed it with determination.
Shortly after, he arrived at a gloomy valley. The valley was filled with malevolent aura, and faint evil breaths could be heard. Mo Wenjie's heart was on high alert as he slowly stepped into the valley. Suddenly, many demonized beast appeared and rushed towards him. With a cold snort, Mo Wenjie unsheathed his spiritual sword and released a brilliant light. His figure moved like lightning among the beast horde, striking out with each stroke and taking away a beast's life.
Just as he had just eradicated all the fierce and ferocious beasts in front of him, suddenly, a thunderous laughter filled with madness echoed through the heavens, as if to tear apart the very sky: "Hahahahaha...Mo Wenjie, you insolent fool! Do you really think that with your own strength alone, you can stop me?"
Upon hearing the maniacal laughter, Mo Wenjie snapped his head up, his sharp, eagle-like eyes scanning the direction from where the sound came. In the distant sky, there was an immense black shadow rolling in like a cloud looming overhead. Where it passed, there was a howling wind and stones being swept away. Without a doubt, that shadow was enveloping the place where the fearsome demon lord resided!
Facing such a formidable enemy, Mo Wenjie showed no trace of fear. He gripped tightly the spiritual sword in his hand, which shimmered with a cold glow. The sword trembled slightly as if it too sensed the fierce determination and unwavering conviction in its master's heart.
Mo Wenjie's gaze was like a blazing inferno, steadfastly fixed on the approaching demon lord. With a cold tone, he said, "Demon Lord, you have committed enough evil in your life. Today, no matter what, your cunning schemes will not succeed!"
The demon lord replied with another maniacal laugh: "Child, let me show you how powerful I am!" After saying that, the demon lord waved his hand, and countless black magical energy transformed into sharp spears aimed at Mo Wenjie. Mo Wenjie quickly spun his spiritual sword, forming a spiritual energy shield. The spears collided with the shield, creating a spark.
Taking the opportunity, Mo Wenjie counterattacked. He leapt into the air, pointing his spiritual sword at the demon lord and shouting: "Shattering Demon Swords!" A beam of white sword energy surged towards the demon lord. The demon lord crossed his hands, a barrier of magical energy appeared in front of him, easily blocking the sword energy.
Realizing that ordinary attacks were ineffective, Mo Wenjie compressed his spiritual energy to its limit, his body glowing with golden light. "Spirit and Deity as One!" Mo Wenjie transformed into a streak of light and rushed towards the demon lord. The demon lord was caught off guard by Mo Wenjie's desperate attempt and was pierced through his defenses, sustaining a minor injury.
Enraged by Mo Wenjie's audacity, the demon lord reached into his bosom and pulled out a magical artifact. The moment the artifact appeared, the surrounding space twisted and distorted. Mo Wenjie felt a powerful gravitational pull tugging at him, gritting his teeth to resist. At that moment, Mo Wenjie noticed a glitch in the artifact's operation and seized the opportunity, launching his spiritual sword with all his might. The sword pierced through the gap and struck the demon lord, who was unable to dodge in time and was injured by the sword. He let out an angry roar.
The demon lord, in agony from his injury, became angrier. Ignoring the blood trickling from his wounds, he forcefully activated the magical artifact. Once imbued with his essence and blood, the artifact unleashed even more formidable power. The gravitational pull intensified several times, deepening Mo Wenjie's footprints in the ground as he struggled to stay afloat. Just as he was about to be pulled into the artifact, a forbidden incantation that his master had once imparted to him came to mind. This incantation could temporarily amplify one's strength but at a tremendous cost and risk of severe repercussions afterwards.
Mo Wenjie bit his teeth and decided to take the risk. He mobilized all his spiritual energy, channeling it through a special technique, causing the light around him to turn blood-red. With a loud shout, Mo Wenjie broke free from the artifact's pull and surged towards the demon lord at an even faster speed. The demon lord was shocked and frightened by this turn of events, trying to control the artifact again to defend himself, but found that the artifact had temporarily lost its effect due to the previous overloading.
Mo Wenjie's assault had arrived. He punched the demon lord in the chest, and the demon lord flew backward like a kite without a string. However, Mo Wenjie was also affected by the counter-reaction of the spell, spitting out blood. But he managed to endure his body and prepared for his final blow against the demon lord.
At the critical moment, the demon lord suddenly felt a surge of overwhelming deathly threat like a tidal wave crashing down upon him! This terrifying aura instantly engulfed him, filling his heart with endless fear and disarray.
In this life-or-death situation, the demon lord hastily reached into his bosom and pulled out a precious transmission symbol. With muttering incantations, he quickly formed a series of complex and mysterious hand seals. As a brilliant burst of light flashed by, a colossal portal began to materialize slowly.
At this moment, the demon lord had no time to consider other things. His figure flickered, and he vanished into the transmission portal without a trace. Only a mess of debris and the lingering energy fluctuations were left in his wake.
On the other side, Mo Wenjie was in a state of frantic worry upon seeing this. He immediately executed a martial technique to pursue, but after the intense battle earlier, his physical strength had been pushed to its limit. At this moment, despite his determination to chase, his body could no longer respond as he desired. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't increase his speed.
Thus, Mo Wenjie could only watch as the demon lord escaped through the portal, feeling deeply frustrated. His eyes widened to their fullest, his gaze fixed on the gradually dissipating light of the portal as if he were trying to physically drag the demon lord back with his eyes. His teeth were clenched so tightly that his lips turned pale from the effort, and his forehead bulged with veins, a visible sign of his inner anger and dissatisfaction.
Yet, he did not lose heart because of this, but instead held tightly to the longsword in his hand. The blade shimmered with a faint glow in the dim light, almost echoing Mo Wenjie's resolute determination. He took a deep breath, slowly relaxed his clenched fists, and then tightened his grip on the hilt again with such force that it seemed as if he were embedding the hilt into his palm.
He looked up, and the frustration in his eyes had vanished, replaced by an endless determination. The wind gently blew, ruffling his hair, but it could not disperse the determination in his eyes. "The Demon Lord, you may escape for a while, but you can't escape forever," Mo Wenjie murmured softly, his voice light yet carrying an unchallengeable ferocity.
He took a deep breath, then thrust forward with his legs without hesitation. His sturdy and powerful strides, like a drumbeat, struck the barren ground again and again, producing a heavy and rhythmic sound.
With every step he took, he could feel the strong resistance from the ground beneath his feet, a force that continuously surged through his body, making him stand taller and sturdier. His eyes remained locked on the horizon, where the Demon Lord lay hidden.
As he continued to walk, the dust kicked up by his steps danced into the air, forming a yellow cloud. The dust particles seemed to be imbued with life, closely following in his footsteps as if cheering him on, collectively witnessing his ambition and resolve at this very moment.
In this deathly silence, the only sounds that could be heard were his footsteps and breathing. However, it was precisely this silence that made Mo Wenjie's burning desire for revenge become all the more intense. He knew that this journey would be full of difficulties and obstacles, but no matter what, he would never give up. For there was a blazing fire burning in his heart - the hatred for the Demon Lord and the determination to cleanse his dishonor.
Mo Wenjie, along with Ding Qingxiao and Huang Ling'er, Jiang Yuruo, Xiao Yawen, Ding Yan, Tuoba Yingying, Qin Xiaodie, Cao Chunling, Ling Xue and Liu Chuande east, while healing their wounds on the road. When they arrived at a small town, he sensed an unusual fluctuation of spiritual energy. Upon approaching closer, he found out that it was a cultivator family forced by the Demon Lord. The young disciples of the family were discussing ways to oppose the Demon Lord. Mo Wenjie revealed his identity and everyone pleaded for him to impart some methods to counter the Demon Lord. After some contemplation, Mo Wenjie began to instruct them on a specific array formation designed to restrain the demon lord's magical power.
After several days, the array formation was completed. Mo Wenjie led the disciples to hunt the Demon Lord. Eventually, they found him standing in front of a demon palace. Upon seeing Mo Wenjie dare to come and with a group of people behind him, the Demon Lord sneered mockingly. However, when he sensed the power of the array formation, his expression changed drastically. The battle resumed, and with the aid of the formation, Mo Wenjie and his disciples gradually gained the upper hand. The Demon Lord tried to escape again but was limited by the array formation's restrictions on his teleportation abilities.
Mo Wenjie seized the opportunity and unleashed his most powerful move, directly targeting the demon lord's weak spot. The demon lord struggled a few times before finally falling to the ground, lifeless. Mo Wenjie had avenged himself, and those young disciples had also become the new forces guarding the Three Realms.
