Ancient Fiend Dragon Emperor-Chapter 797 - 796: Don’t Force Me to Draw My Knife

The Eastern Ancestor’s expression darkened as he shouted at Wang Mo, "Wang Mo, you’re courting death!"

"With just this avatar, you cannot kill me!"

Wang Mo snorted coldly. His palm transformed, and at that moment, his enormous fingers turned into mountains, bearing down upon Su Han with immense pressure.

It could be said that Wang Mo’s goal was not merely to annihilate the Phoenix Sect, but rather to kill Su Han.

To anyone observing, it was clear: Su Han was the soul of the Phoenix Sect, its spiritual pillar. If Su Han were killed, the Phoenix Sect would undoubtedly collapse. ƒгeeweɓn૦vel.com

"Boom!"

The massive palm roared across the heavens, shaking the void. A cracking noise echoed as the space splintered into fragments.

"Destruction Sword Formation, arise!" Shangguan Mingxin’s voice rang cold and sharp.

"Swish!"

Endless violet Destruction Sword Intent materialized into an astonishing longsword, colliding fiercely with Wang Mo’s palm.

Upon contact, the Destruction Sword Formation exploded with dazzling violet brilliance, endless True Yuan surged from the bodies of the Starry Divine Guard, channeling into the longsword as it clashed with Wang Mo’s palm hundreds of times within an instant.

"Hmm?"

Wang Mo let out a sound of surprise. Among the entire Phoenix Sect, he viewed no one except Su Han as a threat.

Standing at the Peak Pseudo-Emperor Realm, invincible under the Dragon Emperor Realm, he never imagined that the Starry Divine Guard’s Destruction Sword Formation could rival his power.

"If that’s all, it’s still not enough!"

Wang Mo sneered. His Peak Pseudo-Emperor Realm cultivation base erupted violently, emanating an astonishing radiance throughout his body. The light swiftly coalesced into a massive fist that struck the Destruction Sword Formation with crushing force.

Under such an attack, the violet longsword quivered violently, retreating slightly but without dissipating.

The Eastern Ancestor advanced at this moment, his figure shooting from the warship toward Wang Mo.

At the same time, from the One Slash Palace, Nangong Chenfeng let out a cold snort, stepped forward, and disappeared, reappearing directly in front of Su Han.

Had it been only the Eastern Ancestor, Wang Mo would not have been fazed. However, Nangong Chenfeng’s arrival made him pause, his face sinking into a sullen expression.

"Nangong Chenfeng, you intend to stop me too?" Wang Mo asked grimly.

"Stand down."

Nangong Chenfeng clasped his hands behind his back and said indifferently, "The Phoenix Sect was personally conferred as a First-Class Sect by my One Slash Palace and falls under its jurisdiction. I cannot let this matter go unchecked."

"When the Phoenix Sect slaughtered my Wang Family descendants, where were you then?!" Wang Mo snarled.

"It was a competition."

Nangong Chenfeng stared at Wang Mo calmly and said, "The Eastern Ancestor himself stated that in the sect tournament, life and death are unrestricted. If I were in your position, I would devote the remaining twenty-seven years I have to do everything possible to contribute to the Wang Family."

"Killing this man and annihilating the Phoenix Sect would be the greatest contribution to the Wang Family!" Wang Mo declared.

"You’re too stubborn." Nangong Chenfeng shook his head.

Wang Mo stared at him for a moment, then took a deep breath, his tone growing darker, "Nangong Chenfeng, don’t think that just because you’re in the Dragon Emperor Realm, I won’t dare touch you. I don’t have much time left to live, and I’ve said before: anyone who obstructs me is my enemy. As long as I live, I will make them regret it!"

"Are you threatening me?" Nangong Chenfeng’s eyes narrowed.

Wang Mo did not respond verbally, but the cold sneer on his face made his intentions clear.

"To be fair, a Peak Pseudo-Emperor Realm cultivator is indeed formidable, and with less than thirty years left to live, perhaps you should go mad. However..."

Nangong Chenfeng’s gaze turned icy as he continued, "Perhaps other forces would fear you, but my One Slash Palace does not. Don’t bring trouble upon yourself. How long you live depends on the decisions you make now."

"You think you can kill me?!"

Wang Mo laughed loudly. "Nangong Chenfeng, you’re overestimating yourself. I admit that I cannot defeat a Dragon Emperor Realm cultivator, but with my cultivation base, you trying to kill me is nothing but a dream!"

"Don’t force my hand."

Nangong Chenfeng slightly shook his head, flipping his palm to reveal a dark blue scabbard with a hilt adorned with exactly nine treasure beads. At a glance, it was evident that this was at least a High-Grade Holy Spirit Level weapon.

"Don’t make me draw my blade."

Nangong Chenfeng continued, "You should know the consequences if I do."

Wang Mo’s expression turned grim, as if dripping water. He was well aware of the One Slash Palace’s reputation: one slash to kill an opponent; if the opponent doesn’t die, the wielder would perish.

Of course, this was merely a rumor. Even if they couldn’t kill their opponent, the One Slash Palace’s cultivators wouldn’t die instantly.

The saying primarily highlighted their resolve in battle. Even against ants, they would go all out without hesitation or complacency. Finding weaknesses among the disciples of One Slash Palace was practically impossible—not even a sliver of negligence could be found.

At this moment, Wang Mo stood facing Nangong Chenfeng, a cultivator in the Dragon Emperor Realm from One Slash Palace!

While Wang Mo believed Nangong Chenfeng could not kill him, he was deeply apprehensive. If it were another Dragon Emperor Realm cultivator, such as Han Yunlai or Moo Qinghai, Wang Mo would indeed have little fear and great confidence in escaping their grasp.

But Nangong Chenfeng was different—he hailed from One Slash Palace!

"So domineering..."

Shangguan Mingxin gazed at Nangong Chenfeng with a dazzling sparkle in her eyes. "This is what true power looks like, capable of making even a Peak Pseudo-Emperor Realm cultivator hesitate with just a word."

"Indeed, very strong."

Liuyun and Hong Chen exchanged a glance and thought to themselves, "One day, I will surpass him."

Just as the three reflected inwardly, Su Han, who had been standing quietly behind them, suddenly stepped forward.

"Sect Master, you..."

Seeing him advance, Liuyun, Hong Chen, and Shangguan Mingxin’s expressions changed. The members of the Phoenix Sect quickly stepped forward to guard him as well.

But Su Han simply waved his hand, motioning for them to stop.

In truth, while Liuyun and the others knew Su Han was strong, they had never truly witnessed the extent of his abilities.

However, Wang Mo stood at the genuine Peak Pseudo-Emperor Realm, and in their hearts, Su Han, with his apparent Dragon God Realm Early Stage cultivation base, was likely no match for Wang Mo.

It wasn’t just them—the Eastern Ancestor and Nangong Chenfeng also turned to look at Su Han in this moment.

Wang Mo’s gaze turned icy cold. A sinister smile curled at his lips as he remarked, "What, eager to come forward and deliver yourself to death?"

Su Han ignored him and instead cupped his fists slightly toward Nangong Chenfeng and the Eastern Ancestor, his voice calm, "Thank you both for your kindness, seniors, but..."

"I am indeed curious to see just how strong a Peak Pseudo-Emperor Realm cultivator truly is."