Chapter 217 – Xiao Chen: Master-Uncle, Please Wait. This Is Junior Brother Wang’s Stage
"Jie jie jie…"
A sinister, hoarse laugh echoed from within the massive crater.
The sound sent chills down the spines of many present. Yet more than fear, it brought confusion—after all, they had witnessed their share of intense battles.
But to be beaten so badly and still laugh like this? That was a first for everyone here.
Mo Yu frowned slightly and asked in puzzlement, "Mo Wuxin, you're already at death's door, and you can still laugh?"
As soon as he finished speaking, the laughter abruptly stopped.
From the crater, Mo Wuxin slowly stood up. He was covered in blood, surrounded by a terrifying demonic aura.
He licked the blood from the corner of his mouth with his tongue and grinned menacingly. "Don't call me Mo Wuxin. Call me Demon. Call me Demon Lord!"
"Outer-Realm Demon!"
The Eighth Prince of Great Yu instinctively exclaimed. As the direct descendant of a Half-Saint, he naturally knew of things that ordinary people would never have heard of.
"Jie jie jie…"
Mo Wuxin—no, the Outer-Realm Demon—laughed even more madly upon hearing someone speak of his origins.
"That's right. This Demon Lord is precisely the Outer-Realm Demon you speak of. Thanks to you all gravely wounding the original owner of this body, I've been able to descend upon this continent. As a reward, this Demon Lord shall turn you all into my blood food, and together we shall reign over this world!"
As his words fell, terrifying demonic aura erupted from his body and surged toward Mo Wuxin's direct descendants from the Tiandao Manor.
"No! Ancestor, don't!"
Amid heart-wrenching screams, the direct descendants were reduced to piles of white bones in an instant.
Mo Wuxin was now completely transformed into a demon, with not a trace of human semblance left.
The sudden change left everyone present unprepared. Those with weaker cultivation turned and fled without hesitation.
"A demon! The Outer-Realm Demon is here! Run!"
Even a powerhouse like the Eighth Prince of Great Yu turned pale and shouted, "Retreat at once! This is a Demon Lord at the Half-Saint level! Without a Half-Saint, no one can stop him!"
His shout sent the already panicked onlookers into complete chaos as they scrambled to flee.
On a lone peak—
Marquis Yishan, witnessing the scene unfold, had already drawn out the holy artifact given to him by the Dean, intending to suppress the Demon Lord in one strike.
But Xiao Chen, standing nearby, raised his hand to stop him. "Master-Uncle, please wait."
Marquis Yishan looked at him in confusion. "Xiao Chen, what do you mean by this? If this demon kills everyone here, the Dean will hold us responsible. You could even lose your position as the designated Holy Son."
All the sacred grounds of the Tianxuan Continent shared one rule: any Outer-Realm Demon encountered must be slain. If any sacred ground colluded with them, they would be destroyed by all.
Xiao Chen smiled. "It's just a mere Demon Lord. There's no need for you to use the Dean's holy artifact. Leave it to Junior Brother Xiaopang. After all, today is his stage."
Marquis Yishan seemed to recall something. The corners of his lips lifted slightly. "I was too anxious. I suppose Junior Brother Wang must have some trump card left to him by Chief Chu."
Xiao Chen said nothing, only nodding slightly, then turned his gaze back toward the Outer-Realm Demon.
For some reason, the divine sword in his hand suddenly had an urge to unsheathe itself and suppress the Demon Lord. But Xiao Chen used his spiritual sense to forcefully restrain that impulse.
Outside Tiandao Manor, Mo Yu's expression turned even more grave after hearing the Eighth Prince of Great Yu speak. He turned to Wang Baole and said, "Le'er, you go first. Leave this to your grandfather."
Seeing his grandfather standing in front of him, Wang Baole couldn't help but feel moved. He could clearly sense that Mo Yu had already resolved to die.
He stepped forward half a pace and smiled. "Grandfather, things haven't reached the point of no return. There's no need for you to take this risk. Leave it to your grandson."
"No!"
Mo Yu stretched out his arm to firmly block his grandson, giving Wang Baole no chance to take the risk.
This scene was fully taken in by the demon. It let out another bone-chilling laugh.
"Jie jie jie… what a touching scene. You grandfather and grandson can rest assured—none of you will escape today. I'll make sure your whole family embarks on the road to the afterlife together."
The Eighth Prince of Great Yu watched the scene unfold with anguish in his heart. He couldn't understand it—Wang Baole always seemed clever and level-headed. Why was he playing the hero now of all times?
If you die here, wouldn't our Great Yu Dynasty have come all this way for nothing, and even lose many of its elites?
He shifted his gaze to Nangong Yu and said,
"Yu'er, you bet on the wrong person this time."
Nangong Yu turned and smiled faintly at the prince.
"Uncle, how can you be so sure I backed the wrong person? The real show hasn't even begun."
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The Eighth Prince gave her a blank look, as if asking, What are you talking about?
"You little girl, is that any way to talk to your uncle?"
Nangong Yu laughed.
"If you're afraid, then feel free to retreat. But if you miss the chance to witness the sword of a Great Sage, don't say I didn't warn you."
"You mean that person from Wendao Academy is here too?"
The Eighth Prince's mind worked quickly. He immediately thought of that Half-Saint from Wendao Academy—Chu.
Nangong Yu replied,
"A small scene like this? Chief Chu wouldn't bother to appear in person."
The Eighth Prince: "…"
I feel like this girl is making fun of me, but I have no proof.
While they were speaking, the Outer-Realm Demon had already made a move.
With a casual swipe of its hand, a towering demonic claw appeared and came crashing down toward Wang Baole and Mo Yu.
Mo Yu instinctively wanted to swing his blade, but before that claw, he couldn't even muster the thought of resistance.
Just then, Wang Baole suddenly shouted beside his ear,
"Master, assist me!"
Startled, Mo Yu turned and saw Wang Baole take out a jade pendant.
Clang!
With a sword cry, a single point of sword light shot out—then ten thousand feet of light burst forth, piercing straight into the heavens.
That one sword strike was like splitting the sky—so astonishing it silenced all creation.
Even those cultivators who had fled dozens of li away stopped in their tracks upon hearing that sword cry and turned to look back.
All they saw was a terrifying sword aura that not only pierced through the demonic claw in the sky but also pierced straight through the body of the Outer-Realm Demon Lord.
Silence. Absolute silence.
All eyes turned toward the Demon Lord, eager to see what would happen next.
The Demon Lord instinctively looked down at its own chest. When it saw the gaping hole carved through by the sword light, it muttered,
"The… the sword of a Great Sage… I… I am not willing…"
Before it could finish, its body was engulfed in sword light and disintegrated into ash. A ball of pitch-black demonic essence flew out from Mo Wuxin's body, attempting to flee toward the sky.
"Hmph!"
Wang Baole snorted coldly.
"You think you can escape?"
As he spoke, he activated the sword jade again.
Clang!
Sword light flashed once more. In an instant, the demonic essence in the sky was obliterated into dust.
Whew…
Watching this scene, Wang Baole let out a long breath and turned to Mo Yu.
"Grandfather, we won."
Hearing this, Mo Yu finally snapped out of his shock. His face did not show the ecstasy of victory nor the relief of survival—only confusion. He blurted out instinctively,
"Le'er, how did you do it?"
At those words, everyone present turned their eyes toward Wang Baole…
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