Chapter 126: The Catastrophe That Destroys the Sect (Part 2)

“Not good! Don’t let her unleash too much power! Quickly, kill her!” Elder Feng Yan’s heart jolted, and he shouted urgently. In his hand was a dark blue longsword. At the sound of his voice, the sword emitted a blinding radiance, slashing fiercely toward Jiang Ping. Meanwhile, the spiritual energy of the Five Peak Masters surged toward Lei Wei.

Lei Wei roared like thunder, his eyes sharp as bronze bells. A hundred-foot-long bolt of violet lightning shot into the sky and crashed down mercilessly toward Jiang Ping’s head. The sword’s radiance and the thunder strike arrived almost simultaneously. Seeing this, Jiang Ping remained calm; she let out a low chuckle, spread her hands apart, clenched them into fists, and struck one fist at the sword’s gleam and the other at the lightning.

Crash! The three forces collided violently. Elder Feng Yan and the Five Peak Masters were all thrown back, and Jiang Ping herself was not spared much relief. Blood poured from her seven orifices, and countless cracks appeared in her bones. Her physical body had only recently reached the Foundation Establishment stage, and her body tempering was just at the fifth level of the Mortal Departure stage, so the power she could endure was limited. Despite the spirit residing within her being far stronger than anyone present, her physical form could barely withstand such a clash and nearly shattered.

“Demonic Severing Divine Technique! Kill her!” Feng Yan and the Five Peak Masters understood this moment well and would not let such an opportunity slip away. After being thrown back, they charged once more. With Feng Yan’s loud command, the five peak masters gathered behind him, and a continuous flow of true essence surged into Feng Yan’s body. The spiritual sword within him soared skyward, merging with his blue sword into one.

Hum! The azure sword’s radiance intensified greatly. Even hundreds of feet away, the souls of Yun, Zhou, and Wang, who were watching the battle, trembled at the sword’s overwhelming intent, which suddenly soared upward and slashed fiercely toward Jiang Ping.

“No!” Jiang Ping’s pupils dilated as she fixed her gaze on the sword’s gleam descending upon her head. She wanted to dodge, to flee, to evade—but found her body utterly immobile at that moment. She could only watch helplessly as the sword came down.

Clang! Just as Jiang Ping thought she was doomed, darkness flashed before her eyes. A red-robed elder appeared out of nowhere in front of her, casually blocking the terrifying sword strike. Meanwhile, Feng Yan and the Five Peak Masters all spat out mouthfuls of blood and were flung backward.

After shattering the combined attack of Feng Yan and the Five Peak Masters with a single palm strike, the red-robed elder’s gaze fell upon Jiang Ping, scrutinizing her slightly. Seeing the elder’s face, Jiang Ping’s heart trembled. She quickly bowed and saluted, “Elder Chimu, I, Qian Xie, have failed in my duties. Please punish me, Elder.”

“You are not under my jurisdiction. Since His Highness has come personally, how to deal with you is his decision,” the elder said indifferently, withdrawing his gaze. As his voice fell, three more figures descended from the sky. Among them, aside from a red-robed elder with a stoic expression, the other two appeared to be young men around twenty-seven or twenty-eight years old.

Of the two, one dressed in yellow stood out conspicuously. He was tall and strikingly handsome, emanating a noble aura as if born to rule. Just standing atop the peak casually, all eyes instinctively gathered on him. This man, this man was a natural-born king.

After landing, he regarded everyone present as if they were nothing. His gaze immediately landed on Ji Mo, who was leaning on Su Ye’s shoulder. After a long look, a faint smile appeared on his handsome face; he raised his brow lightly and greeted Ji Mo as if to an old friend: “Miss Ji, we meet again.”

“Prince Ji, you came all this way just for me?” Ji Mo’s eyes narrowed slightly, suppressing the shock in her heart as she fixed her gaze on him. This suddenly appeared young man was none other than Ji Shengrui, the Crown Prince of the Wooden Star, with whom she had a brief encounter in the Flame Domain. (Though actually, they had met twice, but the latter was when she was unconscious and unaware.)

“Of course. However, Miss Ji, your whereabouts were truly difficult to find. I spent countless efforts searching for you,” Ji Shengrui said, waving his hand slightly. His tone was warm, tinged with a hint of reproach, and his smile was genuinely pleased, as if they were truly old friends reunited after many years.

“I wonder what it is about me that makes Prince Ji cross dimensions just to find me?” Ji Mo looked at him with faint mockery, unwilling to engage in idle small talk, cutting straight to the point.

“Heh, Miss Ji—oh, no, I should call you Ninth Sister—Ninth Sister, that’s not right. We share the same bloodline. Our Ji clan has spent countless efforts seeking a sister like you. How could you be so indifferent to a kin linked by blood?” Ji Shengrui chuckled.

“Prince Ji, you can eat recklessly, but you can’t speak recklessly. I don’t recall ever having such a noble brother,” Ji Mo said sharply, her expression turning cold.

“Whether my words are reckless or not, you’ll know once I explain. If I’m not mistaken, the wound on your chest should be caused by the Purple Flame Soul-Burning Sword of Yan Wei, the Young Master of the Black Sea,” Ji Shengrui’s eyes flickered slightly as he looked at the sword wound on Ji Mo’s chest. After a moment’s silence, he continued.

“Yan Wei is the Young Master of the Black Sea?” Ji Mo was momentarily stunned. Considering Ji Shengrui’s identity, Yan Wei was likely from the same dimension. Her thoughts shifted as she spoke, “Yes, I was indeed wounded by the Purple Flame Soul-Burning Sword. I heard those struck by this sword have no hope of survival. If you came all this way for me, I’m afraid you’ll be disappointed.”

“There is such a saying, but Ninth Sister, you practice the Demon Tempering Body Technique, and your vitality exceeds that of ordinary people. Even if your injury is incurable, extending your life by a few months is not impossible,” Ji Shengrui said with a smile.

“That’s true. Your concern is not for my life or death, but for obtaining something from me. By the way, Prince Ji, I’m curious—how did you learn that I practice the Demon Tempering Body Technique?” Ji Mo asked.

“Heh, the Demon Tempering Body Technique is renowned across the myriad worlds as the supreme body tempering art of the Witch and Lich clans. Though we belong to the Mortal Realm, it’s impossible that no one here has heard of it,” Ji Shengrui chuckled.

As for the members of the Moon Viewing Sect, they were already stunned by the sudden descent of Ji Shengrui and his companions. Now, hearing such unheard-of and unimaginable matters from Ji Shengrui left them utterly speechless, standing dumbfounded in place.

“Indeed. The Ji royal family, as the rulers of the Wooden Star, possess extraordinary insight and means. I underestimated you, Prince Ji. You and your kin spared no effort to cross dimensions to come here. You must believe there is something on me worth such a price. Shall we negotiate?” Ji Mo smiled faintly and spoke again. (To be continued...)