Big Moon Ballad

Chapter 2627 Old Friend
A sharp sword pierced through Ji Jiashu's shoulder, a flash of lightning streaking across its blade.

"Master...?"

Ji Jiashu turned around with difficulty and stared blankly at the Thunder Academy Headmaster who was drawing his sword behind him.

He lightly touched the ground with his toes and leaped out, pulling his shoulder out of the Thunder Academy Master's sword.

Fresh blood gushed out, splattering onto the bluestone floor tiles, leaving a bloody stain three feet deep.

"Good reaction," Headmaster Lei said, flicking his sword to wipe away the blood droplets on the blade.

If Ji Jiashu hadn't reacted quickly, that diagonal slash would have cleaved his heart in two.

“But you’re still as soft-hearted as ever,” Headmaster Lei smiled kindly at Ji Jiashu. “I’ve warned you many times that you’ll die because of this sooner or later.”

Ji Jiashu, enduring the excruciating pain in his shoulder, raised the Spring Thunder Sword. "Master, I apologize."

Two thunderbolts met in the open space, creating a deafening roar.

Ji Mo, who was surrounded by cultivators in the crowd, suddenly raised his head and looked at the lightning on the outside.

"What? You still have time to worry about your son?"

Mr. Haoran, who was fighting him, suddenly thrust out more than a dozen swords, the sword fire aimed directly at Ji Mo's face.

Ji Mo's face was ashen. He glanced at the other cultivators surrounding him and let out a sharp cry, "Vermilion Bird!"

The Vermilion Bird flapped its wings and let out a long cry to the sky.

Ji Mo stared intently at the sword in his hand. Ying Baoyue's blood had completely seeped into the Yue King's sword, staining the blade crimson.

"Although it was not my intention, let me borrow your strength."

Unimaginable true energy swept across the entire ground of the Jixia Academy, and raging flames flowed like lava to every inch of the land, causing screams to erupt from the crowd besieging Ji Mo.

"Ji Mo!"

Even though they were both fire mages, Mr. Haoran couldn't withstand the heat of the sword fire. He took a dozen steps back and looked at the man standing in the flames in disbelief.

Ji Mo's hair ribbon had been burned to ashes in the sword fire, and her long hair was scattered and dancing in the flames.

Almost every strand of his hair was dyed red, and with his bright red sacrificial robes, he looked as if he were on fire.

The Earth-rank cultivators who had previously besieged Ji Mo were all engulfed in sword fire, falling in the flames and screaming in agony. But as they screamed, countless streams of black mud flowed from their eye sockets and ear canals, quickly seeping into the cracks in the ground and disappearing.

The sword flames on the cultivators who had timely expelled the black mud gradually died down, and their eyes gradually regained their clarity. However, several cultivators were unable to expel the black mud and were burned to a crisp.

Those outer disciples who were not affected by the sword fire stopped in their tracks upon seeing this scene, staring in horror at the man burning amidst the sword fire.

"Donghuang...Taiyi!"

Mr. Haoran looked at the man who had emerged from the flames and practically spat out those words through clenched teeth.

"You actually burned your own people alive! You're a monster!"

Ji Mo glanced indifferently at the several charred corpses on the ground, "Those who block my way shall die."

"Is this the first time you've met me, you old codger?"

Mr. Haoran's hand holding the sword trembled slightly; he was older than both Lin Shubai and Ji Mo. As a fellow fire mage, he was naturally aware of the rumors surrounding the two.

Although Ji Mo's strength is not as great as Lin Shubai's, he is more ruthless and has been known as the "God of Slaughter" since his youth.

However, Ji Mo has rarely fought with anyone over the years, so his past deeds have gradually been forgotten.

The disciples and elders of Jixia Academy were seeing the Imperial Preceptor like this for the first time, and their originally fierce eyes turned timid.

"It seems that although they are being controlled, they are not stupid; they are still afraid of dying."

Ji Mo chuckled, pointing the Yue King's sword at Mr. Haoran. "Alright, once I kill you, it will be over."

Mr. Haoran's body trembled, and the trembling became even more violent the next moment. He covered one eye and lowered his head, then raised his head with a loud laugh the next moment.

"Do you really think you can kill me?" "I am blessed by the gods and am already immortal! His Majesty promised that I would live forever!"

As he spoke, the eyeball of the eye he was covering with his hand was completely filled with black mud, turning into a pitch-black hole.

Ji Mo frowned. "Your emperor isn't the current King of Southern Chu, is he?"

"Haha, of course not!"

Mr. Haoran burst into laughter, “How could that brat be worthy of my loyalty? I only pledge my loyalty to the sole master of this continent!”

"My master is..."

really……

Ji Mo frowned. "Shut up!"

He flashed forward and thrust his sword at Mr. Haoran's throat. Mr. Haoran raised his sword to block, and sparks flew as their blades clashed.

Ji Mo saw up close the eye of Mr. Haoran that was filled with black mud, and inside there was something even darker writhing disgustingly.

This guy is hopeless.

Ji Mo narrowed his eyes and poured all his true energy into the sword blade.

With a whoosh, Mr. Haoran was sent flying more than ten feet away, his long sword leaving a long trail on the bluestone ground.

With a spit, Mr. Haoran spat out a mouthful of black blood, with black mud swirling within it.

Ji Mo coldly stared at his already severely injured opponent, raising his sword to deliver the final blow.

"Wait, Grand Preceptor."

Just then, an old man's voice came from behind him.

Ji Mo turned around, looked at the old man who had appeared behind him, and narrowed his eyes, "You?"

Standing behind him was the only headmaster of the Jixia Academy who had not appeared in the battle just now.

The Dean of the Water Conservancy Academy is Mr. Zhenshan.

Ji Jiashu, who was fighting with the headmaster of Lei Academy, was also taken aback when he saw the old man.

"You weren't controlled?" Ji Mo looked the old man up and down, somewhat surprised that he hadn't found any traces of black mud or poison on the old man.

"I'm afraid I escaped this calamity because I've always been at odds with that old fellow Haoran and never attend any of his banquets," Mr. Zhenshan said with a complicated expression as he looked at the inhuman Haoran not far away.

“Grand Preceptor, no matter what form this person takes, he is still a member of the Jixia Academy, and it is up to us at the Jixia Academy to clean up our own mess.”

Mr. Zhenshan, carrying an old sword, looked at Ji Mo and said, "It is not up to you, Grand Preceptor, to kill this man."

Ji Mo frowned. "Can you, an old man, really kill him?"

"Mr. Zhenshan, catch this!" Ji Jiashu tossed the last bamboo jar to Mr. Zhenshan from a distance.

Mr. Zhenshan took it and sensed the energy within the bamboo jar. The old man's brow twitched. "This is..."

"No time to explain, just smear it on the sword!"

Mr. Zhenshan complied, and then looked at the person in the distance who had been his friend and foe for decades.

"Zhenshan, you old bastard..."

Mr. Haoran dragged his longsword as he got up from the ground, looking at Mr. Zhenshan with resentment, "You think you can become the chief priest by killing me?"

"We've been fighting this for decades, it's time to end it."

Mr. Zhenshan sighed deeply.

"I've come to see you off on your final journey."