Under One Person, your rebellious life has reached the heavens?

"Boom!!!"

Jiang Mo withstood the killing blow. The True Qi of Daylight swirling around his body suddenly transformed into True Qi of Yin Yin. As he raised his hand, a black river, like a wild horse breaking free of its reins, surged upwards, eroding the cluster of lightning filled with murderous intent.

In a moment, the darkness that engulfed one side gained absolute dominance, and the lightning was defeated one after another. King Nasengu used the power of heaven and earth to fight back. Not only that, he also manipulated the land beneath his feet, turning it into a huge hand that covered the sky and the moon, pressing down.

"Rustling sound—!"

Within a hundred meters of the white figure, an invisible force suddenly disintegrated the giant hand made of rock and soil into countless dust particles.

King Nasengu's face was ashen. After more than two thousand years of erosion, his strength was only half of what it had been at its peak. Even so, he was still no match for this mysterious powerhouse.

"!"

Jiang Mo, who was practicing his true magic, had his Qi covering the entire palace, including the underground prison cells.

In addition to the kingdom's original prisoners, there was also a heavily wounded woman, none other than Feng Baobao from the Na Du Tong Company.

Within her perception, her collarbone was pierced by chains, and her joints were nailed with strangely engraved bone nails, blocking the flow of Qi through her meridians, making her almost like a cripple.

In addition, the elderly people trapped in the other cells were so emaciated that they were just skin and bones, barely clinging to life.

"Boom!"

Jiang Mo's eyes narrowed, the black river surged, instantly extinguishing the lightning. He took a step forward, traversing hundreds of meters of space, and threw a punch that landed solidly on the ancient king's abdomen.

"Bang!" A cloud of dust suddenly rose from the land at the horizon, accompanied by a deafening roar. The force of the fist, capable of shattering mountains and breaking peaks, was unleashed at that spot. The ancient king's figure flew backward for thousands of meters, carving a pathetic ditch along the forest floor.

"call out!"

Jiang Mo gave Him no chance to catch his breath, and pursued him. His cold eyes gleamed with a chilling light as he pressed down with a palm strike.

Caught off guard, the ancient king's eyes rolled back, feeling as if his internal organs were about to be pierced. The rocky ground hundreds of meters below him cracked and burst open, and the aura of death was close at hand. He desperately grabbed Jiang Mo's right hand with both arms to stop the further attack.

"Boom!!!"

At the same moment, the Heavenly Balance Gu was activated, and Jiang Mo's blood, essence, and spirit were suddenly absorbed, causing his power to be reduced slightly. The entire palace ruins rose from the ground, and the four crippled figures were moved out of the battlefield. The barrier covering the surrounding area, which had been subjected to the power of the two fighting fiercely, was already on the verge of collapse.

"You who come after me, I...I'm going to kill you!!"

Blood trickled from the corner of Nasengu's mouth, his eyes were ferocious and terrifying, like a beast out of control.

"......"

Jiang Mo's words ignited a competitive spirit that had been dormant for more than half a century, and an absolute disaster was born at that moment!

He said in a flat tone, "Come on, please me with your anger."

"Bang bang bang..."

A dense and powerful, terrifying sound rang out at this moment. The Mountain-Shaking Gu, which had been dormant in Jiang Mo's heart, was awakened. Its eyes revealed a fierce light, and it was bloodthirsty and brutal. In the blink of an eye, its physical strength increased several times.

Jiang Mo, whose already upright physique became even more robust, was in a state of reversal of life and was empowered by the Mountain-Shaking Gu. He felt an unprecedented sense of exhilaration, and the blood and energy within his body surged like a live volcano spewing magma.

"!!!"

King Nasengu felt as if he had fallen into an abyss, his mind blank. In that instant, he sensed from his opponent a combat power no less than that of his own peak years.

"Die to me!!"

King Nasengu was pinned to the ground by a single hand, unable to move, and his moves were limited. At the critical moment of death, he fiercely gathered the natural energy of the island, transformed it into a weapon, and attacked Jiang Mo's vital points.

"Dang! Dang! Dang!"

The Yin True Qi flowing through Jiang Mo condensed into armor, resisting the attacks of several deadly weapons. He fought against this narrow space with his own strength. The Qi armor and the weapons clanged and cracked.

Under King Nasengu's uneasy gaze, Jiang Mo's large hand descended, grasping his two arms and lifting them into the air.

"You...you!!!"

"I refuse to believe that if this island is torn apart, your arm will still be intact."

Jiang Mo's tone was cold and terrifying. He suddenly gathered strength in his arms and tore at the ancient king's arms in completely opposite directions.

"You beast!! Stop!!"

Intense pain pierced his soul, and King Nasengu vehemently rebuked him.

"Boom!!!"

Strange tremors occurred on the eastern side of the island, and a deep canyon opening quietly appeared, with seawater surging in from below.

A piercing wail rang out as Jiang Mo tore at the air with all his might. The strength of his two hands was evenly matched, and the meridians in Nasenguwang's arm trembled. Suddenly, faint cracks appeared in the special law runes that were gestating between his flesh and bones.

"what!!!!"

King Nasengu suffered an unprecedented blow. Jiang Mo's face was ashen. He released his power to its absolute peak, and every second was torture for him. King Nasengu, who had merged with the island, was not so easy to deal with.

Tearing Him apart means tearing apart parts of the island.

Jiang Mo's arm muscles bulged wildly, his veins taut, and with a burst of force from his ten fingers, King Nasengu's wrist bones were broken, causing him excruciating pain.

"Pfft!"

The left arm was the first to succumb; the runes within shattered and were torn off, sending up a spray of flawless silver blood, like streaks of light.

At the same moment, one side of the island cracked open, billowing smoke and dust, and seawater filled the air.

With his left arm severed, the tearing force abruptly ceased. King Nasengu's face turned deathly pale as Jiang Mo pressed his right hand against his face, burying it into the earth.

“I wanted to uproot you back in the last century, and now… it’s not too late.”

Jiang Mo's true qi was being consumed frantically, and his fingertips were surrounded by a scorching light like a nuclear explosion. He pushed his true techniques to the limit, having no time to care about anything else. His hair suddenly turned from frost white back to black, and Nasengu King's flesh and blood rapidly disintegrated into tiny particles.

"You...don't even think about it...ahhh!!!"

Jiang Mo accelerated the refining process, and no matter how much it struggled, it was to no avail.

Nasengoo's body was like an ice sculpture being poured with scorching magma, making a hissing sound. In just a few breaths, dense golden branches appeared, and his flesh and bones crumbled inch by inch.

"If I think it's possible, then I can do it."

Jiang Mo pressed on with undiminished energy, maintaining the highest efficiency of his true magic. In an instant, with a 'boom!', the golden branch shattered, and the beating silver heart emitted a clear, crackling sound like porcelain breaking. After more than two thousand years, the resurrected substitute for the ancient king was thus refining back into the Qi of nature, sinking into the mountains and rivers of heaven and earth.

"Crash!!"

The seawater was surging in from afar, and if it wasn't stopped soon, the entire island would sink because of that crack that was more than 20 kilometers long and several kilometers wide.

Zhuge Yu stamped his foot anxiously and immediately tried to use the Qimen formation to control the material changes in that area and trace them back to before the battle, but found that it was ineffective. It was suspected that the link between King Nasengu and the island was broken. Even if a corner was repaired, the land would still sink when the formation was closed. Unless he could keep it running, it could not be reversed.

Chengzhen and Lu Jin are currently busy relocating the islanders and cannot help.

Just when they were at their wits' end, Jiang Mo broke through the air and arrived in an instant. He controlled the Qi of heaven and earth and re-refined the island. The emerald green wood Qi covered the surface and its properties changed constantly. Rock and soil Qi sank down, and the raging waves were all pushed back to the bottom of the island.

King Nasengu is dead, and the thousand-year-old kingdom has fallen in an instant. Jiang Mo repairs the island while simultaneously gathering his Dharma body.

Previously, Duanmu Ying's soul seeds were distributed around the world, occupying thousands of bodies. He was too lazy to hunt them down one by one. However, when she tried to divert attention by mentioning the Eight Extraordinary Techniques, Jiang Mo decided to kill her without hesitation.

"Boom!!!"

About fifteen minutes later, the Dharma Body emerged, traversed the void on a sword, returned to the continent, made contact with Will, obtained the compass marking the location of Duanmu Ying's soul, and went to every corner of the world to begin a relentless pursuit that drew ever closer to its destination.

Repairing is far more difficult than destroying; it took Jiang Mo nearly an hour to refine the broken island and finally heal it.

late at night.

When he returned to the islanders' temporary gathering point, he glanced around and saw no parasites left behind by Duanmu Ying.

However, the islanders looked at him with fear, huddled around the campfire, and instinctively backed away.

"thank you....."

A ragged old man spoke in a hoarse voice. He had a fierce face and was disheveled. He was a prisoner locked underground.

"Have we met?"

A familiar feeling welled up in his heart. The time that had passed was too far, and Jiang Mo vaguely felt that the other person should know him.

"You've been here before; it was me who left you a letter."

The old man smiled with shame, saying that time is merciless and more than seventy years have passed. He is so old that he could die at any moment, while the other party is still young. If it weren't for this sudden event, he would probably have been locked in the dungeon for the rest of his life.

"Chat?"

Jiang Mo knew his identity; he was Nasenwei, the one who almost couldn't accept the truth back then. There was a connection between them; this person came from the mainland, and it was he who gave the Heavenly Kingdom's cultivation scroll back then.

After a long separation, the scene was so unexpected. Jiang Mo chuckled softly. He sat down on the ground, opened the purple pendant hanging on his chest, which was an alchemical creation that You Sha had upgraded for him based on transparent blocks. He took out a bottle of foreign liquor that he had stored inside and threw it over.

"boom....."

The old man raised his thin, bony hand to catch the bottle, a slight smile playing on his wrinkled lips.

Enemies who once fought to the death are now drinking and laughing together, leaving the old man feeling dazed. He moved his lips and asked softly:

"Friend, what should I call you?"

"Jiang Mo".

Before the campfire, a young man dressed in black with white hair held a water bottle, drinking the water inside with a warm smile.

"Chen Daiyan...."

"Gurgle, gurgle."

The old man unscrewed the cork, tilted his head back, and drank heartily. He let out a long sigh of relief. The red wine was rich and sweet, and the air was fresh and slightly cool. He felt more comfortable than ever before.

Chapter 286 A teacher's duty is to impart knowledge, teach skills, and resolve doubts.

"You were a Nathan Guard, after all. With your abilities, if you weren't going to inherit the throne, how did you end up being imprisoned?"

Jiang Mo quipped that in 1942, in order to reclaim the Lu family's shipment, he nearly wiped out Wang and Wei, and of the remaining guards, the old man in front of him was the strongest.

The old man paused for a moment, seemingly deep in thought, as if pondering the question. A slight ripple stirred in his turbid mind, and he recounted his past in a daze.

"My faith has wavered; I am not qualified to be king. After you leave, another priest shall succeed me."

"In the years that followed, I discovered that when children born under the tree were blessed by the tree, it was because the tree had manipulated things, drawing nourishment from their souls and subtly influencing them to deepen their faith."

"The king and I could not accept this. Just as we were about to abandon our faith and declare the disintegration of the kingdom, a certain islander broke a golden branch and gained the right to challenge the king."

"Unfortunately, our bodies were already declining, and the other young Nathan Guards disagreed with us and were secretly in close contact with that challenger. As a result, we were caught in a coup in the kingdom, suffered a crushing defeat, and were imprisoned in the dungeon."

The old man surnamed Chen sighed with regret. During the years he was locked in the dark and gloomy cage, he had endless regrets. He should have let that strongman from his homeland destroy the tree. The reason he stopped him was mostly due to the subconscious influence of the tree.

“We are like a pack of wild beasts in a primeval jungle, following the iron law of the jungle: whoever has enough power to disregard the king and the guards can covet and compete for the throne, and even... the guards can challenge the king.”

"The new king didn't execute you?"

Jiang Mo initially thought their throne was hereditary.

"without....."

"What's the point of killing a few old men? It just means they'll imprison us."

"It is said that his throne was inherited by his granddaughter."

The old man gave a complicated smile and asked curiously, "Did you run into them this time you came?"

"When I arrived, King Nathan was already dead, leaving only an empty shell occupied by trees. It took me a lot of effort."

Jiang Mo roughly recounted the whole story to the old man.

The old man was somewhat surprised when he heard about the tree's revival and the fierce battle between the two sides:

"Really? So it's that powerful... No wonder, if it's been its consciousness continuing all along, it certainly has the qualifications."

"You should know that the enemy that drove the kingdom away from its homeland a thousand years ago was the vast Roman Empire at its peak. In addition to the army, there were also all kinds of extraordinary people with amazing abilities. In the end, they paid a considerable price to win by a narrow margin, and then declined rapidly after that."

"And you actually won...that's impressive."

The old man felt genuine admiration, handed over the wine bottle and tapped it lightly, making a crisp sound as a sign of respect, before drinking the wine.

"What are your plans for the future?"

Jiang Mo asked again, "Aren't you going back to take a look?"

"Fallen leaves return to their roots... I don't even have a home anymore, so what difference does it make where I settle down? Besides, I'm already this old, so living another three or four years would be a bonus. I don't want to move around anymore."

The elderly man surnamed Chen shook his head and smiled bitterly. It wasn't that he was resisting his homeland, but rather that he had been imprisoned for many years and was already exhausted. He just wanted to enjoy his old age and no longer care about worldly affairs.

Under the moonlit campfire, the two chatted like close friends until more than two hours later, when dawn was breaking before they finally went to rest.

The next day.

Feng Baobao, who was in a deep sleep, opened her eyes and found herself in a gathering place in the forest. Her wounds had been bandaged. Just when she thought it was a dream, she suddenly saw a familiar elder.

"Grandpa, what are you doing here? Did you save me?"