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

He scrutinized the white-haired old man before him again and again, somewhat astonished, wondering if the other party might be the legendary Chen Qing Xuanzun, but he immediately dismissed the idea, thinking that the man couldn't possibly be so old. However, the unease in his heart grew stronger.

Who in the world is qualified to demand an explanation from their sect leader?

A few breaths later, a sacred light shot straight into the sky, vast and terrifying, like a god reigning over the vast earth.

Yao Wang was taken aback and became cautious and wary, realizing that the opponent's strength was even greater than his own!

That deadly sense of threat was exceptionally strong; no wonder he could hold off the three kings of the North all by himself—he was truly terrifying.

A composed figure walked through the void; after consuming the treasure left behind by the Demon King, the Flying Immortal Sect Master's injuries were almost completely healed.

He looked down, first noticing the monstrous Taotie radiating immense demonic energy, then glancing at Jiang Mo clad in a cloud-frost jade robe. His brow furrowed slightly, and he said with displeasure:

"You two have trespassed into my dojo and killed my disciples. Are you prepared for the consequences?"

"Ah."

Jiang Mo tilted his head slightly, exchanging glances with the Flying Immortal Sect Leader across the void for the first time, and removed his jade robes, revealing his true appearance with the divine power 'Myriad Forms Without Self'.

"!!!"

The Flying Immortal Sect Leader froze on the spot when he saw that familiar face. His calm mind was thrown into chaos in an instant, and his brain immediately displayed two words—"It's over."

"Demon...Demon Lord?!"

"How could it be him?!"

"Really... back?!"

The surrounding disciples, elders, and experts from the Nine Departments and the Security Council all gasped in surprise.

They once suspected it was a dream. How powerful was this being that even nine demon kings and nine sect leaders couldn't kill when they went to block the door?

At this moment, fear, like weeds, took root in everyone's hearts and grew wildly.

Chapter 429 Billions in Incense Offerings Can't Compete Against One Hand Covering the Sky

Before the Dao Palace, the Flying Immortal Sect Leader appeared as if a god had descended to earth, surrounded by boundless radiance of faith, his aura comparable to mountains and oceans.

Jiang Mo ignored him completely. The dazzling light did not hinder his questioning. A calm voice rang out in the ears of the many onlookers.

"Now, it's your turn to tell me, are you prepared?"

The entire place was deathly silent. The disciples and elders of the Flying Immortal Sect were trembling with fear. They didn't even have the courage to look this infamous killer in the eye.

"Oh no, the Mystic Lord is going to cause trouble for the Flying Immortal Sect!"

The high-ranking officers of the Ninth Division, located in the rear command center area, were tense and had no control over the sudden situation.

They regarded the Flying Immortal lineage as their lifeline, and it was only thanks to the protection of that peerless expert that the defenses in many places did not collapse.

If the Flying Immortal Sect Leader were to be seriously injured or even killed by Xuan Chong today, it would cause immense turmoil.

The Flying Immortal Sect Leader remained calm and responded, "Fellow Daoist, I already possess the enlightenment you speak of."

"Didn't our two factions previously turn hostility into friendship? I wonder, Venerable Master, where exactly have we offended you?"

Jiang Mo remained unperturbed, his smile still warm, and said calmly:

"Let's talk about this somewhere else, so I can save you some face?"

His five senses were extremely sharp, and he could see that this Flying Immortal Sect Master possessed an ocean of incense offerings, with countless offerings both domestically and internationally, exceeding at least a billion. He was undoubtedly the most powerful cultivator he had ever seen.

All the demon kings and sect leaders were inferior to him by half a level. Even Jiang Mo was not confident that he could deal with him in one fell swoop without involving ordinary people.

"Alright, let's talk somewhere else."

Knowing that the visitor had ill intentions, the Flying Immortal Sect Leader agreed to Jiang Mo's proposal.

He also did not want to fight in front of the dojo, as the probability of defeat was too high, and a crushing defeat would shake his supreme position in the hearts of his followers.

"call out--!"

The next instant, the nearby experts, their anxious and worried eyes all turned to the void, and the three figures vanished into the horizon in an instant.

The light traversed the heavens, crossed the seas, and arrived in the Sahara Desert of North Africa, cutting off all outsiders' view and thus beginning the battle.

"Fellow Daoist, are you here for the treasures left behind by those demon kings? This matter was my fault. If you…"

The Flying Immortal Sect Leader vaguely guessed the truth, and thus showed his willingness to make amends and back down. However, he was interrupted halfway through his sentence.

"If you can take it, that's your skill. I won't make things difficult for you because of this, nor will I take those things back."

The vast天地 (heaven and earth) and the absence of dense crowds made Jiang Mo feel extremely refreshed. He no longer suppressed his cultivation, and his aura suddenly appeared like a raging sea. He seemed to be the embodiment of heaven and earth, and his eyes were deep and cold, revealing a sense of vicissitude, ancient and majestic light.

"Boom!!"

The heavens and earth trembled, and countless sand seas split open. The Taotie, thousands of meters away from the two, felt a dangerous aura rushing towards them. The Xuanzun and the Flying Immortal Sect Master, both at their peak, were beings that it could not match.

"Then why have you come?"

“How can your words be uncertain? Your disciples have long since settled all grudges with me, and I have even cut off my limbs to atone for my sins. Is that not enough?”

The aura of the Flying Immortal Sect Master rose steadily, and the sea of ​​faith within his body instantly boiled and surged, pushing his cultivation to a level close to the peak. Golden lotuses bloomed behind him, along with other extraordinary phenomena such as the sun and moon, gods, and auspicious beasts.

"I wanted to cause you trouble, so I did. Do I need a reason?"

Jiang Moshuang's hair flew wildly, her expression was indifferent, and her rebuke echoed for miles around.

Before they even clashed, he could roughly judge that the Flying Immortal Sect Master was already one of the best among the leaders of the various secret realms, and not much worse than the Xuanming 5th level masters of the Three Ones Sect throughout history.

"Unleash your full power, or I will surely kill you with this one palm strike."

"Please enlighten me, Venerable Master!"

The Flying Immortal Sect Leader's eyes turned cold. A great battle was inevitable. He would no longer back down and decisively took the initiative to strike, unleashing his killing move, Falling Moon Glow. The endless silver light was like the Milky Way falling from the heavens, rushing towards Jiang Mo in a mighty torrent.

"Boom!!"

"Boom!!!"

The air along the way was pierced, emitting a sharp explosion. The streak of light that filled the entire sky swept down at an extreme speed, so fast that it left no trace. The thick desert surface was instantly pierced with countless pits and holes, and a dense mushroom cloud rose up.

The area within a radius of more than 100 kilometers is filled with yellow sand and geological collapses.

This is the strength of the Flying Immortal Sect Master. It is no exaggeration to say that at its peak, it was even stronger than the Nine-Tailed Fox, the Evil Huan, and the Zhujian.

“Bang!!”

Jiang Mo gathered power in his right arm and unleashed a palm strike. A massive amount of true qi transformed into a colossal hand that blotted out the sky, fiercely grasping countless rays of light and easily shattering them. It then continued to suppress forward, like an ancient divine mountain, majestic and heavy. Before it even got close, the desert could not withstand the terrifying pressure and collapsed.

"Boom!!!"

The Flying Immortal Sect Leader formed hand seals and chanted ancient incantations of a secret technique, fearing the leakage of the sect's secrets, and there were countless walls of Qi blocking the way.

As he cast his spell, lifelike talismans, radiating brilliant light, emerged from behind him. Fueled by faith, they blazed fiercely, releasing a dazzling blue light that illuminated the heavens and earth, forming a massive Xuanwu magic shield that desperately resisted the oncoming hand.

"Boom!!!"

The two completely different forces generated a tremendous recoil force the moment they collided, and the two spellcasters reacted differently.

"amazing."

This was Jiang Mo's heartfelt praise.

His right hand continued to increase its pressure, pressing down hard. The tortoise-shaped defensive array was forcibly sank more than ten meters into the desert, but it remained motionless, clearly not yet at the limit of breaking.

Jiang Mo recognized the Flying Immortal Sect Master's technique; it was none other than the 'Black Tortoise Shield,' one of the sect's twelve treasure techniques.

Renowned throughout the land for thousands of years, it has shaken the ages. Even among the various inherited divine abilities categorized as defensive techniques in secret realms, it is guaranteed to rank in the top five, and has the potential to be among the top three.

At this moment, the Flying Immortal Sect Leader, who was trapped underground, was swaying precariously and was about to collapse.

His internal organs were throbbing with pain, blood was flowing uncontrollably from the corner of his mouth, and his face was filled with astonishment. He had gathered nearly one-fifth of his faith power and used his supernatural abilities, but he still failed to intercept Xuan Zun. That person's strength was almost on par with his master who was about to pass away.

"Click click click!!"

A piercing cracking sound came from the Xuanwu Shield, and like a chain reaction, more and more shocking cracks appeared, threatening to shatter at any moment.

"The wondrous Dharma originates from me, manifesting my divine body, wielding the power of water and fire, obey my commands, slay demons and expel evil, and ascend to heaven among mortals."

Forced into a corner, the Flying Immortal Sect Leader realized that Jiang Mo was serious and revealed another trump card.

As his mind settled on this thought, the light of faith behind him shot up like a waterfall, accompanied by the sound of gentle waves. From it emerged majestic figures, clearly the most popular deities among the common people.

Unlike the divine masks that borrow, perform, or transform into gods, the Flying Immortal Sect's secret technique, "Spirit Controlling Sacred Body," directly harvests the faith of deities from temples and shrines across the land, refining them into gods that can be commanded at will.

These monsters, which had been dormant for countless years, became even more terrifying after being infused with the power of faith from the Flying Immortal Cult Master.

There is the Victorious Fighting Buddha, wearing a cassock and riding on auspicious clouds; there is Nezha, with three heads and six arms, riding the Wind and Fire Wheels and wielding the Demon-Slaying Sword; and there is Erlang Shen, wielding a three-pointed double-edged sword and possessing unparalleled divine power.

He summoned all the most widely circulated and powerful figures from folk mythology.

Immediately afterwards, those empty shells, which possessed only power, slowly merged with the Flying Immortal Sect Master, and all their power flowed towards him.

"open--!"

With a deafening roar, a blinding flash of blood appeared. The Flying Immortal Sect Master's face was almost contorted with rage; if he held back any longer, he would surely die.

He wielded a giant axe that could split the heavens, and in an instant, he channeled all the power of his faith into the axe. The moment the Xuanwu Shield crumbled, he swung the axe fiercely, its blade stretching for thousands of feet, as if to tear apart the entire sky, and clashed head-on with the descending giant hand.

"Shouting won't help."

Jiang Mo showed absolutely no regard for the mutual respect between the strong. His eyes were cold and sharp, and boundless true qi surged from his palm. The divine power of his hand surged, and the Flying Immortal Sect Master's slight advantage was extinguished like a candle in the wind.

"Boom!!!"

The axe light dissipated inch by inch, and the Flying Immortal Sect Master, along with the desert behind him, was pressed down by Jiang Mo's colossal hand, falling a hundred meters into the desert. He was covered in blood and his aura was weak.

"..."

His vision blurred, and he was in excruciating pain all over his body. In the fierce battle, his injuries relapsed. The Flying Immortal Sect Master was no longer able to fight. His limbs were limp, and he was almost knocked out of his body.

At this moment, his emotions were particularly low and bitter. The gap was even greater than he had imagined. Even if he did his best, he still couldn't beat that person.

Soon, the battle ended, and the Flying Immortal Sect Leader struggled to leave the underground.

As the loser, his expression was gloomy. He met Jiang Mo's gaze with difficulty and said in a hoarse voice:

"What exactly do you want to do?"

"Nothing more than wanting to cause you trouble."

Jiang Mo coldly looked down at the Flying Immortal Sect Leader and said, "Go back and tell your old ghosts that within three days, either you send over the 'Boundary-Breaking Shuttle,' or I will annihilate you."

"You...you've gone too far!"

The Flying Immortal Cult Leader was furious, his eyes turning red.

"I'm bullying you, so what can you do about it?"

Jiang Mo strode towards him, reached out his right hand, placed it on his shoulder, and with a sudden burst of strength, tore the entire arm off. Blood gushed out like a fountain, and the Flying Immortal Sect Leader was in so much pain that his face turned deathly pale and his eyes widened in agony.

"If you don't get involved in the feuds between the four sects and my sect, and just stay on the sidelines, why should I care about you?"

"Your Flying Immortal Sect, relying on your superior strength and valuing your reputation, wants to reap the rewards of human offerings, so you insist on using my sect as a stepping stone?"

"Pfft!——"

As Jiang Mo spoke, he continued his actions, tearing off the Flying Immortal Sect Leader's left arm as well.

He was trembling slightly, enduring the torment of pain without uttering a sound, his face turning purple with anger.

"Choosing to spar here is already giving you face."

"If you don't want to make a proper choice, that's fine too. That's all I have to say."

Leaving those words behind, Jiang Mo didn't give him another second glance before leaving with Yao Wang and returning to Kyushu.

In the vast desert, only the Flying Immortal Sect Leader remained. He stood there dejectedly, his head throbbing with pain, his Dao heart almost shattered.

Although Jiang Mo did not kill him, the two consecutive crushing defeats had caused him to seriously doubt himself, his spirits plummeted, and the taste of setbacks was etched into his heart, causing him great torment.

Chapter 430 Learning from the Virtuous: The Teachings of a Benevolent Teacher

Kyoto.

The group remained where they were, waiting until sunset, but the two peerless experts did not return.

As time passed, the expressions of the Flying Immortal Sect elders and disciples, who were initially full of confidence, began to subtly change.

"Sect Leader, will we win?"

Some people clenched their fists silently and prayed in their hearts.