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

Jiang Mo dodged extremely fast, but it was to no avail. The range of those killing moves was too vast, often spanning tens of kilometers, and the indiscriminate attacks could only be broken through one sword at a time.

"boom--!"

The two afterimages collided, and the clashing sound of weapons breaking echoed.

The result was predictable. Yun Qingrao's Flowing Cloud Shadow Sword was forcibly smashed in half, and Jiang Mo forced her to fall to the ground like a meteorite, her body bleeding and struggling painfully.

"Pfft!!"

The next instant, Jiang Mo suddenly exerted his strength, staring directly into the woman's resentful eyes, and forcefully blasted her apart, her flesh and blood splattering everywhere.

"Woooo!!"

A chilling wind howled as the Soul Refining Mountain Master reformed her physical body. Her face was pale, and her eyes, which had been filled with fear as she looked at the black-haired man, were quickly replaced by ferocity as she joined the attack.

“Crack, crack!!”

The Ice Flame Master exhaled a chilling breath, his killing intent sharp. Starting from Jiang Mo's location, he completely froze the space within a radius of ten thousand meters into a towering, crystal-clear black iceberg.

"Boom!!!"

The body cultivator elder from Ninefold Mountain, the Soul Refining Master, and the middle-aged man from the Intercepting Heaven Sect all unleashed their full power, drawing upon the strongest spiritual energy within their respective secret realms to deliver their most devastating blows.

The earth shook and the howling hurricane rose up, spreading in all directions, turning the already fragmented mountain and ravine landscape into dust.

The iceberg at the center, ravaged by all sorts of violent energies, couldn't even hold on for half a breath before turning into a white mist, billowing smoke and dust, with the area inside rumbling incessantly.

Jiang Mo calmly stepped out, surrounded by a defensive line formed from black swamp, blocking the combined attack of multiple Masters.

"call out!"

The moment their eyes met, a new round of fighting broke out, with countless afterimages crisscrossing the battlefield.

Jiang Mo's second true form possesses overwhelming strength and speed advantages.

Among them, the old man from Ninefold Mountain and the Lord of Intercepting Heaven, who fought against him head-on, refused to believe in evil and tried to confront him directly several times.

Jiang Mo unleashed a punch, domineering and unparalleled. The two men couldn't withstand it, coughing up blood and flying tens of thousands of meters away. Their faces were deathly pale, their bones shattered one by one, and their flesh and blood almost turned into rotten pulp.

"Devil, suffer death!"

A familiar roar came, and it turned out that Yun Qingrao had returned to the mortal world. She condensed her body, held the Yin-Yang Six Harmonies Fan in her hand, and fanned it forward. Suddenly, a gray storm rose from the ground, causing everything in its path to fade and wither, turning into ashes.

"..."

Jiang Mo calmly pressed down with his sword, effortlessly crushing the killing move; the difference between the two was immense.

"You think I'm afraid of you? I'll fight you to the bitter end."

"Swish! Swish!!"

Tens of thousands of chains emanated from the black swamp, traversing the battlefield like bloodthirsty serpents, attacking the location of the five masters. They were ever-changing and endless, causing them to suffer repeated defeats.

"Boom!"

"Boo!!"

The five Masters fought back with all their might. Although their lives were not in danger, they were trapped on the surface, surrounded by mud and unable to escape their predicament.

As time went on, the black swamp was defeated countless times, but showed no signs of abating. Its numbers continued to rise rapidly, turning the entire battlefield into a black hell. The terrifying binding force made everyone's movements increasingly restricted.

The oldest and most experienced elder of Ninefold Mountain had an unusually solemn expression as he stared at the Demon Lord's body, unable to distinguish whether it was human or demon. His thoughts raced.

"It's almost comparable to various innate physiques!"

"Among demon kings and strange beasts, I have never heard of a similar existence... What exactly is its true form?!"

As the opponent he had fought hand-to-hand, he was the most qualified to speak on the matter. He had just charged up his entire right arm to deliver a powerful punch in a clash with Jiang Mo, only to be brutally destroyed, his blood splattering in the void.

That exaggerated, unattainable power is simply not human.

While he was deep in thought, Jiang Mo stood in the depths of the battlefield, his gaze sweeping over the five masters. Although they were injured, their lives were still terrifyingly tenacious. Under the protection of the secret realm, even if they were killed, they could briefly return to their peak condition.

If this continues, I'm afraid everyone will have to flee...

"Boom!!!"

A deafening roar echoed in their ears. In the distance, the Flying Immortal Master was fighting three powerful figures alone. He had no scruples and fought recklessly, raging in a bloodbath. The power contained in his rotting corpse-like body was terrifying and boundless, leaving the three of them no chance to even catch their breath.

Jiang Mo cast his gaze upon the twilight glow emanating from the old man's body, lost in thought, and roughly made a decision.

"?!"

It was this sudden scrutiny that made the Flying Immortal Master feel a chill run down his spine, breaking out in a cold sweat. He felt the aura of death approaching, and his pupils trembled slightly as he hurriedly turned his head to look at Jiang Mo, as if on guard.

When their eyes met, without a word, the Flying Immortal Master understood the meaning in those eyes: he was being advised... to prepare himself?!

"Wow——!"

Jiang Mo's hair turned white instantly, his eyes were cold and indifferent. Around him, the black swamp completely formed a cage, binding those masters and preventing them from escaping.

Immediately afterwards, a blazing silver light split open from his chest, one, two, three, marking the start of the countdown for his ultimate killing move, Eternal Day.

Jiang Mo's figure disappeared into the world. Immediately afterwards, time seemed to freeze. When everyone came to their senses, a huge, bright white sphere of light was already suspended in the sky. The immeasurable temperature caused the black swamp to evaporate rapidly, and the ground turned into desert at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"???"

Witnessing this scene, the Flying Immortal Master decisively abandoned his offensive and used the 'Black Tortoise Shield' again to protect his past self.

"Boom!!!!"

The explosion of the light sphere caused the heat wave and shockwave to spread at speeds of thousands of times Mach, piercing through the entire battlefield in a fraction of a microsecond.

"what!!!"

There was a Master hysterically wailing, his body charred and blurred, his blood evaporating.

A silvery-white pillar of light, reaching to the heavens and the earth, continuously illuminated the battlefield, turning the eight Masters into lambs, slaughtered at will.

Various magical artifacts used to protect the sect were shattered, and their figures flickered a few times in the silver light before falling silent. Their reborn souls were also burned, causing them unbearable pain.

"call out!--"

A streak of dim yellow light desperately tried to escape.

The Xuanwu magic shield that had been protecting him shattered with a crash. The old man surnamed Ji was still shaken, his heart pounding wildly and his face turning deathly pale. He had almost lost half his life inside.

"Boom!!"

The blazing light that illuminated the heavens and earth lasted for more than twenty seconds, causing devastating damage that at one point exceeded the life-saving power that the secret realm continuously granted to the eight Masters.

Some people are killed again as soon as they are reborn, without even a chance to fight back. Others are even worse off, falling directly and vanishing into thin air.

The sect leaders and elders on the edge of the battlefield were not spared. More than half of them were inadvertently caught up in the chaos and disappeared into the silver light without any reaction, just like a clay ox sinking into the sea.

"Grandmaster!!"

Some people cried out in terror, realizing that something terrible had happened like never before. The aura of their ancestors had vanished completely under the light.

"Boom!"

About ten seconds later, several beams of light soared into the air, having been driven to the brink of despair and death, they gambled on their last shred of hope to escape.

"Hmph, want to run away?"

The old monster from the Flying Immortal Sect, guarding the battlefield, couldn't help but sneer. His body trembled slightly and immediately split into three figures, intercepting the three masters of the fleeing Divine Descent, Ninefold Mountain, and Intercepting Heaven Gate. He unleashed his killing move, blasting them back into the silver ocean below.

"what!!!"

The faint screams were drowned out by the blinding silver light and soon ceased abruptly, as the creature lost its last chance of life.

Smoke and dust billowed, and when the fog dissipated, only a tall, slender figure remained, standing with his hands behind his back.

Around Jiang Mo, there was a bottomless pit, and the thick smell of burning permeated the air silently. The residual heat of the battlefield was still terrifyingly high, as if walking in the depths of the sun.

The surrounding area had become a scorching red desert, and the scattered fragments of magical artifacts foreshadowed the final fate of their owners.

completely annihilated.

Once the Master leaves the secret realm, their abilities are greatly diminished, making them unable to withstand such devastating divine power. Their limited lifespan is completely shattered, losing all chances of resurrection.

"It's...it's all over..."

Some of the elders who survived went blank, slumped to the ground, became distraught, and wailed in agony.

The outcome is already decided; the eight major sects have suffered a complete defeat.

These high-ranking officials gave up on escaping, realizing that given the absolute disparity in strength, any struggle they made would be futile.

"Boom!!"

The Flying Immortal Master waved his hand, and a bright ray of light swept out, swift as lightning, instantly killing the remaining hundred people.

"Fellow Daoist, what impressive skills..."

He lavished praise on Jiang Mo, admiring him immensely. He said that if he were in such a crisis, he wouldn't be confident of surviving.

"Senior, you jest. Please come with me."

After Jiang Mo finished speaking, a portal in the void opened, leading to the Heavenly Gate. He stepped inside, and the old man followed.

After Yun Qingrao's death, the world within the secret realm underwent drastic changes. Clouds and mist churned, the weather became chaotic, the landmasses on all sides subtly shifted from their original positions, and the sealed passages opened on their own.

The two demon kings, still sweeping through the land but with little to show for it, realized the situation outside and chose to speed up their pace, becoming increasingly reckless.

In the end, it was blocked by the mountain-protecting formation. A Qi bead was thrown, emitting silver light, and leveled the huge mountain gate. The formation was damaged, and it rushed in and began to plunder cultivation resources. The Taotie opened its blood-red maw and swallowed all the massive resources.

Immediately, the two demons chose to retreat.

Meanwhile, thousands of miles away, the Heavenly Intercepting Realm suffered a catastrophe. After its master died, the passage collapsed and opened, allowing Jiang Mo and Ji Lingchuan to descend without hindrance and begin a cleansing campaign, killing until the sun and moon were dimmed and heads rolled everywhere.

In less than a quarter of an hour, the Heavenly Dipper Star Array protecting the sect was shattered by the two, and the lineage that had been passed down for thousands of years was doomed.

The sect's treasury was completely emptied, and all kinds of cultivation techniques and secret manuals were also taken away.

To Jiang Mo's regret, he did not find the incomplete blueprints needed to forge the Longevity Ritual at Yaochi Yinque.

Next, the second stop was the Divine Descent Sect, located in Mount Tai. Jiang Mo took the initiative to visit them and, in accordance with the alliance, assigned this secret realm stronghold, along with the Intercepting Heaven Secret Realm, to the Flying Immortal Master, as he learned from the elders.

The Divine Descent Sect may have one or two more secret realms, but unfortunately they are hidden too well to be discovered.

Jiang Mo smiled but did not express his opinion. Attacking the Creation Gate and the Void Palace was something that had to be done; he had to avenge the Supreme One.

If it were any other secret realm, with a Master inside, he really wouldn't be willing to risk his own demise by attacking it. Once the light of destruction is triggered, there's basically no chance of survival.

Jiang Mo didn't want any of the cultivation resources from Jietianmen and Shenlinzong; he let the old man take them all.

He didn't let the old man continue to follow the remaining sects. Instead, he took action himself, heading first to Refining Soul Mountain, where he turned the place upside down, digging three feet into the ground, and found two incomplete scrolls of blueprints, which appeared to be repair diagrams for the Longevity Instrument.

A few hours later, the six secret realms—Paradise Palace, Ninefold Mountain, Ice Flame Valley, Ancient Spring Ruins, Soul Refining Mountain, and Longevity Lake—were all destroyed, becoming Jiang Mo's spoils of war. He also found numerous boundary-fixing nails in their sect's treasury.

That was an indispensable item when the master succeeded to the throne. Every sect had enough stock, which just happened to suit Jiang Mo's wishes. He used it to fix the location of the secret realm and maintain it for about ten days.

Night fell, the great battle ended, and eight Masters perished.

Many secret forces that had been watching from the shadows were utterly terrified and extremely relieved that they hadn't made a move.

This brilliant victory once again put Jiang Mo in the spotlight.

Without a doubt, whether they were ordinary martial artists, awakened beings, or demon kings and sect leaders from various places, after learning the truth, they all regarded him as the strongest, as a divine mountain overlooking the human world, unattainable.

Chapter 450 Reforging the Magic Weapon, Using the Prestige of the Mystic Venerable to Intimidate the Demon King

April 10, 4:3 in the morning.

Inside the ruins of the sect, Yao Wang and Yue Min were taking stock of the mountain of treasures.

Jiang Mo sat quietly beside the grand master's chair in the Qingxin Hall, his eyes slightly closed, his mind wandering, sending messages to his disciples in the secret realm, informing them of the specific battle situation and telling them not to worry.

The six secret realms obtained previously all had lifespans of around several hundred years.

Jiang Mo initially planned to cultivate six Supreme Masters for the sect. At that time, the Sanyi Sect would reach its most glorious moment in history, far surpassing the era of the Supreme Master.

Unfortunately, his descendants' cultivation was still shallow, and they were at least 60 or 100 years away from being qualified to become masters. Before they officially stepped into the fifth level of Xuanming, Jiang Mo did not dare to let them try to refine it, as the risk was too great.

Soon, a streak of light swept across the sky, plummeted down to the mountain gate, and transformed into a bustling crowd of people.

It was none other than the invited leader of Yaochi Sect, who came to pay homage with several elderly weapon refiners and a group of elders from the sect.

Looking at the ruins of the palace before them, no one dared to underestimate it. They all held their breath and waited respectfully.

“My Lord, I have come to keep my appointment. I request an audience.”

The headmaster of Yaochi bowed down, kneeling on one knee, her mind completely calm, and she did not feel any humiliation in doing so.

The person inside the palace was undoubtedly the strongest Master in the world, and fully deserved such respect. Not to mention him, even if their own ancestor came, they probably wouldn't dare to be negligent in the slightest.