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

"I have been striking the bell for more than six hours, and there should be no fish that have escaped the net. Uncle-Master, can we call it a day now?"

"Buzz!" A mysterious portal suddenly opened in front of him, revealing nearly ten thousand prisoners of varying cultivation levels, all pinned to the ground by void chains.

"Boom!"

Song Ao was in a good mood and stepped inside. During the journey, he saw several familiar faces, including Heng Yue, the first inheritor saint, Luo Hua, the third inheritor saint, and Zhu Ying, the eighth inheritor saint. They could not escape this calamity after all.

In addition, the princes and princesses of the Daye Dynasty, as well as the direct descendants of officials and generals, along with the disciples of the Imperial Preceptor and the children of the four kings, were all captured after entering the Tianyuan.

The young prodigies of the Sunset Royal Court also suffered the same fate.

"Uncle-Master, what brilliant skills! Brilliant! Brilliant!"

Song Aolong strode confidently, laughing loudly, a stark contrast to the dejected state of the others.

When the title 'Shishu' was uttered, all the imprisoned prodigies present were terrified.

Was that man sitting firmly on the throne actually a member of the Void Sword Sect?

Even the disciples of the Void Sword Sect were shocked, never expecting that the Xuanzun of Tianyuan had the same background as them.

When exactly was this scheme set up?!

"Song Ao, you orchestrated all of this!"

A furious shout rang out. The Holy Son Zhu Ying's face was ashen, his gaze sharp as swords, wishing he could tear Song Ao to pieces. He then turned to Jiang Mo, warning him word by word:

"We are the successor disciples of the Sword Sect, destined to inherit the throne. Why don't you release us now?"

"If you become the sect leader in the future, and the elders hold you accountable, you'll be in deep trouble."

"Oh? Is that so? How do you know I'm afraid of them, without asking them if they're afraid of me?"

Jiang Mo calmly scrutinized the young holy son. Although his cultivation had not yet reached the Immortal Mansion level, his talent was extremely amazing. He had achieved such success before the age of one hundred. However, he was a bit arrogant, lacked discernment, could not distinguish the situation, and did not know when to advance or retreat. He still needed the experience of time to mature before he could be of great use.

"Hmph! So what exactly do you intend to do by binding us and not releasing us?"

The bamboo shadows questioned in a cold voice.

"Well? Good question."

Jiang Mo smiled faintly, and all eyes in the hall were focused on him. He raised his right hand, activated his divine power, and a bladeless blazing light condensed and transformed into a sharp dagger, which flew towards Song Ao.

"Nephew, what do you think we should do?"

"Uncle-Master, we understand each other perfectly, there's no need for further words."

Song Ao snatched the dagger with a smile, but his actions were extremely ruthless. In an instant, he approached Zhu Ying, grabbed his head with one hand, and swung the dagger with lightning speed, piercing Zhu Ying's throat in a flash. Blood splattered, and he beheaded him.

"ah!!!"

A piercing wail suddenly rang out. Bamboo Shadow's vitality was nothing short of abnormal. Despite being severely injured, it did not die. Its head was held by Song Ao with one hand, its eyes bloodshot, and it was so angry that it was about to grind its teeth to dust.

"!!!"

This sudden scene made the disciples of the Void Sword Sect tremble all over.

The second Holy Son, Song Ao, actually killed the eighth Holy Son.

What on earth is he doing?!

Gradually, the expressions of the First Holy Son Heng Yue and the Third Holy Daughter Luo Hua turned grim.

Just then, Song Ao's face turned icy cold. He gripped Zhu Ying's head tightly with one hand and suddenly unleashed his divine power, Sword Shadow Dance. A million tiny sword energies instantly pierced through the remaining skull, turning it into a pool of blood mist. Even the soul was not spared.

Bamboo Shadow, die!

Witnessing this scene, everyone's minds went blank, and then they felt a terrifying killing intent spreading silently.

"Uncle-Master, I'm sorry you had to laugh at my personal grudges."

Song Ao casually waved his hand, the bloodstains disappeared, and he said to Jiang Mo in a refined manner:

"Next, it's your turn to make a move. Some of the beasts from the Sunset Royal Court and the warriors from the Great Ye Dynasty are tough and thick-skinned, and some may have magical treasures or talismans given to them by their elders. It is difficult for this disciple to kill them. I humbly request that you, Uncle, take action."

Song Ao knew that even if his formidable rivals were imprisoned, they were not someone he could kill.

The reason why Zhu Ying was executed so easily just now is thanks to the dagger given to him by Jiang Mo.

Upon first contact, Song Ao sensed its extraordinary nature. Its deadly sharpness filled him with extreme dread. Cutting through the life-protecting artifact was as easy as cutting through paper. In an instant, the bamboo shadow was splattered with blood and died on the spot.

"Wait! Senior, please have mercy!"

At the critical moment when the entire army was about to attack, Wu Hanqian, the fifth prince of the Daye Dynasty, had a flash of inspiration and suddenly raised his voice: "You..."

"Boom!!!"

Before he could utter the second half of the sentence, "grown up in Tianyuan since childhood," Song Ao brutally interrupted him.

He instantly appeared behind the handsome prince, showing no mercy, and stomped hard on the back of his neck, pinning him to the ground like a dead dog with eyes wide open in fury.

"Kakakaka!!"

Spiderweb-like cracks appeared on the bricks and stones on the ground. Wu Hanqian's five fingers pierced through the bricks and stones. He was extremely angry at such humiliation, but he managed to maintain his composure and silently endured it without saying a word.

"You stupid dog, you have no right to speak here."

"boom!"

Song Ao's cold and indifferent voice resounded throughout the hall. Then, he kicked Wu Hanqian hundreds of meters away, sending him crashing into the crowd and coughing up blood.

"Fifth Brother!!"

Upon seeing this, the Second Prince couldn't help but exclaim in surprise.

"Hmm?" Song Ao glanced sideways, about to make a move, but was stopped.

"enough."

Jiang Mo waved his hand to stop them. The seven disciples sitting next to him, including the left and right stewards and Zhao Yi, all felt their hearts tremble. The dark crowd consisted entirely of the elites of the three forces, who were now like cattle waiting to be slaughtered.

Zhao Yi, in particular, was relieved to have been quick to act and had good luck in finding the Xuanzun first. Had someone else gotten there first, he would probably have ended up like the prisoners.

"I apologize for my recklessness, my master."

Song Ao bowed respectfully to Jiang Mo. He was quick-witted and could easily guess Xuan Zun's scheme, but he was powerless to stop it and could only retreat to save himself.

"Come and sit down, why bother arguing with these people?"

Jiang Mo revealed a gentle smile, pointed to the seat not far to the left, and gestured for Song Ao to sit down. The latter nodded and took his seat.

It was at this moment that two figures returned, with Yao Wang carrying back the Fifth Holy Son, Zhu Huan, whose face was bruised and swollen.

“Young friend, it’s settled. This child is willing to give up all his possessions to redeem himself.”

Yao Wang patted Zhu Huan on the shoulder, his expression one of admiration for someone who knew how to adapt to the times, his smile cunning and sinister.

"Very well, offer him a seat and some wine, and try to calm him down so that my nephew Zhu won't be frightened."

At Jiang Mo's command, Yao Wang led Zhu Huan to a nearby seat and ordered him to sit down. The latter turned pale and felt extremely uncomfortable.

He smelled the stench of blood, the remnants of bamboo shadows, the blurry pool of blood, and the tens of thousands of imprisoned extraterrestrial cultivators—it was as oppressive as being in the infernal palace of the Netherworld.

A flicker of panic crossed Song Ao's eyes, but it vanished in an instant. At this point, he was certain that Xuanzun was determined to squeeze every last drop of resources out of these prodigies.

The two pills bestowed by his master were not as attractive to him as he had imagined. Perhaps other prodigies could also obtain such resources by contacting their elders.

This puts him in a dangerous situation...

Song Ao's thoughts raced, but he ultimately chose to remain still and watch the unfolding events silently. Now, he was caught in a dilemma, and dared not offend Jiang Mo.

In contrast to his displeasure, everyone felt relieved, as if they had seen the light at the end of the tunnel.

Immediately, some people expressed their opinions:

"Mysterious Venerable, please have mercy. I am willing to hand over all my magical treasures in exchange for my freedom."

The speaker was Wu Tu, the ninth prince of the Daye Dynasty.

After him, similar voices rose and fell, chaotic and noisy, all pleading for survival.

At this moment, Jiang Mo did not respond, but looked at Zhao Yi and Song Ao and said:

"My two nephews, would you like to have a feast with me? You've squeezed these people dry; I'll take eight, and you each get one-tenth. How about it?"

Jiang Mo was, after all, a native cultivator of Tianyuan, and his familiarity with the group of geniuses and saints was far less than that of Song Ao and Zhao Yi. So he simply dragged them into the mess, using incentives to lure them into extorting the maximum amount of money from these prisoners.

Upon hearing this, both Song Ao and Zhao Yi were startled.

This densely packed crowd numbered nearly ten thousand, including hundreds of young elites from the three major forces, some of whom held higher positions than them, while others were not as powerful.

Even so, if divided among a hundred people, each of them would receive the resources of ten people. This was not just a satiating meal, but an unprecedented feast that could even overwhelm them!

At this moment, Song Ao and Zhao Yi did not hesitate for a moment and said in unison:

"I am willing to serve my martial uncle!"

"!!!"

The Void Sword Sect disciples present were so angry that their chests heaved and their eyes turned red. They roared in their hearts that these two were beasts in human skin!

The Third Saintess, Luo Hua, stared at Jiang Mo with a look of doubt in her eyes. She was the sect leader's disciple, but she had never heard of such a person in the sect.

The Sword Master of the Thirty-Six Peaks is unknown; who exactly is he?

"Human, you dare to plunder our resources! Do you know my family background? My father is one of the ten rulers of the Sunset Royal Court, the ruler of the Six Palaces of Fate, the Deep Sea Dragon King!"

"Here are the direct descendants of the Sunset Demon Emperor, and the precious darlings and beloved daughters of various kings and nobles. You've bound us all; aren't you afraid of future retaliation?"

A sharp, threatening voice rang out, and everyone looked in the direction of the sound. They saw the little dragon king, who had transformed into human form, cursing loudly. He was a notorious playboy in the Sunset Royal Court, who always acted without restraint, relying on his father's power and prestige.

"it is good!"

"Clap clap clap!!!"

"Well said! That's truly insightful and thought-provoking, a real eye-opener!!"

Jiang Mo clapped his hands. He liked this kind of fearless and reckless playboy. He could use him as a warning to others.

"Old Yao——"

"exist."

"Get the wok hot, heat the oil, move the cauldron, and cook it—fry it, stir-fry it, stew it, you name it!"

Jiang Mo's command immediately terrified the little dragon king, who turned pale and cried out in panic, "You dare! You dare?!"

"Why don't you dare?"

"Today I'll cook you, tomorrow I'll cook your father, the ruler of the six palaces. You mere mudfish, how dare you speak so arrogantly before me?"

After saying that, Jiang Mo waved his hand, and true qi immediately overflowed, instantly forming a cauldron that was placed in the center of the hall. Golden flames burned wildly at the bottom of the cauldron, and in no time, it was boiling hot, with clouds and mist swirling around it.

"No, no!! Venerable Master, I admit defeat, I admit defeat, please don't kill me!!"

The little dragon king was terrified. It struggled desperately, but the chains on its body were too heavy. In a moment of extreme urgency, it activated the demon blood within its body, activating a demon talisman engraved near its heart.

In an instant, a terrifying aura spread throughout the palace, and a ferocious dragon appeared. Its eyes were deep, its body was covered with scars, and its black scales resembled the most solid armor in the world.

All the extraterrestrial cultivators present were suppressed and almost fainted under this terrifying pressure.

The phantom of the ruler of the six palaces was terrifying. It hovered there silently, yet it exuded an unparalleled sense of oppression, giving people the illusion that it could destroy the entire secret realm with a single breath.

The Yue brothers, Yue Min and Yue Li, remained silent, watching the scene unfold. Yao Wang, on the other hand, chuckled maliciously, displaying an excited and greedy demeanor.

They had all faced the Sun-Devouring Demon Emperor, and compared to that emperor who looked down upon heaven and earth, this old dragon before them was nothing.

"So it was you who tried to harm my child?"

The dragon spoke in human language but did not make any rash moves. Relying on its bloodline connection, it instantly read the little dragon king's memories, understood the ins and outs, and felt wary of such a mysterious and powerful being.

A suspected elder-level figure from the Void Sword Sect...

Such an existence, hiding within the abyss, is indeed helpless.

“I know you. You are one of the ten kings of the Sunset Kingdom. You once invaded the border of the Daye Dynasty, massacred hundreds of cities, and were later forced to retreat by two kings who personally went to the battlefield.”

"Knowing my identity, you still dare to harm my son?" The dragon's eyes flashed with killing intent, and the temperature in the hall suddenly dropped by more than ten degrees.

"It's not an injury, it's killing, skinning, flesh-cutting, bone-removing, and tendon-pulling to make a good soup and a feast to entertain the foreign guests present."

Jiang Mo remained calm and composed, showing no fear of the dragon's imposing aura.

If it were any other holy son or daughter, Jiang Mo might have shown leniency, but he couldn't do that to this monstrous dragon. It possessed fragments of the current river of time and could see through everything that happened within the Heavenly Abyss.

Relying on its extraterrestrial identity, the little dragon king has caused the deaths of over a thousand awakened individuals, martial artists, and ordinary people since entering the Heavenly Abyss.

This is why Jiang Mo insisted on cooking it, even if it meant turning against the Lord of the Six Palaces.