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

Let alone a projection with less than one-tenth of the strength, even if the real body came in person, he could still kill it!

"......"

"Is there any room for negotiation? I am willing to offer a great treasure in exchange for my son's life. I hope you will be lenient."

The Deep Sea Demon King spoke in a low voice, hoping for peace. He possessed countless cultivation resources, and he didn't care how much he sacrificed to ensure the survival of his bloodline.

“There’s no room for negotiation. I’ll cook it later, and when Tianyuan enters the world, I’ll cook you.”

Jiang Mo's opinion remained unchanged. Then, a glint of light shot out, and in an instant, the many magical artifacts protecting the little dragon king shattered.

"Father, save me!" it cried out in terror.

"Insolence!" the dragon roared, about to unleash its full power, but was instantly enveloped by an even stronger pressure.

"You're the one who's being insolent! You really think I'm afraid of you? Wash your neck clean and wait!"

"Boom!!!"

Jiang Mo's gaze narrowed slightly. In an instant, countless void chains wrapped around the dragon's phantom, and countless arrays fell, sealing it tightly, making it unable to struggle.

"Roar!!" The dragon went berserk and went completely mad, but was directly crushed into dust.

"Father!! Father!!" The little dragon king's face turned pale, his legs went weak, and he collapsed to the ground.

It didn't expect that even this last line of defense wouldn't work!

"Demons from beyond the realm? Interesting... I've never tasted what they're like."

Yao Wang took out a large pile of medicinal herbs from his storage ring and threw them all into the cauldron. In just a few breaths, a rich medicinal aroma was produced.

It walked up to the little dragon king, slapped him across the temple, killing him instantly. A huge dragon was revealed, its demonic blood flowing freely.

"Take it away, deal with it properly, and then bring it up again."

Jiang Mo gave a soft instruction, and Taotie repeatedly agreed, dragging the dragon corpse away from the hall.

In that instant, the entire hall fell silent. All the holy sons and daughters, as well as the direct descendants of the royal family, were so frightened that they fell silent.

What kind of cultivation level does this cultivator possess, who dares to declare that the Six Palaces Masters should wash their necks and wait for them to die? He is so domineering!

For a fleeting moment, Zhao Yi and Song Ao felt an overwhelming sense of admiration for Jiang Mo, but after the initial daze, a belated sense of dread followed.

broken.

The Deep Sea Dragon King will definitely inform the Sunset Demon Emperor, the Emperor of the Great Ye Dynasty, and the Sect Master of the Void Sword Sect about this matter!

They even went directly to their door.

This is... terrible!

Their expressions changed drastically, and the same thought flashed through their minds—they'd gone awry.

Chapter 558 The Army's Edge Is Imminent, Its Momentum Is Fierce

"Uncle-Master, isn't this going a bit too far...?"

“We are only after wealth. If we really cook it, I’m afraid it will implicate our sect. That old dragon king is a genuine master of the Six Palaces, and his strength is about the same as, or even stronger than, that of our sect’s vice sect masters.”

"Do you think there's any way to bring it back to life?"

Zhao Yishan offered his advice with some trepidation.

The ruler of the Six Palaces beyond the realm corresponds to the peak of the peerless Dao Lord, but due to the general lack of weapon-refining skills among the demon race, they cannot find powerful magic weapons to match, thus limiting their ability to improve.

While human cultivators are generally far weaker than the rulers of the Fifth and Sixth Palaces, their combat power increases significantly with the aid of certain-grade magical artifacts, making them capable of contending with them. However, this is only a matter of contending; in a life-or-death struggle, they will ultimately be defeated.

Unless it's a battle between equals, and with the support of semi-innate or innate magical artifacts, it's possible to kill a demonic enemy.

The Little Flood Dragon King's father is the sixth-ranked of the Ten Rulers of the Sunset Royal Court, possessing terrifying strength. It is no exaggeration to say that, throughout the entire Void Sword Sect, only the Sect Master could withstand his wrath.

The fates of the other three vice sect leaders and thirty-two elders are uncertain, with a slim chance of victory.

Jiang Mo glanced at the distracted Zhao Yi and said:

"Nothing more than that; the law of the jungle always prevails."

"My mind is made up, and no amount of persuasion will change it."

Seeing Jiang Mo's eerily calm eyes, showing no sign of wavering, Zhao Yi knew that reviving the Little Flood Dragon King was hopeless, so he shut his mouth tremblingly.

"Song Ao?"

The young man, who was deep in thought, felt his heart race upon hearing the call.

"The disciple is here."

"Confiscate the storage rings of everyone present. If anyone resists, report it to me."

As Jiang Mo spoke, he glanced sideways at the prisoners in the hall, speaking bluntly:

"You don't have to cooperate. I have plenty of ways to make you wish you were dead. I urge you, my guests, to consider your own physical and mental health. Otherwise, I might resort to violence and hurt you delicate outsiders."

"..." The entire room fell silent; no one dared to respond.

Upon receiving Jiang Mo's order, Song Ao immediately took action.

Now that things have come to this, he feels a pang of regret, wishing he hadn't gotten involved in this mess.

Once you enter this abyss, you can never get out. In particular, this so-called Xuanzun is unpredictable and makes him feel awe.

"Hurry up and take it out."

"And you, stop looking."

"Do you want me to slice your head off with one sword? Don't dawdle."

"immediately."

"I'll count to three. If the person who doesn't open the storage restriction doesn't do so, then there's no need to open it."

As Song Ao walked, he urged everyone on with a cold voice. When he saw any uncooperative or stubborn fellows, he would kill them with a single sword strike. The whole process was smooth and efficient, without any hesitation.

Within about half an hour, nearly a hundred corpses appeared in the main hall. They were all cultivators of low birth who felt desperate and had no hope of redeeming themselves. They refused to cooperate and were slit in the throat by Song Ao.

On the contrary, those young elites who were born into privilege and had lofty ambitions cherished their lives more than anyone else.

They had bright futures ahead of them and were unwilling to die such a pathetic death. The storage restrictions were opened one after another, revealing a treasure trove of resources that was as high as mountains and as wide as the sea.

"Song the Skinflint, you just wait and see..."

Some princes of the Daye Dynasty cursed in their hearts, but dared not show it, silently enduring it.

Heng Yue and Luo Hua from the Void Sword Sect also stared at Song Ao with hateful eyes, wishing they could tear him to pieces.

Another half hour passed, and Song Ao finished harvesting, holding nearly 20,000 storage rings in his hands. Some of his wealthy family members had so many resources that they couldn't even fit them all in one ring, which is why he had such a huge number.

"Uncle-Master, everything is here, along with information about them."

"Please accept it."

Song Ao gathered a ball of memory light in his right hand and gently pushed it with his left. The densely packed storage rings flew towards Jiang Mo like a river, which he easily intercepted and refined in the process.

"it is good."

"well done."

Jiang Mo's consciousness instantly manifested into 19,726 entities, checking all the storage rings and integrating the resources. He then fulfilled his promise, giving Song Ao and Zhao Yi each 10% of the storage rings.

"Thank you... thank you, Martial Uncle..."

"Thank you, uncle."

Although the two were apprehensive, they still honestly accepted it with both hands, and a chill ran down their spines.

Taking this opportunity meant facing the wrath of powerful figures, emperors, kings, and monsters from beyond the realm. Even with their exceptional mental fortitude, Song Ao and Zhao Yi felt uneasy at this moment.

"Uncle-Master, what should we do if Tianyuan enters the mortal world in the future?"

"Can you protect us?"

Zhao Yi secretly sent a telepathic message to Jiang Mo, his face now grave with fear.

He is only at the early stage of the Immortal Mansion now. Even if he is given another two or three hundred years, he may not be able to advance to the peak of the Immortal Mansion. Not to mention the great powers of the Great Ye Dynasty and the Sunset Royal Court. At that time, any old antique could slap him and he would die a bitter death.

"When soldiers come, generals will block them; when water comes, earth will dam it."

"If you have wine today, you will get drunk today."

Jiang Mo reprimanded Zhao Yi in a stern tone: "How can you achieve great things if you are so timid and hesitant? When the time comes, I will take action. Even if Sect Master Ye, the Emperor, the Imperial Preceptor, the Demon Emperor and others come in person, there is no need to be afraid."

"Don't tell me you're afraid?"

"Reporting to my master, this disciple dares not."

Zhao Yi inwardly groaned, unable to believe Jiang Mo's boastful words.

The sect leader is suspected to be at the late or peak stage of the Peerless Dao Lord realm, and also possesses an innate magic weapon. The Great Martial Emperor and the National Preceptor are both extraordinary martial arts masters, commonly known as Martial Saints, who are close to gods and comparable to Peerless Dao Lords. Then there is the Demon Emperor of the Sunset Royal Court, who is the ruler of the Eight Palaces or even the Nine Palaces, a terrifying figure.

Even though Jiang Mo was very strong, Zhao Yi didn't believe he could withstand the combined might of the three people and the demon.

On the contrary, Song Ao remained calm and composed, showing no concern whatsoever about the future.

He only wants to survive now. Once he gets out, he'll have plenty of excuses. With a deputy sect leader as his master, there shouldn't be any major problems in preserving his life.

The worst-case scenario is simply to pin all the blame on Jiang Mo and declare that they are innocent and coerced.

Such thoughts did not emerge from the depths of Song Ao's heart, but he was bound to think this way. He was even suppressing his thoughts, not daring to let any ripples appear, for fear of being noticed by Jiang Mo.

He was afraid of having his thoughts stolen, and he also tacitly accepted that Jiang Mo had this ability. Therefore, he maintained a submissive attitude from beginning to end, without revealing any flaws, and remained respectful, becoming a sharp blade at Jiang Mo's disposal.

After dividing the resources, Jiang Mo waved his hand, dispelling the restraints on all the outsiders present. He then conjured a large number of stone tables and chairs out of thin air, ordering them to sit down and remain silent, without making a sound.

“Gurgle gurgle gurgle!!!”

The large cauldron in the center of the palace was burning hot and red-hot, almost melting, and a rich medicinal aroma wafted out.

At that moment, a series of light footsteps sounded, and Yao Wang returned, followed by dozens of lesser demons, carrying plate after plate of dragon meat, which they began to put into the cauldron to cook.

Then, they took out a pot and used the fire in the cauldron to start cooking the dissected and diced dragon bones.

"........."

The transformed demons from the Sunset Royal Court remained silent at this sight, inevitably feeling a sense of shared sorrow. Today it was the Little Dragon King, but perhaps tomorrow it would be them.

Jiang Mo sat on the throne in the main hall, rummaging through his vast storage rings and pulling out stacks of thick ancient books. Before browsing them, he instructed Yue Min:

"Old Yue, you can have your meal with them later. Don't bother me. I'd like to look at these books from beyond the borders first."

"Yes."

"Wow!"

"Wow!"

Jiang Mo flipped through the book, his eyes darting around as he quickly read the information inside.

In the past quarter of an hour or so, Yao Wang, Yue Min, Yue Li, and the dozens of little demons who had come with Taotie began to feast. The taste of the dragon meat was truly first-class, even more delicious than the flesh of many ancient kings they had eaten before.

After they had all eaten their fill, Yao Wang ordered the little demons to distribute bowls and chopsticks, and serve soup and meat to the creatures from beyond the realm.

The disciples of the Daye royal family, the royal clan, and the Void Sword Sect tasted the food one by one, and their terrible mood eased considerably.

None of the demon cultivators in the Sunset Royal Court dared to touch their chopsticks. They feared that this matter would be leaked in the future and they would suffer a terrible fate at the hands of the Flood Dragon King. So they all lowered their heads and sat quietly in place, ignoring the sizzling aroma of the Flood Dragon meat on the table.

Jiang Mo had been browsing through the ancient scrolls for several hours. When only one-tenth of the books remained, he suddenly spoke up.

"Zhao Yi".

"Ah? Your disciple is here." Someone, engrossed in the trivial task of checking resources, quickly looked up and responded.

"In a quarter of an hour, we will set up the formation. I need to speak with everyone in the sect."

A faint smile played on Jiang Mo's lips; the moment to close the net had arrived.

"Yes."

"Song Ao?"

"Disciple is here!" Song Ao replied without changing his expression.

"Give him a hand and work together to maintain the formation's operation," Jiang Mo continued, giving orders.

"Understood." Song Ao nodded.

...........