Chapter 121: Scared Out of My Wits (Clan Leader: Mortal World March +3)

“You?” Mo Shaluo was momentarily taken aback, a faint, inscrutable smile playing on his lips as he shook his head. “Child, you should be out playing in the mud or visiting a brothel for amusement, not joking around here. This place is deadly!”

“Being young is a serious disadvantage,” Jiang Fan replied. “Do you know the history of this place?”

“The Great Hong World, once an immortal realm. This place must be the remnants left behind from the ancient war,” Mo Shaluo said.

“You actually know about the Great Hong Immortal Realm?”

“You know it too?” Mo Shaluo finally looked at Jiang Fan with some seriousness. “For ordinary people, this is a great secret. After all, a million years can erase all traces. But for certain forces, it’s no secret at all.”

“The information you’ve received must have come from the higher realms, right?”

“Exactly, otherwise how would I know?” Mo Shaluo nodded. “Our Blood Demon Abyss once lost its legacy, but the higher realms sent down divine miracles to restore it. That’s why the Blood Demon Abyss still exists in this world. Of course, there are many secrets I cannot reveal. Hey, why am I telling you all this, you little brat?”

Jiang Fan was speechless.

At that moment, Mo Shaluo’s eyes lit up as he noticed a bracelet beneath the hem of Jiang Fan’s immortal body robe. He casually reached out and snatched it, drawing it through the air.

He still held great respect for immortal bodies.

“Nice thing, keep it!” Jiang Fan thought quickly upon seeing Mo Shaluo’s move, and with a flick of his Sword of Radiance, he slashed an arc of light that knocked the bracelet flying away.

But the Sword of Radiance shattered under the force.

Jiang Fan’s eyelid twitched violently.

“Since you’re looking for death, I’ll finish you off and take what I can!” Mo Shaluo snorted coldly, a treasured blade appearing in his hand.

He unleashed eighty-one strikes at Jiang Fan in an instant.

Though he underestimated Jiang Fan, once he fought, he always gave his all, leaving no chance for his enemy.

“You have a treasured blade, but I have a treasured bell. What is there to fear?” Jiang Fan struck the Earth-Shaking Bell with his spiritual power, the sound waves rippling out and instantly shattering Mo Shaluo’s assault.

“To have slain Yuan Cheng, you’re truly formidable!” Mo Shaluo grew more serious. “And with the inheritance of the Wusheng Sword Sect on your body, perhaps even some ultimate treasure—then I must kill you quickly before any surprises arise!”

“Shadow Demon Eight Blades!”

His figure flickered and split into eight identical forms, each emitting the same aura. They surrounded Jiang Fan, all eight blades striking simultaneously.

“Very well, I shall end you swiftly as well!”

Jiang Fan said as a palace suddenly burst forth above him, descending through the air with overwhelming might that suppressed all around. Seven of Mo Shaluo’s images vanished instantly, and his true body was blasted away, spitting a mouthful of blood.

“This overwhelming pressure feels quite satisfying!”

Jiang Fan raised his hand and pointed; the Mortal World Garden palace slammed down again.

“Open for me!”

Mo Shaluo’s face twisted as his blade flashed with dark light, unleashing another eighty-one strikes. Yet he was still blasted aside and before he could regain footing, Jiang Fan’s voice came from beside him:

“Alas, my palace is better at containment than attack; otherwise, with a high-grade treasure’s power, you would have been subdued in an instant!”

“High-grade treasure? How much can you really wield? Such arrogance!” Mo Shaluo’s blade flashed, slashing forward.

Bang!

Jiang Fan gathered his strength into a punch, delivering a pinnacle strike that blasted Mo Shaluo’s treasured blade flying and shattered his arm.

“How can you possess such strength?”

Mo Shaluo was horrified.

“My spiritual power is boundless, and my body immortal. Together, within my primordial spirit, who can stand against me?” Jiang Fan roared.

His punch shook the heavens and collapsed the sky.

This blow felt even more terrifying to Mo Shaluo than the might of the Mortal World Garden.

“Thousand Layers of Dark Water, go!”

Mo Shaluo opened his mouth and spat a stream of black water that transformed into a long river, emitting faint demonic light with shadows drifting within.

Jiang Fan’s fist punched through the black water.

“Water is soft, but your ferocity is ineffective!” Mo Shaluo’s mind shifted as the black water dispersed and coiled toward him.

“Not that ferocity is ineffective, but my body hasn’t yet unleashed its divine power. And this black water, forged from the Spirit River and dark soul malice, right? Perfect—I have a thunderbolt to counter evil!” Jiang Fan said as he exhaled a pure yang thunderbolt.

Crackling sounds tore through the air as the Thousand Layers of Dark Water shattered into fragments, the demonic light dissipating.

“You’ve actually cultivated pure yang true thunder? Impossible! Even within the Primordial Sect, successful cultivation is rare!” Mo Shaluo was genuinely shocked.

Bang, bang, bang!

The Earth-Shaking Bell chimed, causing his body to halt briefly as he slashed through the ripples.

But Jiang Fan’s fist was already upon him.

Bang!

One punch broke through twenty-four layers of defensive light, pulverizing half of Mo Shaluo’s body.

“Shadow Demon Sky Escape!”

Mo Shaluo was terrified beyond measure. His remaining body turned into a black shadow attempting to flee.

This was his escape technique; once used, even most earthly immortals could not stop him.

“Pursuit Soul Demon-Breaking Palm!”

Jiang Fan struck the air with a palm imbued with pure yang energy and vast righteousness. His palm spun half a circle, slapping Mo Shaluo out.

“What divine technique can break my Shadow Demon Sky Escape?” Mo Shaluo screamed.

“The divine technique that kills you!”

Jiang Fan advanced and punched, shattering Mo Shaluo’s skull. Yet Mo Shaluo’s primordial spirit escaped the body, attempting to flee.

The third step of the primordial spirit is the Transformation Spirit Realm, where the primordial embryo becomes the primordial spirit, able to exist separately from the body. Even if the body decays, life continues.

This was Mo Shaluo’s plan—to escape with his primordial spirit and survive for the future.

“Not if I let you escape!”

Jiang Fan opened his mouth and spat out mana that swiftly restructured itself into a pure yang true thunderbolt within a split second. It chased down the primordial spirit and annihilated Mo Shaluo.

Such is the marvel of spellcraft.

With the aid of the Enlightenment Platform, he could comprehend dozens of divine techniques daily, effortlessly using them to overcome powerful enemies, giving an aura of unfathomable depth.

“Another one down!”

Jiang Fan smiled.

This feeling of slaying demons and evil filled him with a deep, heartfelt pride and exhilaration.

Compared to this, women, brothels, banquets, and so forth paled far behind.

He reached out and grabbed Mo Shaluo’s treasured blade and his treasure pouch as they flew over, storing them away without examining them for now.

Turning around, he approached the dark gold bracelet lying quietly on the ground and picked it up.

It was not heavy, but adorned with incredibly complex patterns. Jiang Fan couldn’t recognize them but guessed they were immortal runes.

After blood recognition, he gained some information:

An immortal artifact—the Void-Absorbing Bracelet—with spatial bounds of a hundred miles.

Besides storage, it had a function to infuse spiritual power and, when activated at a critical moment, could generate an immortal light shield for protection.

The strength of the immortal light depended on the amount of spiritual power infused!

“Not bad, not bad, very good!” he couldn’t help but smile.

Exploring with his divine sense, he was even happier.

Inside was a hundred-mile spatial domain, arranged with meticulous order.

Not many items, but most emitted immortal light, clearly not mundane.

Especially on one rack, a set of long swords was displayed.

“This is clearly a set—exactly what I desire! Ha ha ha!”

Jiang Fan laughed heartily.

Alas…

But suddenly, a faint, long sigh came from nearby.

Jiang Fan shuddered, nearly losing control.