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Shi Tie rushed back from the back mountain. Su Xiao abruptly interrupted his cultivation, pulled A Yuan up, and the three of them quickly gathered in the main hall, their faces filled with unprecedented solemnity. Even A Yuan could feel the oppressive atmosphere that made her heart pound.

"Sect Leader, is this Black Wind Stronghold?" Su Xiao's voice trembled slightly.

"Hmm, the aura is strong, and there are quite a few of them." Shen Mo's expression was calm, but his eyes were sharp. "It seems that the Black Cloud Demon doesn't intend to give us any time."

He quickly made arrangements: "Junior Brother Tie, guard the palace gate! Junior Sister Xiao, take A Yuan and retreat to the secret chamber in the back hall. No matter what happens in the front hall, do not come out! I'll go and meet them!"

"Sect Leader! Let me go with you!" Shi Tie said, his neck stiff and his eyes bloodshot.

"Listen to me!" Shen Mo said sternly, "Your mission is more important! Defending the main hall is defending the last vestige of honor for the Qingyun Sect! Go now!"

Shi Tie gritted his teeth, stomped his foot heavily, picked up the newly acquired Qinggang sword, and stood like a door god at the entrance of the main hall, glaring angrily towards the mountain path.

Shen Mo let out a soft breath, straightened his Taoist robe, gripped the sect leader's jade pendant tightly in his hand, and slowly walked to the stone lion in the courtyard, standing with his hands behind his back.

His gaze remained calm as he looked towards the mountain gate, the faint spiritual energy within him subtly resonating with the earth beneath his feet and the stone lions beside him. He was gathering his strength, awaiting the final judgment.

Almost the instant Shen Mo stood still—

"Whoosh whoosh!"

Several menacing figures, like ghosts, stormed onto Qingyun Gate Square!

The simple illusion array seemed to have some effect, causing them to hesitate slightly, but they were quickly disoriented by Hei Yun Sha's cold snort and brute force, and he strode straight toward the main hall.

The leader was none other than Hei Yun Sha! He was dressed in black robes, his face was ferocious, and the spiritual pressure of the sixth level of Qi Refining spread out without any concealment, like a storm, instantly enveloping the entire Qingyun Mountain Sect!

Behind him were Steward Wang, Zhao Hu, and four Black Wind Stronghold elites with imposing auras, each at least at the second level of Qi Refining!

This power is enough to easily crush a small family!

Meanwhile, hidden figures quietly emerged from behind the forests and rocks surrounding Qingyun Mountain.

There were ragged, unaffiliated cultivators with greedy eyes; there were spies from small families dressed in various styles, their eyes gleaming; and there were even one or two solitary travelers whose auras were obscure and whose faces were indistinct.

Like hyenas that have smelled blood, they watched from afar, waiting for the sinking of the Qingyun Sect so they could swarm in and grab a share of the spoils!

"Tsk tsk, Black Cloud Demon really did come in person! And he brought so many skilled fighters with him!"

"Qingyun Sect is finished! It seems we cannot escape our fate today!"

"What a pity, that new sect leader seemed to have some presence, what a shame..."

"Keep a close eye on them. Once they're both severely weakened, or the Qingyun Sect is destroyed, we'll storm in! Maybe we can find some fragments of cultivation techniques or spirit stones!"

Whispers flowed in the shadows, filled with indifference and greed.

"Heh, what a destitute place, practically dirt poor." Hei Yun Sha's gaze swept over the dilapidated courtyard, a sneer curling at the corner of his mouth.

Steward Wang, standing to the side, said with a fawning smile, "Chief, you see, wasn't I right? The Qingyun Sect is just an empty shell now!"

Zhao Hu glared fiercely at Shi Tie, who was standing at the entrance of the palace, and Shen Mo, who was standing with his hands behind his back in the courtyard.

Hei Yunsha's gaze finally landed on Shen Mo. He looked him up and down, a hint of surprise flashing in his eyes.

This Shen Mo seems quite different from the cowardly boy in the rumors? His aura was still weak, but his calm demeanor didn't seem to be deliberately feigned.

"You are Shen Mo?" Hei Yun Sha asked, his voice hoarse and carrying a sense of oppressive superiority.

Shen Mo nodded slightly, replying neither servilely nor arrogantly, "It is indeed I, Shen. I was unaware of the honor of Chief Black's presence; what brings you here? (A rhetorical question)"

"Instructions?" Hei Yun Sha sneered. "Stop playing dumb with me! Debts must be repaid, it's only right and proper! That old bastard Mo Yuan owes my Black Wind Stronghold eight hundred spirit stones, it's all in black and white! Now that you've taken over the position of sect leader, this debt is naturally yours to repay!"

"A one-month grace period? I've changed my mind! Today, you either pay me back, or... you'll pay with this wretched mountain and your lives!"

The spiritual pressure of a sixth-level Qi Refining cultivator pressed down on Shen Mo without any hesitation!

Shi Tie grunted, his body swaying, but he gritted his teeth and stood firm, glaring angrily at Hei Yun Sha.

Shen Mo also felt a tightness in his chest, as if he were being crushed by a boulder. But he stood firmly on the ground, his expression unchanged, and even a faint hint of mockery on his lips.

"Black Chieftain, what a grand display of power," Shen Mo said slowly, his voice low and deep under the pressure of spiritual energy, yet exceptionally clear.

"The one-month deadline was personally agreed upon by Steward Wang of your stronghold, and everyone present can testify to that. Black Wind Stronghold is considered a major force in the area; aren't you afraid of being ridiculed and ruining your reputation by going back on your word like this?"

Hei Yun Sha narrowed his eyes, his spiritual pressure increasing threefold: "Reputation? My Black Wind Stronghold relies on its powerful fists! What do we need to talk about reputation with you downtrodden bastards? Shen Mo, stop your damn nonsense! Either hand over the spirit stones, or... die!"

The atmosphere instantly became incredibly tense!

However, at that moment, Shen Mo suddenly laughed. His laughter was somewhat inexplicable, which startled Hei Yun Sha and the others.

"Black Chieftain, why the rush?" Shen Mo shook his head, his gaze seemingly casually sweeping over the broken carvings around the plaza and the ground beneath his feet.

"Aren't you curious why my Qingyun Sect's founder chose this place to establish the sect? Aren't you curious why my master, Mo Yuan, chose this particular time to 'travel' away? Aren't you curious... why I dare to stand here and speak to you like this?"

His words carried a persuasive tone, a series of "curiosities," coupled with his unfathomable expression and the ancient traces that remained in the area, instantly planting seeds of doubt in Hei Yunsha's heart.

Yes, where does this kid get his confidence from a sect that's fallen into such a state? That old fox Mo Yuan ran away at the perfect time!

Could it be... that something is really strange?

But then, Hei Yun Sha grinned maliciously, his gaze sweeping across the dilapidated hall before finally settling on Shen Mo, who stood alone in the courtyard. His voice, like that of a night owl, boomed:

"Heh, a dilapidated sect, with only a handful of big and small members, what gives you the audacity to speak to me like that... Shen Mo! I wasn't raised to be easily intimidated. Looks like you're going to have to suffer the consequences! Today is the day your Qingyun Sect is wiped out!"

Despite the overwhelming ferocity, Shen Mo remained unmoved, simply saying, "Black Chieftain, why the ruthlessness? The month-long deadline hasn't passed yet..."

"Stop your damn nonsense!" Hei Yunsha rudely interrupted him, his eyes blazing with murderous intent. "Die, you son of a bitch!"

Before he finished speaking, he moved suddenly, transforming into a black lightning bolt. His right hand formed a claw with five fingers, wrapped in a dark, malevolent aura, and with a piercing shriek, it aimed straight at Shen Mo's crown!

Without a word, he went straight for the kill! He wanted to eliminate this potential variable with lightning speed!

The full power of a strike from a sixth-level Qi Refining cultivator is terrifying! Before the claw wind even arrived, the fierce killing intent made Shen Mo feel as if he had fallen into an ice cave, and his blood almost froze!

"Sect Leader!" Shi Tie's eyes were bloodshot as he tried to rush out, but he was pressed down at the entrance of the main hall by the terrifying spiritual pressure and could not move!

The onlookers held their breath, as if they could already see the bloody scene of Shen Mo's brains splattering!