A Mortal's Journey to Immortality

"What? Now that I, Jin, have arrived, you're all hesitating. Do you expect the Jin clan to see me out?"

Jin Jingtian looked at Mo Liancheng not far away, a mocking smile on his face. He naturally knew the other party's personality. In fact, it could be said that the behavior of the various family heads of the Longquan Mo family for generations was somewhat similar.

Despite having a Grandmaster-level leader in charge, he rarely gets into conflicts with surrounding forces, giving people the impression of a kind-hearted person who is without desires and whose strength lies in his lack of desires.

It's not that the Mo family is truly without desires; it's simply that they have no choice but to act this way. The strange characteristics of the Soul-Devouring Evil Sword, which the Mo family relies on, mean that they dare not frequently borrow its terrifying power.

Otherwise, this kind of mutually destructive fighting style, which kills a thousand enemies but also harms eight hundred of your own, would be unbearable for the successive heads of the Mo family, and they would all be devoured by the Soul-Devouring Evil Sword and die young.

Therefore, under the reckless expansion of the Mo family by its first generation of patriarchs, a solid foundation and prestige were laid for the Longquan Mo family, and no one dared to provoke them easily anymore.

From then on, under the accumulated power of the Mo family, they gradually entered a path of recuperation and peaceful development. In order to live longer, the younger generation of the Mo family all cultivated their character and rarely fought with others.

The Soul-Devouring Evil Sword has also been used as a strategic deterrent weapon, a practice that continues to this day.

Therefore, after realizing something was wrong, Mo Liancheng immediately felt a little hesitant. If Jin Jingtian were at his peak, even if he used the Soul-Devouring Evil Sword, he wouldn't have much of a chance of winning. The most likely outcome would be a 50/50 situation.

If that were the case, not only would he have wasted his vital energy, but the hidden Liu Feng and his disciples would have also taken advantage of him, which would have been the worst possible outcome.

"Master Jin, why are they so confident? Did your ambush fail?"

Mo Liancheng's face was somewhat gloomy. His originally foolproof plan was now encountering problems one after another, which made him resentful.

"Although Jin Jingtian's appearance has changed drastically, it is completely different from what we imagined. Therefore, I am also a little unsure at this moment."

Seeing Mo Liancheng's surprised and uncertain expression, Jin Yunfeng had no choice but to tell him the truth.

Jin Jingtian glanced at the two whispering to each other and chuckled.

"Hahaha! You traitor, can't you understand why I, the clan leader, am here unharmed?"

"I've already sent that cook off the cliff. If you don't believe me, I'll send you all to him to reunite in a bit."

Jin Jingtian gazed at the dark cliff in the distance, raised his chin, and said in a chilling tone.

Upon hearing this, Jin Yunfeng's expression changed, realizing that the other party had seen through their hidden agent in Jinyuan. He couldn't help but sigh inwardly.

"Patriarch Mo, make a move. If we don't deal with this kid, once the many Green Bamboo Sect disciples sent out realize what's happening, we'll be doomed."

With a gloomy expression, Mo Liancheng waved his hand behind him, and a disciple of the Longquan Sword Sect handed him a blood-red sword box.

He glanced around discreetly, then with a slight effort, pulled out a jet-black longsword. Now, he could only pin his hopes on Liu Feng and his apprentice, who had yet to appear. Therefore, he had to be extremely vigilant to avoid being ambushed by the two of them.

When everyone saw the black longsword in Mo Liancheng's hand, all their eyes were focused on this strange and evil sword.

The hilt and blade of this sword are seamlessly integrated, showing no signs of artificial craftsmanship, and the blade is also different from the swords we usually see.

The blade of the Soul-Devouring Evil Sword is very thick and has an irregular serrated shape, which is completely different from the straight and upright swords people are used to.

"Clang—"

With a soft hum from the evil sword, Mo Liancheng's face suddenly turned pale. A dark red sword aura appeared on the blade of the Soul-Devouring Evil Sword, penetrating three inches through his body and flickering erratically.

Jin Jingtian stared at the strange longsword in the other's hand, raised his hand, and a silver spear was sucked into his palm. He flicked it backward, and several inches of golden true energy spewed out from the half-foot-long spear tip, swirling around it like flames.

The two leaped into the air simultaneously, their inner energy surging. With a clash of swords and a swing, they clashed together.

Golden true energy and dark red sword energy clashed fiercely, sparks flying everywhere. The shockwaves generated by the two were like an invisible storm, sweeping in all directions from their center, with flying sand and stones and towering waves of energy.

Everyone moved away from the area where the two were fighting, fearing that they would be affected by the invisible sword energy.

Seeing this, Jin Haiming shifted his gaze and fixed it on Jin Yunfeng not far away. He gathered his true energy and rushed towards him at a rapid pace, shouting loudly at the same time.

"Sinner! Prepare to die!"

After a moment of stunned silence, the others were ignited by the fighting and charged back into the enemy's camp, engaging in a chaotic melee.

"Jingle bells!"

In order to avoid being noticed by the two mysterious figures on the mountaintop, Zhou Ping used the Floating Shadow Step to stealthily approach the edge of the battlefield, hiding in the shadows and observing from afar.

He was conflicted at the moment. He wanted the attackers to kill Jin Jingtian on the spot, but he was also afraid that after Jin Jingtian died, no one would tell him where Jin Yan was or the truth of the whole matter. He was truly caught in a dilemma.

The situation had developed in ways that exceeded everyone's expectations. Zhou Ping would occasionally steal glances at the distant mountaintop, but upon seeing that the two figures were still there, he would quickly look away.

Whether it was a misperception or his unease, whenever he gazed at the two people on the mountaintop, a sense of dread would suddenly rise within him, making him feel both alarmed and bewildered.

If he stares at the other person for too long, the other person will notice him.

This feeling is so strange, as if it appeared out of thin air, yet it is so real.

Could this be one of the benefits of cultivating the Azure Origin Technique? Zhou Ping pondered for a while and could only attribute it to this technique.

He dared not pay too much attention to the mountaintop anymore, and slowly hid his figure in a blind spot so that he wouldn't have to worry about being seen by the two mysterious figures above.

Zhou Ping focused his attention on the arena for the time being. He had scanned the area several times to make sure that he did not find Duan Yu and Ma Liuyun.

It seems these two have other missions and didn't come with Jin Yunfeng. That's for the best, as the situation here is already unpredictable, and it would be even more dangerous for them to rush in.

With the appearance of two mysterious figures on the mountaintop, the battle situation here has already slipped out of the control of both sides, though they are unaware of it.

Zhou Ping had already secretly marked him as the most dangerous person. Recalling the scene when he first saw the other party descend from the sky, coupled with those glowing eyes, Zhou Ping couldn't help but shiver.

Even Jin Jingtian, who was currently displaying his might in the arena, and another Grandmaster who was fiercely fighting with him, did not give Zhou Pingsheng the slightest feeling.

The strangeness of these two is almost demonic!