A Mortal's Journey to Immortality

Jin Jingtian's shout puzzled everyone present, but Zhou Ping, who was paying close attention to the battle, turned serious upon hearing it.

He knew this was directed at him, and the seven-day deadline he had agreed upon with Jin Jingtian had arrived.

At this moment, Zhou Ping was somewhat uneasy. After secretly watching the duel between the other party and another person, Jin Jingtian's powerful strength caused Zhou Ping's heart to surge like a tsunami, leaving him extremely shocked.

The methods he had prepared over the past few months now left him with little confidence.

Facing a seasoned veteran like Jin Jingtian, coupled with his exceptional martial arts skills, Zhou Ping had little confidence in escaping from him if the other party were to turn against him.

He rubbed his forehead, the faint discomfort between his brows seeming to be a strong warning to him: danger, don't go.

"call!"

Exhaling a deep breath, Zhou Ping tried his best to suppress his unease. He checked the several silver needles hidden in his clothes one last time, then his figure flickered and he flashed towards the direction where Jin Jingtian lived. His movements were smooth and fluid, without making a sound.

Zhou Ping knew that Jin Jingtian was certain he would go, and he had no other choice.

Not only did he want to find out what had happened to him and where Jin Yan was, but most importantly, the safety of his family was in Jin Jingtian's hands.

Although Ma Liuyun had promised to protect his family's safety, he had not yet found any trace of him, which made him somewhat uneasy.

Zhou Ping dared not place all his hopes on the other party. He had to deal with Jin Jingtian for a while. As long as he could stall until the Jin clan was defeated, he would have a chance to break free of his shackles and escape.

Thinking of this, he looked back at the distant mountain peak, which was now deserted.

Have those two eerie figures started to move? I wonder if this is a blessing or a curse for me...

After Jin Jingtian left, Mo Liancheng turned his surprised gaze to Jin Haiming, wanting to see what this sacred artifact protecting the clan that the other party had mentioned was.

Even if the Jin Clan were to lose Jin Jingtian now, he would never dare to act rashly again until he had figured out the truth of the matter.

"Jin Haiming, is that coffin over there for yourself?"

Seeing the other party's rude remarks, Jin Haiming snorted coldly and, without saying a word, slammed his palm onto the large sandalwood box beside him.

"None of you are leaving today!"

"Snap!"

A crisp sound came from the wooden box, and then everyone saw the wooden board facing them slam down on the ground with a "bang," revealing a dark green, humanoid figure inside the box.

Upon seeing this, Jin Haiming hurriedly took out a disc-shaped object, tapped it a few times with his finger, and then put it to his lips and whispered something.

Mo Liancheng was slightly taken aback when he saw the dark green figure, unable to tell what it was at all.

But when he saw Jin Haiming's serious expression, he naturally knew that this thing was not to be trifled with. It was impossible for it to be simple, since it was regarded as a sacred artifact by the Jin Clan.

Therefore, he secretly became extremely vigilant, and the Soul-Devouring Evil Sword in his hand once again spewed out dark red sword energy.

"go!"

After Jin Haiming was ready, a fierce glint appeared in his eyes, and he raised his hand to point at Mo Liancheng.

"Squeak squeak squeak..."

Upon hearing Jin Haiming's command, the dark green figure suddenly began to sway back and forth, and a chilling creaking sound emanated from within.

The sound lasted for about ten breaths. When it stopped, the figure raised its head, and everyone who saw it immediately broke out in a cold sweat.

The dark green figure had no facial features; its smooth, dark green face was covered with numerous eyeball-sized holes, dark and eerie.

"What the hell is this thing?!"

Mo Liancheng was startled and couldn't help but blurt it out.

In the instant he was stunned, a dark green figure shot out of the wooden box with a bang, heading straight for him. The speed was so fast that even Mo Liancheng, a Grandmaster, couldn't react in time.

He had no choice but to hastily hold the Soul-Devouring Evil Sword horizontally in front of him. Just as he began to circulate his inner energy, he felt a tremendous force, more than twice as powerful as Jin Jingtian's full-force attack, suddenly pressing down on the sword like a flash flood.

Mo Liancheng's hand went numb, and the Soul-Devouring Evil Sword flew out of his hand, striking his chest in the blink of an eye.

His body was instantly sent flying, knocking down and injuring a large number of Sword Sect disciples behind him, creating chaos. He only managed to stop after retreating more than ten feet.

"puff!"

Before Mo Liancheng could even regain his balance, he spat out a mouthful of blood, his face turning as pale as paper.

"How...how is this possible!?"

He managed to utter a few words, staring in utter horror at the spot where he had just been.

The dark green figure seemed to appear out of thin air, standing there silently in the same posture as it had been in the wooden box.

After the other disciples of the Sword Sect realized what was happening, they all retreated in panic, their eyes filled with fear as they looked at the dark green figure.

The mere thought of someone capable of sending their patriarch flying with a single blow sent chills down their spines.

Jin Haiming looked at the situation in the arena with satisfaction, his wrinkled face trembling with excitement.

Unexpectedly, the sacred artifact left by my great-uncle was so powerful. With just one strike, it sent Mo Liancheng, who was comparable to a Grandmaster, flying away. It was terrifying!

"Mo Liancheng, today I'll show you the consequences of insulting my Jin clan!"

Mo Liancheng's face was deathly pale. His right hand, which was holding the sword, was still trembling slightly from the immense force. His heart was filled with turmoil as he stared at the dark green figure not far away as if he had seen a ghost.

With an inhuman appearance, a hideous head riddled with holes, and a body covered in a hard, dark green skin that faintly gleamed with a metallic sheen, this bizarre figure was completely beyond Mo Liancheng's comprehension.

Just as he was secretly having second thoughts, a voice carrying a hint of surprise drifted into the arena.

"Tsk tsk tsk! I never expected to encounter a first-tier high-grade puppet with combat power comparable to the late stage of Qi Refining here."

"Your Jin clan's ancestor really spared no expense..."

Then, everyone saw a light, floating figure slowly land in front of Mo Liancheng. The figure wore a Taoist robe, held a whisk, and looked like a Taoist immortal.

The newcomer was none other than Tongxin Daoren of Tongyang Temple. He had been hiding in the shadows, leisurely watching the fight between the two sides.

He planned to wait until they were both severely weakened before showing up to clean up the mess.

Unexpectedly, the Jin Clan had such an amazing trump card hidden within them: a first-tier high-grade puppet with combat power comparable to the late stage of Qi Refining!

The appearance of this puppet immediately disrupted the situation. Without Grandmaster Jin Jingtian, the Jin Clan was no longer able to challenge Mo Liancheng, who wielded the Soul-Devouring Evil Sword.

However, after the puppet was summoned, the situation immediately reversed. Seeing that Mo Liancheng was planning to slip away, Tongxin Daoist had no choice but to reveal himself in advance.

If the other party escapes, his method of using one enemy to devour another will be impossible.

Tongxin Daoist withdrew his burning gaze from the Golden Clan puppet, turned to Mo Liancheng, and said with an embarrassed expression,

"Oh dear, Master Mo, I've been searching for you everywhere!"