Plan Failed

Mo looked at the group of clansmen who were crying their eyes out, stretched out his hand, pointed to an Asura Clan in the crowd who was crying the loudest and had a thick book hanging from his waist, and said:

"Alright. But I don't know when I'll be back. To avoid chaos within the clan..."

"Shu, you will temporarily serve as the Clan Leader."

As soon as Mo finished speaking, all the crying of the Asura Clan members around them stopped abruptly. Those faces, which had been covered in tears and looked pitiful just a moment ago, froze instantly.

A member of the Asura Clan blurted out, "Clan Leader, why aren't you playing by the rules?"

"Yes!"

Another member of the tribe jumped up, tears still on his face, but his tone had already switched from grief to exasperation.

"I was so moved just now, I even shed a tear. It was a real tear, not something I secretly dripped with water. Why are you still leaving?"

"Ha, I knew it wouldn't work."

A tribesman standing nearby, arms crossed, snorted coldly.

"Book, your plan won't work."

Another member of the Asura Clan nudged his companion who had a book hanging from his waist.

Shu sighed, her expression completely different from when she had been crying the most.

"Clan Leader, I've already used my most sincere and deadly move, yet you still show no mercy."

Mo's face revealed an expression that said, "I've seen through everything."

His calm eyes swept over the frozen faces, and the corners of his mouth curved slightly, with the composure of an old father seeing through his son's prank.

Having observed his own family members for so long, how could Mo not understand their little schemes?

From collectively clinging to powerful figures to taking turns playing the victim, from heartfelt confessions to the plan being exposed.

I'm sorry, he's just too familiar with this process.

This is the first time in tens of thousands of years that Mo has encountered a similar situation.

At first, he was genuinely fooled, his eyes welling up with tears as he was moved by the heart-wrenching cries of his tribesmen. But when he turned around, he found these brats high-fiving and celebrating in a corner.

Wuma Xiu stood on the cloud, taking in the scene below. The entire entrance to the Asura Clan was as noisy as a market.

The veins on his forehead throbbed twice as he gripped the Pitch-Black Spear in his hand.

"Is this the elite you were talking about, the ones you taught through endless hard work?"

The Spear trembled violently, and the Sapphire Blue light on its body flickered wildly.

Spear: I'm innocent, Master! I'm just a spear! When I was stuck there, I was only leaking Divine Power; I didn't teach them any of this! These brats' shamelessness is innate and has absolutely nothing to do with a pure and flawless Spear like me!

Wuma Xiu chuckled twice in response.

Just based on this passage, it's practically identical to the one below.

Wuma Xiu raised his arm, the Spear twirling sharply in his palm, its Spear Tip aimed at the group of the Asura Clan "Your plan is no good" and "It's clearly your acting that's terrible."

--This Asura Clan should be destroyed.

Mo suddenly shuddered.

He would never mistake that familiar aura; it was the power imprinted deep within the bloodline of their entire Asura Clan, the Sapphire Blue Divine Power flowing through their sacred artifact, and the chilling spear intent that erupted when the two characters "Asura" were carved on the mountain wall.

Exactly the same, without the slightest difference.

But this aura is... destruction.

Mo's expression changed drastically, and the Sapphire Blue power within his body surged forth like a tide in an instant, enveloping the entire Asura Clan centered on him.

Before the Asura Clan members around them could react to what was happening, they were enveloped by a power emanating from their Clan Leader.

They stared blankly at their Clan Leader.

After protecting the entire Asura Clan, Mo rose from the ground and soared into the air to meet the chilling Killing Intent descending from the sky.

A figure stood suspended in mid-air.

With white hair and red eyes, he exuded Killing Intent that caused the surrounding clouds to scatter and flee.

He held the Pitch-Black Spear in his hand, its Spear Tip pointing downwards.

Mo recognized the other person and his pupils contracted sharply.

That kind of Killing Intent was as unfathomable as a bottomless Abyss.

He couldn't stop it.

This was the conclusion Mo reached the moment he sensed this aura, without any room for chance.

If he had discovered it even a fraction of a second later, that Spear might have already pierced through the center of the tribe, destroying all the people he had protected for tens of thousands of years.

Thinking of this, Mo felt a cold sweat break out on his back, and a chill ran through him.

But that wasn't what chilled him to the bone.

It was the Spear in the other person's hand, the Sapphire Blue Divine Power emanating from him, and the boiling sensation within his body.

That's it, it's the other person.

This is the Creation Lord made them, the master of the "sacred object" that their Asura Clan reveres, the one they have waited for for thousands and tens of thousands of years but who has never appeared.

But why?

Why did the first thing the other side did upon arriving at his doorstep was to point Spear Tip at his people?

For the first time, a bewildered pain appeared on Mo's face.

Perhaps, the other party was aware of their origins back then.

It's just that it's been abandoned, just that it's no longer needed.

They've come here now simply to personally erase this accident that should never have existed.

"Why?"

"Why?"

"Why?!"

Mo practically roared out the third question, "Why?"

His eyes were red-rimmed, and for the first time, his face showed such intense emotion. A tear slid down his cheek and was blown away by the wind into the clouds.

Wuma Xiu looked at the tear-streaked face before him, his bloodshot eyes showing no emotion whatsoever. He released his grip on the spear shaft and then flicked a finger across the Spear.

The force was greater than the previous few taps.

A crisp sound echoed through the clouds.

The Spear was bounced and bent slightly, the Sapphire Blue light on its body darting wildly, and the buzzing vibrations were full of grievance.

Why are you playing it again?

What did it do? Why did it play it again?

"If it weren't for you, I would be being yelled at This Venerable now?"

Wuma Xiu flicked his Spear again.

His idea was simple.

Back then, if the Spear had been inserted in a different spot, it wouldn't have reacted with that drop of blood.

Naturally, there would be no Asura Clan.

Without the Asura Clan, this scene would not exist.

This time, Wuma Xiu's force was outrageous. Starting from the point of impact, cracks spread in all directions, and in the blink of an eye, the entire gun shattered into a broken iron rod that was about to break apart.

However, the Spear declared itself tough and resilient, proving it was a good spear again in three seconds.

Sure enough, Sapphire Blue light swirled through the cracks, and they were restored to their original state. However, this time, it hummed softly, and it didn't dare to show its grievances too obviously.

"If it were any other time, This Venerable have already fired a shot."

Wuma Xiu's face was cold. Normally, if anyone dared to yell "why" at him three times, he would have shot them without caring whether they cried or not.

The problem is, that kid would probably be gone with one shot.

So weak.