"Dead!?"
Miao Zhishun stared at the scene in shock.
"Ahhh!!"
Accompanied by Mo Zi's anguished cries.
"Hah... hah..."
His body could no longer support itself in the air, as though every bone in his spine had been pulled away.
"Rumble—"
Thunder still roared above his head.
Mo Zi's immortal body silently fell apart, spiritual energy irretrievably dissipating like the final glimmer of a candle flame in the wind.
Under the heavens where lightning and fire intertwined, this became his final burial ground. A Tribulation Crossing Great Power had fallen.
Cold sweat unconsciously seeped down Miao Zhishun's back. He felt as though he had fallen into an ice pit, his entire body numb with cold.
He had not even felt this way when facing Mo Zi.
Yet at this moment, he fully sensed the danger.
Thinking back on everything that had happened before, he began to feel immensely fortunate that he had not attacked Li Xuanxiao.
He recalled all the warnings and threats he had given Li Xuanxiao before...
Miao Zhishun's throat bobbed as he swallowed.
So it turned out that the one who had always been in danger was himself.
Since the other party was capable of killing Mo Zi, a Tribulation Crossing Stage cultivator, then he was certainly capable of killing him as well.
At that thought, a wave of lingering fear rose within him.
Even if Mo Zi had been suppressed by the Heavenly Dao, he was still a Tribulation Crossing Stage cultivator.
He was also an existence ordinary Body Integration Realm cultivators could only look up to.
This Shu Mountain Remnant...
Li Xuanxiao looked at Mo Zi, who had already died and vanished. Beneath his sleeve, his fingers formed a hand seal.
Two small Mechanical Puppets sprang into action and removed the various storage artifacts from Mo