Mo Yi Brutally Beats Jieyin and Zhunti

After Mo Yi finished speaking, he opened the Demonic Realm.

Nuwa, who had been anxiously waiting in the primordial world, saw the two emerge and hurriedly ran to Xuan Yi's side.

"Husband! Are you all right?"

Nuwa checked him over from head to toe. Only after seeing that Xuan Yi was uninjured did she relax, then she turned an icy, guarded gaze toward Mo Yi.

When Mo Yi saw Nuwa looking at him, he immediately felt bitter inside.

"Young Madam, please forgive me! Mo Yi did not know the Young Master's identity earlier and offended him. I beg Young Madam to punish me!"

Mo Yi now wanted to kill Jieyin and Zhunti. If he could go back, he would definitely not spare the two of them.

"All right, Nuwa! It is over now. He did not know my identity before, so spare him this once!"

Since Xuan Yi had pleaded for him, Nuwa could not make things difficult for him any further. She signaled Xuan Yi with her eyes, then stood to the side without speaking.

Naturally, Xuan Yi understood the meaning behind Nuwa's look and turned to question Mo Yi.

"Who exactly sent you to kill me?"

Mo Yi had already been holding back a bellyful of anger. Now that Xuan Yi asked, he answered without hesitation, "Young Master, it was those two bastards, Jieyin and Zhunti, who sent me."

Upon hearing it was those two, Xuan Yi and Nuwa were instantly furious.

"Hmph! Those two truly refuse to repent. They actually dared provoke me again. This time, only killing them will ease the hatred in my heart."

Xuan Yi was truly enraged. If he had been even a little weaker, if he had not possessed Luohu's bloodline, then he and Nuwa would likely have died here today.

"Young Master need not act. They actually dared frame me and nearly caused me to commit a grave mistake."

"I will never spare them!"

Mo Yi also hated Jieyin and Zhunti to the bone and wished he could tear them into ten thousand pieces. He immediately requested permission to teach the two a lesson himself.

"Fine. I'll leave those two to you."

"I'll take Young Madam back first."

Seeing how deeply Mo Yi hated the two men of the west, Xuan Yi and Nuwa decided to leave the matter to him.

"But remember one thing: do not reveal my identity to Jieyin and Zhunti."

With that, he took Nuwa back to Jade Capital Mountain.

Meanwhile, at Spiritual Mountain.

Jieyin and Zhunti were still anxiously waiting for news.

"Senior Brother! Do you think this Mo Yi can successfully kill Xuan Yi?"

Zhunti had asked this question hundreds, if not thousands, of times. Ever since Mo Yi had set off, Zhunti had been restless, constantly hoping for news of Xuan Yi's death.

"Sigh! Junior Brother, calm down."

"Whether he can kill Xuan Yi or not, we have nothing to lose."

"So what if Mo Yi fails? No one will suspect us martial brothers."

Jieyin was still somewhat more rational. As long as trouble was not drawn to the west, everything would be fine.

That was also why he had sent Mo Yi. Since Mo Yi was from the Demon Race, even if Xuan Yi was killed, everyone's anger would only be directed at the Demon Race.

"Chirp!"

A black shadow flew toward the two of them, and before long, Mo Yi appeared.

"Fellow Daoist Mo Yi, how did it go? Have you already killed Xuan Yi?"

The moment he saw Mo Yi appear, Zhunti hurried forward to ask.

"What? Do you think I would make a mistake?"

Mo Yi stared coldly at Zhunti, killing intent spilling from him in waves.

"No, no, no! How could that be? Fellow Daoist Mo Yi's cultivation is profound. Killing a mere Mystic Immortal would be effortless!"

Zhunti's scalp tingled beneath Mo Yi's icy gaze, and he hurriedly flattered him.

"But your words just now have offended me, and they have put me in a very bad mood."

"So... go die!"

Before he had even finished speaking, Mo Yi struck Zhunti in the chest with his palm.

Caught off guard, Zhunti was sent flying tens of thousands of miles by the blow. He smashed through countless mountains before finally coming to a stop.

"Mo Yi! Why did you injure my junior brother!"

Seeing Zhunti attacked, Jieyin was greatly alarmed. He immediately stared warily at Mo Yi and shouted.

"Injure your junior brother? I'm going to kill both of you!"

Mo Yi, who had long hated the two of them, gathered his mana and attacked Jieyin.

Boom!

Jieyin had been beaten down by Xuan Yi until only the first level of the Saint Realm remained. How could he possibly withstand Mo Yi's attack?

He was blasted away on the spot. Like Zhunti, he crashed through several mountains before coming to a halt.

The two men, their kasayas in tatters, climbed out from the mountains and loudly questioned Mo Yi, who had ambushed them.

"Mo Yi! We have a cooperative relationship with your Outer Demonic Realm. Are you trying to break our agreement?"

The two had been severely injured by Mo Yi without understanding why, and fury filled their hearts.

"Break our agreement? Hahahaha! I am of the Demon Race. Isn't breaking agreements perfectly normal?"

"Besides, do two pieces of trash like you deserve to negotiate terms with me?"

Growing more furious as he spoke, Mo Yi decided not to hold back any longer. He immediately brought out the Demonic Realm's supreme treasure, the Demon Dragon Blade, and attacked them.

Jieyin and Zhunti were terrified and hurriedly brought out their spiritual treasures to defend themselves.

But how could two first-level Saints possibly withstand the attack of a sixth-level Saint like Mo Yi?

Boom!

Without any surprise, the two were blasted into a cloud of blood by a single strike.

Crack!

At the same time, thunder rumbled explosively through the sky, and a torrential rain of blood fell across the primordial land. This was the sign of a Saint's death.

Countless great powers throughout the primordial world were utterly horrified and raised their heads to look toward the sky.

"Which Saint has fallen this time?"

"The primordial world is too terrifying! Even Saints are dying one after another. I should cultivate in seclusion properly!"

"..."

The deaths of Jieyin and Zhunti horrified countless great powers and scared them out of their wits.

Even Saints had fallen. With their meager cultivation, they no longer dared wander about casually.

At Jade Capital Mountain, Xuan Yi and Nuwa looked up into the void.

"It seems Mo Yi struck quite ruthlessly. He actually killed Jieyin and Zhunti outright!"

Watching the blood rain drift down, the anger in Xuan Yi's heart finally eased somewhat.

"Husband, when Jieyin and Zhunti revive this time, I wonder whether they will still be able to retain their Saint positions."

Nuwa was in high spirits as well. They had dared send someone to ambush and kill them, so they deserved to die.

Unlike the relieved pair, Mo Yi still felt his anger had not subsided after killing Jieyin and Zhunti.

"Damn trash! You were so weak that you could not even take a beating. I wanted to properly torture you, yet you died just like that!"

Still unable to vent his anger, Mo Yi turned his gaze toward Spiritual Mountain.

"Since you have gone to revive, I will collect some interest first!"

With that, demonic energy burst from the Demon Dragon Blade in his hand, and a ten-thousand-zhang demonic dragon blasted toward Spiritual Mountain.

Rumble!

The lair Jieyin and Zhunti had painstakingly arranged was blasted into ruins by Mo Yi. Many Buddhas within Spiritual Mountain who had not managed to flee in time were reduced to ashes by that strike.

Only upon seeing Spiritual Mountain reduced to ruins did the anger in Mo Yi's heart subside a little.

"Hmph! I'll spare you this time. When my Demon Race appears in the primordial world, you will be the first ones I carve up."

Mo Yi spat viciously at Spiritual Mountain, then returned to the Demonic Realm to report to Luohu.