Mo Yi Beats Up Jieyin and Zhunti

Mo Yi opened the Demon Realm after he finished speaking.

Nuwa, who had been anxiously waiting in the Primordial Chaos, saw the two emerge and quickly ran to Xuan Yi's side.

"Husband! Are you alright!"

Nuwa looked him over from head to toe, and only relaxed when she saw that Xuan Yi was unharmed. She then turned a cold gaze towards Mo Yi, filled with wariness.

Seeing Nuwa's gaze on him, Mo Yi felt a wave of bitterness.

"My apologies, Young Madam! Mo Yi did not know of the Young Master's identity previously and has offended you greatly. I beg for your punishment!"

At this moment, Mo Yi wished he could kill Jieyin and Zhunti. If he could go back now, he would absolutely not let the two of them off.

"It's alright, Wa'er! It's all in the past. He didn't know my identity before, so let's spare him this time!"

Since Xuan Yi had already interceded, Nuwa couldn't make things difficult for him any further. She gave Xuan Yi a look and stood to the side, saying nothing more.

Xuan Yi naturally understood the meaning behind Nuwa's gaze and turned to Mo Yi.

"Who exactly sent you to kill me!"

Mo Yi, who was already brimming with anger, didn't hesitate to answer when Xuan Yi asked. "Young Master, it was those scoundrels Jieyin and Zhunti who sent me."

Hearing that it was those two, Xuan Yi and Nuwa were instantly enraged.

"Hmph! These two truly know no remorse, daring to provoke me again. This time, I will definitely kill them to quell my hatred."

Xuan Yi was truly furious. If his strength were any weaker, if he didn't have Luohu's bloodline, he and Nuwa might have died here today.

"Young Master doesn't need to make a move. They dared to frame me and almost caused me to make a grave mistake."

"I will absolutely not let them off!"

Mo Yi also gnashed his teeth in hatred towards Jieyin and Zhunti, wishing he could tear them to shreds. Without hesitation, he requested permission to deal with them himself.

"Alright! These two are yours to handle!"

"This humble Taoist will take the Young Madam back first!"

Seeing how much Mo Yi hated the two from the West, Xuan Yi and Nuwa decided to leave the matter to Mo Yi.

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

With that, he took Nuwa and returned to Jade Capital Mountain.

Meanwhile, on Spiritual Mountain.

Jieyin and Zhunti were still anxiously awaiting news.

"Senior Brother! Do you think this Mo Yi can succeed in killing Xuan Yi?"

Zhunti had asked this question countless times. Ever since Mo Yi had departed, Zhunti had been restless, constantly hoping for the good news of Xuan Yi's death.

"Sigh! Junior Brother, please be patient!"

"Whether or not Xuan Yi is killed, it means no loss for us."

"Even if Mo Yi fails, so what? No one will suspect us brothers."

Jieyin was slightly more rational. As long as the disaster wasn't brought upon the West, it would be fine.

This was also why he had sent Mo Yi. Because Mo Yi was from the Demon Race, even if Xuan Yi were killed, all the anger would be directed towards the Demon Race.

"Chirp!"

A black shadow flew towards the two. In a short while, Mo Yi appeared.

"Fellow Daoist Mo Yi, what is the situation? Have you already killed Xuan Yi?"

Seeing Mo Yi appear, Zhunti hurried forward to inquire.

"What? Do you think this seat would make a mistake in his actions?"

Mo Yi looked at Zhunti with icy eyes, radiating killing intent.

"No, no, no! How could that be! Fellow Daoist Mo Yi has profound cultivation; killing a mere Mystic Immortal would be child's play!"

Zhunti's skin crawled under Mo Yi's cold gaze, and he quickly flattered him.

"However, your words just now have offended this seat, which has put me in a very bad mood."

"Therefore... you shall die!"

Before he could finish speaking, Mo Yi struck Zhunti's chest with a palm.

Caught completely off guard, Zhunti was sent flying tens of thousands of miles by this blow, crashing through countless mountains before finally stopping.

"Mo Yi! Why did you injure my Junior Brother!"

Seeing Zhunti ambushed, Jieyin was greatly alarmed and immediately glared at Mo Yi defensively, speaking sternly.

"Injure my Junior Brother? I intend to kill you both!"

Mo Yi, who already hated the two to the bone, channeled his magic power and attacked Jieyin.

"Boom!"

Jieyin, who had been beaten down to only Saint First Layer by Xuan Yi, was no match for Mo Yi's assault.

They were immediately blasted away, and like Zhunti, they crashed through several large mountains before stopping.

The two, their kasayas tattered, stood up from the mountains and yelled at Mo Yi, who had ambushed them:

"Mo Yi! We have a cooperative relationship with your Outer Demonic Realm, are you trying to break the contract?"

The two were heavily injured by Mo Yi for no reason, and they were furious.

"Break the contract? Hahaha! I am of the Demon Race, isn't breaking contracts normal?"

"Besides, are you two trash worthy of negotiating with me?"

Growing angrier, Mo Yi decided to stop holding back and immediately unleashed the Demon Realm's supreme treasure, the Demon Dragon Blade, to attack them.

Jieyin and Zhunti were terrified and quickly summoned their Spiritual Treasures to defend themselves.

But how could two cultivators at the first heaven of the Saint realm block the attack of Mo Yi, a powerhouse at the sixth heaven of the Saint realm?

"Boom!"

Unsurprisingly, they were both blasted into bloody mist with a single blow.

"Crack!"

At the same time, thunder rumbled in the sky, and a torrential rain of blood fell upon the Primordial Chaos – a sign of a Saint's demise.

Countless powerful beings in the Primordial Chaos looked up at the sky in horror.

"Which Saint has fallen this time!"

"The Primordial Chaos is truly terrifying! Even Saints are falling one after another, I should just go into seclusion!"

"..."

The fall of Jieyin and Zhunti not only shocked countless powerful beings but also terrified them.

With even Saints falling, they no longer dared to roam around freely with their meager cultivation.

On Jade Capital Mountain, Xuan Yi and Nuwa looked up at the void.

"It seems Mo Yi really went all out! He actually killed Jieyin and Zhunti directly!"

Looking at the falling blood rain, the anger in Xuan Yi's heart finally subsided a little.

"Husband, now that Jieyin and Zhunti are resurrected, I wonder if they can still retain their Saint positions!"

Nuwa was also in a good mood now. They dared to send people to intercept them, so they deserved to die.

Unlike their relief, Mo Yi, who had killed Jieyin and Zhunti, still felt his anger had not subsided.

"Damn trash! You couldn't even take a few hits, I wanted to torture you properly, but you just died like this!"

Still seething with anger, Mo Yi turned his gaze to Spiritual Mountain.

"Since you're going to be resurrected, I'll collect some interest first!"

With that, the Demon Dragon Blade in his hand erupted with demonic energy, and a ten-thousand-zhang demonic dragon lunged towards Spiritual Mountain.

"Rumble!"

The lair meticulously set up by Jieyin and Zhunti was blasted into ruins by Mo Yi. Many Buddhas within Spiritual Mountain who didn't have time to retreat were also turned to ashes by this strike.

Looking at the ruined Spiritual Mountain, Mo Yi's anger finally lessened a bit.

"Hmph! I'll let you off for now, but when my Demon Race reveals itself in the Primordial Chaos, you'll be the first ones I deal with."

Mo Yi spat fiercely at Spiritual Mountain, then returned to the Demon Realm to report to Luohu.