After Mo Shang and Jiang Shuyu gave the palace a thorough makeover, all that remained where it had stood was an open stretch of land and a grand formation still in operation.
"Why does it still feel like something's missing..." Mo Shang rubbed his chin again.
Hearing this, Jiang Shuyu smiled. She slightly raised her hand, formed a seal, and sent a stream of spiritual energy into the formation.
Following Jiang Shuyu's movements, the formation rapidly contracted. Immediately afterward, an array disk flew out from the center of the clearing and landed in her hand.
"Nothing should be missing now, right?" Jiang Shuyu asked with a smile.
"You know what, this is perfect now. It really is more pleasing when it's all flat and even. Come on, let's check out some other places..."
Mo Shang chuckled, nodding in satisfaction. He did not linger, preparing to leave with Jiang Shuyu.
Yet at that moment, a figure suddenly flew in from afar and landed not far from the two of them.
The newcomer wore a crimson robe, embroidered at the chest with a flame insignia—the mark of the Blazing Sun Sect.
"Kid, I saw everything. Hand over the treasure, and then let her..."
The Blazing Sun Sect disciple looked at Mo Shang and Jiang Shuyu, greed written across his face.
Blood Sacrifice! Star Glory Heaven-Burning Palm!
Without the slightest hesitation, Mo Shang made a decision that was practically instinctive, instantly activating the secret art of Blood Sacrifice.
In an instant, starlight and flame boiled around Mo Shang, transforming into a palm imprint that blotted out the sky as it crushed toward the Blazing Sun Sect disciple!
BOOM!
Before the Blazing Sun Sect disciple could finish speaking, he was reduced to dust beneath that palm. Nothing remained, as though he had never existed