Xu Changqing rose from the half-collapsed roof. The power of the Metal Element Origin within the sword embryo had already been drawn away, but the sword embryo itself remained.
The three-foot-long amber sword body still floated before him.
The golden patterns on its surface had dimmed somewhat, yet it was still peerless material, suitable for forging into an unparalleled flying sword.
Of course, Xu Changqing did not lack offensive methods, but Qin Baili did.
After lurking within the Yellow Springs Alliance for over a hundred years, he had fallen from Dongting Immortal Sect's most dazzling genius into a shadow who could not even show his true face.
Such a sacrifice deserved an unparalleled flying sword.
Seeing that it was about time, Xu Changqing withdrew the Five-Colored Banners.
At once, the five-colored curtain of light vanished from above the Mo Clan Ancestral Grounds.
He did not spare those Mo Clan disciples another glance. With a stretch of his claw, he plucked Mo Yin from the crowd.
"Ah?"
"Demon Emperor, what are you doing?"
"We... we are loyal too!"
Seeing this, the Mo Clan members all revealed puzzled expressions.
The direct-line elder who had been roaring earlier now wore a different face, his voice carrying a trace of earnest pleading. "Please, take us away from here!"
Mo Teng was dead.
The Grand Elder was dead as well.
More than half of the ancestral grounds had been destroyed.
Without a powerhouse's protection, the remaining Mo Clan members would not merely struggle to establish themselves in the Central Region—they might not even survive the night.
After all, they no longer had any value to exploit.
Several branch-line elders even dropped to their knees with a thud.
When the surrounding direct-line disciples saw the elders kneel, they too fell to their knees in waves.
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