Nine Sorrows had nothing above his neck, yet he seemed to be staring fixedly at Chu Mo. He said harshly, "If you return my head, we might let you die a little more swiftly."
At his words, the other Taboos raised a clamor. Auras shot into the sky, bearing down on the black-robed figure in their midst.
Declining Fate met his gaze, but a trace of hesitation arose in his heart.
Throughout their journey, he had witnessed the other's methods firsthand. Bizarre divine abilities, an escape technique that breached restrictions, true and false Treasure Talismans... every one of them filled him with dread.
Had their survival not been at stake, he truly would not have wanted to make an enemy of someone like this.
"Fellow Daoist."
Declining Fate drew a deep breath and said gravely, "If you surrender that little boat, leave Eternal Night, and swear never to set foot here again, we can let bygones be bygones. Otherwise, do not blame us for showing no mercy."
Chu Mo smiled softly. "I appreciate your kindness, fellow Daoist."
He raised his head, sweeping his gaze over the Taboos watching him like hungry tigers, and sneered, "But you clay chickens and pottery dogs think you can ambush and kill me? Aren't you thinking far too highly of yourselves?"
The Taboos froze at his words, then flew into a towering rage.
"Arrogant!"
"Mere blood food and nourishment! How dare you!"
"Today, we will show you the might of Taboos!"
Amid their furious roars, all manner of profound powers surged together, crushing toward Chu Mo.
Chu Mo's expression remained unchanged. He merely stirred his will.
An immense Dharma Form soared into the sky, instantly propping apart Heaven and Earth. Its profound-black imperial robes unfurled, the Sun and Moon Ring encircled it, and the Nine