Before the smoke and dust had cleared, Shen Qingxi was already drenched in blood. Beneath the crushing weight of the massive Yin and Yang sword, the phantoms of the nine heavenly palaces collapsed layer by layer, scattering into golden dust that filled the sky.
He knelt on one knee, Deathly Qi ravaging his body, with no strength left to fight.
"You... who exactly are you?"
Shen Qingxi raised his head and stared fixedly at the face identical to Fu Zhou's. This man was absolutely not Fu Zhou. Though Fu Zhou's cultivation was profound, he possessed no such methods.
Yet despite his certainty, something inside him kept screaming frantically, telling him over and over: this was Fu Zhou, the genuine article!
That uncanny delusion made his hair stand on end.
Chu Mo walked forward slowly and smiled. "Who I am doesn't matter. What matters is whether Hall Master Shen is willing to submit to the Eight Departments."
"Submit?" Shen Qingxi sneered. "The Heavenly Emperor still reigns, and the Divine Lords remain. Why should I submit? Do you take the Mystic Court for a pack of native brutes who recognize nothing but the bigger fist?"
Chu Mo was neither offended nor angered. Instead, he chuckled.
"Quite right, Hall Master Shen. The Heavenly Emperor still reigns, and the Divine Lords remain. The Mystic Court has its own laws and order. How could a handful of rebels shake it?"
He paused, looking down at Shen Qingxi, and laughed playfully. "But have you ever considered, Hall Master Shen, that you and I are alike-both utterly loyal servants of His Majesty and the Mystic Court?"
Shen Qingxi's pupils contracted sharply. "What did you say?!" [All Beings Aspect]
In the next instant, Fate poured away like a river cascading a thousand miles.
"You... you..." He felt his