As the voice faded, an old man quickly appeared.
This man had a full head of white hair, an Elder Cang face, an extremely gloomy expression, and eyes filled with darkness.
He was another protector of the Mo Gaishi, named Mo Wufang, with the Seventh-Level Half-Emperor.
At this moment, Mo Wufang was filled with immense anger.
If he hadn't known that he was no match for Ye Xuan's mysterious protector, he probably would have already made a move.
In the void.
Mo Gaishi knelt there, his eyes filled with resentment and venom, wishing he could kill Ye Xuan immediately to vent his anger.
That damn bastard, how dare he humiliate him like that, it's absolutely outrageous!
He Mo Gaishi, born with an aura of glory, always surrounded by admirers and held in high esteem wherever he went. When had he ever been so humiliated?
The surrounding cultivators, witnessing this scene, were equally terrified and trembling with fear.
They couldn't help but gasp, and no one dared to utter a word.
All eyes were focused on the figure in white; he was the center of attention.
Ye Xuan remained completely unmoved by the gazes of the powerful figures and the threats posed by Mo Wufang.
He said calmly, "Consequences? What consequences?"
As the words fell, the divine sword slipped from his hand.
With a soft thud, Mo Gaishi's left arm was severed, instantly pulverized by the Sword Qi energy, and blood splattered everywhere.
Mo Gaishi let out a muffled groan, but quickly suppressed it.
He stared intently at Ye Xuan, like a raging beast.
Mo Wufang's old face twitched, his anger growing even stronger.
Ye Xuan, without hesitation, severed the young master's arm and even shredded it.
This trauma is undoubtedly immense.
Even if Mo Gaishi were to miraculously survive and regenerate his left arm, without sufficient rare and precious materials and time, it would be impossible for him to fully recover.
The surrounding cultivators couldn't help but feel their hearts tremble violently, as if they were about to stop beating.
Some people even had cold sweat on their foreheads.
ruthless!
This Ye Xuan from the Eastern Wasteland is truly ruthless.
They have absolutely no scruples.
Ye Xuan ignored all that and simply looked calmly at Mo Wufang.
"So what if he's the young master of the Devil Moon Immortal Sect? What does it have to do with me? As the saying goes, the victor is king and the loser is an outlaw. Since he's lost, his life and death are naturally in my hands. What, you have a problem with that?"
Ye Xuan's voice was calm, and as the words fell, he slashed with the Seven Star Dragon Abyss Sword in his hand once more.
With another soft "plop, "Mo Gaishi's right arm was severed and shattered.
Both arms are completely useless!
"Kill me, just kill me!"
The Mo Gaishi filled with unspeakable rage, his voice hoarse and strained.
Mo Wufang's voice trembled, and his aura exploded, but he held back again and again, not daring to move.
He gritted his teeth and said, " Ye Xuan, leave yourself some way out so you can meet again in the future. Do you really want to push things to the extreme?"
Ye Xuan sneered, "Leave a way out for yourself? When he sent Mo Tianyi to kill me, did he ever think about leaving a way out for himself? Where were you then?"
"As the saying goes, 'Do not do to others what you would not have them do to you.' If you can do the first day of the lunar month, why can't I, Ye Xuan, do the fifteenth?"
"Stop acting like a weakling and trying to gain sympathy. If I didn't have powerful protectors, I'd probably be killed by you guys by now, right?"
"Besides, how many people did you kill? How many innocent people did you slaughter? Did you ever consider leaving any room for maneuver in your actions?"
Ye Xuan spoke each word slowly and deliberately, each word a gem in his heart.
As the sound faded, another sword strike followed.
Pfft!
Mo Gaishi's left leg was severed.
The void fell silent once more.
Mo Wufang was filled with rage, but remained speechless.
Ye Xuan wasn't in a hurry to kill Mo Gaishi; he was simply trying to humiliate Mo Gaishi.
During this period of time, those so-called prodigies and so-called top experts on the Divine Ranking have repeatedly caused him trouble.
That was bad enough, but those people's protectors were even more shameless, frequently taking action.
Isn't this just taking advantage of Ye Xuan's lack of connections?
Therefore, Ye Xuan also needed to establish his authority.
He wanted others to know that he wasn't someone to be trifled with.
If you dare to disregard the rules, if you dare to bully the weak, then don't blame me, Ye Xuan, for being ruthless.
"Old dog, if you don't want to die, get back to your Devil Moon Immortal Sect right now."
"Listen carefully, my name is Ye Xuan, and I come from the Eastern Wasteland."
"Whatever hatred or trouble you have, come at me, Holy Son."
"If your Devil Moon Immortal Sect dares to run Eastern Wasteland Wilderness, then don't blame this Holy Son for attacking your Devil Moon Immortal Sect."
"If you don't believe me, then try it."
When Ye Xuan said this, his voice suddenly turned cold.
A powerful, chilling aura suddenly erupted, sending shivers down one's spine.
He wasn't afraid of the Devil Moon Immortal Sect causing him trouble, but he was afraid of those shameless people going to the Ancient Desolate Holy Land.
Although such things rarely happen, they do occur.
Therefore, it's natural to lay out the unpleasant truths upfront.
As for Mo Gaishi, he never intended to let him go.
Just kidding, we've already offended them to this extent.
Even if he lets Mo Gaishi go, will Mo Gaishi not retaliate?
Since we've already offended them to the death, why hold back?
Releasing a tiger back to the mountain, showing mercy and compassion—that's not in Ye Xuan's character.
Sensing the killing intent emanating from Ye Xuan, both Mo Gaishi and Mo Wufang were slightly shaken.
A sense of fear stirred within Mo Gaishi.
He could already sense Ye Xuan's killing intent; Ye Xuan would definitely not let him go.
Sure enough, just as Mo Gaishi thought of this, a sword light flashed and headed straight for his head.