The Choice: Mo Ying's Death

Before long, Shen Tian had several wounds on his body, and black blood was flowing out more and more.

His face grew paler and paler.

"The Shen Tian Clan Chief is dying!"

"The Shadow Race's Stealth Technique are too powerful! They're practically impossible to defend against!"

"This is it! If Mo Ying wins, he'll definitely surrender to the Holy Domain!"

"Yes! Mo Ying has been secretly colluding with the Holy Domain. If he becomes the ruler of the Southern Region, we're all finished!"

"..."

The onlookers were all discussing amongst themselves, their faces showing worry.

The chieftains of the Stone Race and the Feather Race were extremely anxious, wanting to step forward to help, but they were unable to do so due to the rules of the duel.

Li Yunjing stood aside, watching the battle calmly.

He could tell that Mo Ying's strength was indeed comparable to Shen Tian's.

However, Mo Ying has a wealth of combat experience and is very adept at utilizing his advantages.

Although Shen Tian is powerful, his overly upright personality makes him ill-suited to dealing with such treacherous fighting styles.

If this continues, Shen Tian will undoubtedly be defeated.

Sure enough, at that moment, Mo Ying launched a fatal attack.

"Shadow Certain Kill!"

Countless black figures emerged simultaneously from the shadows of the plaza, wielding daggers and aiming for Shen Tian's vital points.

These figures are all clones formed by Mo Ying using the power of shadow.

Each clone possesses strength comparable to the original body.

"Not good!"

Shen Tian's expression changed drastically, and he quickly circulated all his spiritual power to form a golden shield in front of him.

Puff puff puff puff...

Countless daggers simultaneously pierced the golden shield.

The golden shield shook violently, then shattered instantly.

A black figure passed through the shattered shield and appeared before Shen Tian.

That is the true form of Mo Ying!

"Shen Tian, prepare to die!"

Mo Ying grinned maliciously, and plunged the dagger in his hand fiercely toward Shen Tian's heart.

Shen Tian had no way to avoid it and could only watch helplessly as the dagger pierced his heart.

A look of despair appeared in his eyes.

At this critical moment, a golden Sword Qi shot out from the side like lightning.

"When!"

The Sword Qi energy struck the dagger in Mo Ying's hand with pinpoint accuracy.

The dagger was knocked away and stuck in the ground some distance away.

Mo Ying's attack was interrupted.

Everyone was stunned.

They looked in the direction from which the Sword Qi had come.

Li Yunjing walked over slowly and stood calmly between Shen Tian and Mo Ying.

"Senior Li Yunjing!" Shen Tian exclaimed excitedly, his eyes filled with gratitude.

Mo Ying's face instantly turned extremely gloomy.

He stared intently at Li Yunjing, gritting his teeth as he said, "Li Yunjing! This is a duel between me and Shen Tian, what right do you have to interfere?!"

Li Yunjing said calmly, "I'm not here to interfere in your duel; I just can't stand your underhanded methods."

"Insidious?" Mo Ying sneered, "Battle is about using any means necessary to win. Li Yunjing, I advise you not to meddle in other people's business, or I'll kill you too!"

"Oh? You want to kill me?" Li Yunjing's lips curled into a faint smile. "You think you can?"

"That's right!" Mo Ying roared, "Don't think that just because you killed the Old Man Wandu, you can do whatever you want in the Southern Region! I, Mo Ying, am not afraid of you! Today, I'll show you the power of our Shadow Race!"

After speaking, Mo Ying's figure flickered and disappeared back into the shadows.

"Here we go again," Li Yunjing said calmly.

He closed his eyes and fully activated his Divine Sense.

After breaking through to the Dao Union Middle Stage Realm, Li Yunjing's Divine Sense had become incredibly powerful.

Even a cultivator who Dao Union Perfection Realm cannot hide their presence from his Divine Sense.

Not to mention a mere Mo Ying at the Late Dao Union.

"There."

Li Yunjing suddenly opened his eyes and waved his right hand.

The Nine True Magnetic Light Sword appeared in his hand.

"Taiyi Sword Instruction, Third Form: Ten Thousand Swords Return to the Sect!"

Countless golden Sword Qi shot out from the Nine True Magnetic Light Sword, raining down on a shadowy area on the left side of the plaza.

"Ah!"

A scream came from the shadows.

The figure in the Mo Ying tumbled out of the shadows.

His body was riddled with golden Sword Qi, and blood was flowing freely.

"Impossible! This is impossible! How could you have found my trail?!" Mo Ying stared at Li Yunjing in disbelief, his face filled with shock and fear.

The Shadow Race's Stealth Technique is Innate Divine Ability of their race, and no one has ever been able to detect their tracks so easily.

This Divine Ability is also their biggest Mo Ying card, the Dark Shadow Sect's.

Now that his biggest trump card has been so easily exposed, how could Mo Ying not be terrified?

Li Yunjing did not answer his question, but slowly raised the Nine True Magnetic Light Sword.

"Mo Ying, you colluded with the Holy Domain, betrayed your own kind, and even tried to usurp the rule of the Southern Region. A guy like you is a menace if you're kept around."

Li Yunjing's voice was icy and chilling.

"No! Don't kill me! I was wrong! I'll never do it again!" Mo Ying was terrified and immediately knelt down, begging for mercy. "Senior Li Yunjing, please spare me! I'm willing to submit to you! I'm willing to lead the Shadow Race to serve you faithfully!"

"It's too late."

Li Yunjing said calmly, and then suddenly swung down the Nine True Magnetic Light Sword in his hand.

A sharp Sword Qi instantly severed Mo Ying's head.

Mo Ying's head rolled to the ground, his eyes wide open, his face still showing fear and resentment.

Mo Ying, Late Dao Union, thus perished.

The entire square was silent.

Everyone stared at Li Yunjing in disbelief, their faces filled with shock and awe.

One move! Just one move!

He killed Mo Ying, whose strength was comparable to that of Shen Tian!

Moreover, this was all while Mo Ying was using Stealth Technique!

What kind of strength is this?!

That's terrifying!

Li Yunjing slowly sheathed the Nine True Magnetic Light Sword, his gaze sweeping over the crowd in the square.

Everyone was stunned by Li Yunjing's gaze, and they all lowered their heads, not daring to meet his eyes.

Even the tribal leaders who had originally advocated surrender and neutrality were trembling with fear and dared not voice any further objections.

Li Yunjing spoke slowly, his voice not loud, but clearly reaching everyone's ears.

"Everyone, I know many of you are afraid of the Holy Domain and the three Dao Lords. I won't force you to."

"However, I must tell you that the three Dao Lords are not invincible; they also have weaknesses and can be killed."

"Follow me, and you will not only preserve your race, but also gain unimaginable benefits. Your cultivation will improve rapidly, and your race will achieve a higher status in the Primordial Beginning Dao Realm."

"If you choose to surrender to the Holy Domain, then only death awaits you. The three Dao Lords will not spare any descendant of innate beings; they will drain your blood and take everything from you."

"Now, I'm giving you one last chance to choose: those who are willing to follow me and the God Race to fight against the Holy Domain, stay; those who are not, you can leave now."

However, I must make this clear beforehand: those who leave today should not return. If I discover anyone secretly colluding with the Holy Domain, then Mo Ying's fate will serve as their example!

Li Yunjing's voice was resounding and echoed in the square for a long time.