To Die Beneath This Firewood Cleaver Is Your Honor

"Boy, I'd like to see if your bones are as hard as your mouth!"

Mo Li roared, and his aura exploded forth, along with a surge of demonic energy.

The onlookers' expressions changed slightly upon seeing the demonic aura emanating from him.

"As expected of a descendant of the Demonic Sha Saber, this demonic aura is practically that of a Little Devil."

"I don't know what the Dao-Seeking Academy was thinking, actually letting a demonic blade take charge of the former Heavenly Saber Manor. In my opinion, the Heavenly Saber Sect should be renamed Demonic Blade Manor from now on."

"..."

As everyone was discussing amongst themselves, Mo Wuxin said to Mo Yu, "Old man, let's begin."

Mo Yu laughed and said, "I'm afraid I'll damage my Heavenly Saber Manor if we fight here. How about we fight in the air?"

"I'll grant your wish!"

Mo Wuxin's tone was extremely cold, and he looked at the other person as if he were looking at a corpse.

The two flew together into the sky, and many onlookers followed suit, eager to witness the duel between these two powerful figures.

At the gate of the Heavenly Saber Manor, Wang Baole acted as if he hadn't seen the terrifying pressure emanating from Mo Li Xian He. He lightly leaped off the crane and landed at the gate, where he assumed a horse stance.

Upon seeing this, Mo Li's expression instantly twisted in pain.

"Boy, you're about to die, why don't you draw your blade and take my Earth Sha Slash!"

With that, he raised the knife high above his head and slashed it down in the direction Wang Baole was.

That strike was incredibly powerful; the blade's energy, stretching for tens of meters, was mixed with a terrifying demonic aura.

Seeing this, Wang Baole still showed no intention of drawing his sword, but simply swung it around as if he were cooking normally.

Just as the knife was about to fall on his head, he pushed his hand and easily blocked it.

Wang Baole grasped the sword energy with one hand and said calmly, "Having mastered Saber Intent, is this all you've got?"

As soon as he finished speaking, he lightly parried away the blade's energy with a flick of his wrist.

hiss...

The onlookers gasped in shock at what they saw.

The power of that strike was so great that even a cultivator at the Spirit Nurturing Realm wouldn't be able to block it so easily, let alone neutralize it with their bare hands.

Of course, the most surprised person in the entire audience was Mo Li. He originally thought that by learning the Demonic Sha Saber, he would be able to easily defeat the chosen one of the Dao-Seeking Academy.

He lost before his opponent even made a move, which he found hard to accept.

"You're done, it's my turn now."

Wang Baole's voice was exceptionally clear in the otherwise silent Heavenly Saber Manor.

Everyone instinctively looked at him, only to see him push the ball.

A Taiji diagram appeared instantly. The move seemed incredibly slow, but once it was unleashed, it Heaven Piercer.

"The Fist Intent is complete!"

Among the crowd were many knowledgeable people who, upon seeing the double image of the Taiji symbol, instinctively exclaimed in surprise.

Mo Li saw the Taiji diagram flying towards him and instinctively swung his sword in a slash.

Rumble!

The Taiji diagram easily shattered Mo Li's sword energy and pierced through his body.

puff...

Mo Li spat out a mouthful of blood and barely managed to stand up by supporting his body.

You lost! I'll give you one chance to kill yourself.

Wang Baole's tone remained calm, as if all of this was within his expectations.

"No, I didn't lose. You didn't use the Heavenly Saber Manor's swordsmanship at all. What qualifications do you have to be the young master of the Heavenly Saber Manor?"

As Mo Li spoke, he gathered his strength again, displaying an attitude that suggested he would rather die fighting than surrender.

Wang Baole laughed and said, "You make it sound like you just used the swordsmanship of the Heavenly Saber Manor. But since you want to see my swordsmanship, I'll grant your wish."

As soon as he finished speaking, a wood-chopping knife appeared in his hand.

It was an ordinary wood-chopping knife.

Its appearance in Wang Baole's hands caught everyone off guard.

Even someone like the Eighth Prince of the Great Yu, who had seen all sorts of grand occasions, couldn't help but cover his eyes when he saw a prodigy wielding a wood-chopping knife against an enemy.

"Hahaha..."

Mo Li couldn't help but burst into laughter when he saw the wood-chopping knife in Wang Baole's hand. "Did you learn the Wood-Chopping Saber Technique at the Dao-Seeking Academy? You actually dare to fight me with a wood-chopping knife!"

"This isn't an ordinary wood-chopping knife; it's a wood-chopping knife used only by a Half-Saint. To die by this knife is an honor for you."

Wang Baole casually waved the knife in his hand as he spoke.

Clang!

A flash of light appeared, Mo Li instinctively tried to swing his sword to block it, but found that his body was falling uncontrollably to the sides, leaving only his soul standing in place.

What a sharp knife!

Mo Li's soul dared not linger any longer and subconsciously fled into the manor.

Seeing this, Wang Baole showed no intention of making a second cut; he simply stood there and counted down.

"Three, two, one, annihilate!"

As soon as he finished speaking, everyone saw that the divine soul vanish into nothingness at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Silence. The entire room fell silent.

Everyone looked at Wang Baole as if he were a monster.

They didn't even see when Wang Baole made his second cut.

On the solitary peak, Xiao Chen looked at Wang Baole, who was the center of attention, and said with a smile, "Little Fatty Brother Fatty, this swordsmanship is truly divine. It looks like one strike, but it actually consists of dozens of strikes. Mo Li was able to die by this strike, so his life in this world wasn't in vain."

Mountain-Moving Marquis: "..."

Young master, is that even human language you're speaking?

Liu Yue'er, who was standing to the side, was already used to the strength of her fellow disciples from the Miscellaneous Dao Institute. She raised her head, looked at the sky, and said calmly:

"I wonder how long those two from the Mo Clan will fight?"

Xiao Chen looked up and saw that the battle was almost over. Both of them were fighting for their lives, without any probing or leaving themselves any way out.

He had barely finished speaking when a tremendous roar echoed through the sky.

Rumble!!!

The enormous roar caused the ground to shake for miles around.

The onlookers, still reeling from the shock Wang Baole had just caused, all looked up at the sky.

A figure was seen falling rapidly from the sky.

Before the figure even landed on the ground, the disciples of the Heavenly Saber Manor exclaimed in surprise.

"Master!"

"Grandmaster!"

Bang!

With a loud bang, a huge crater appeared inside the Heavenly Saber Manor.

Wang Baole looked into the giant pit and saw a battered old man lying inside.

At the same time, a figure landed beside Wang Baole.

"Grandfather."

Wang Baole saw his grandfather land and immediately bowed.

Mo Yu raised her hand to interrupt Wang Baole, then turned her gaze to the giant pit and said coldly, "Mo Wuxin, you've lost!"

These words silenced the surroundings once more, and all eyes turned to the giant pit, staring at the motionless Mo Wuxin...