Storming the Imperial Palace

Chen Mo shuddered and obediently said, "Okay, Brother, I'll listen to you."

Chen Mo nodded this time.

Then he gave Dugu Yan and the others instructions.

"It'll be extremely dangerous here soon. Hurry and leave Heaven Dou City, and have your friends and family leave as soon as possible too..."

Xiao Wu said, "Meanie, what about me?"

Seeing that Chen Mo had made no arrangements for her, Xiao Wu couldn't help asking.

Chen Mo thought for a moment. "You? Go back to my cultivation grounds and keep my parents safe."

Xiao Wu shook her head. "No, I'm going with you. They're my godfather and godmother too. I have a part in this, and I want to go with you."

Chen Mo nodded. "Then come with us."

Dugu Yan naturally wanted to go too. "Brother Chen, I want to help too. Can you let me come with you?"

Chen Mo said, "This is a matter for my family. You don't need to come, and it will have far-reaching implications. It won't be good for you or your family."

With that, Chen Mo took his younger sister Chen Mo, Xiao Wu, and Lin Yaodong away aboard the Cloud-Piercing Shuttle.

Dugu Yan was dejected, but not surprised. Chen Mo had always been like this, keeping his distance from her. Whenever she deliberately tried to get closer, he would choose to draw away.

Seeing her friend like this, Ye Lingling asked curiously, "Yanyan, he's the one you can't stop thinking about, isn't he?"

Dugu Yan's eyes dimmed. "It was all just wishful thinking on my part. He doesn't think I'm good enough for him at all."

Ye Lingling wanted to comfort Dugu Yan further, but Dugu Yan suddenly thought of something.

She said, "Brother Chen Mo just told us to leave Heaven Dou City, right?"

Ye Lingling was a little puzzled. She had found Chen Mo's words a little strange, but hadn't given them much thought.

Ye Lingling said, "That's right. Heaven Dou City is so big that even if something happened, surely it wouldn't reach us here? Even a Titled Douluo couldn't do that, could they?"

Dugu Yan's eyes grew grave. "No, we have to leave Heaven Dou City as soon as possible. We need to hurry and tell Yu Tianheng and the others, or else..."

Just as Dugu Yan and Ye Lingling were telling their friends to leave Heaven Dou City, Chen Mo and his three companions arrived at the gates of the Heaven Dou Imperial Palace.

A palace guard said, "This is the Heaven Dou Imperial Palace. Unauthorized persons, leave at once, or we have the right to apprehend you..."

Of the four, Chen Mo's sister and Xiao Wu looked somewhat nervous and afraid. After all, they were still young, and they were about to face thousands upon thousands of troops.

In fact, Chen Mo had an easier way to resolve this, but he had chosen the harder, more laborious path. With his current strength, he could easily take anyone's life if he launched a sneak attack.

But that wouldn't be shocking or grand enough. Chen Mo feared it wouldn't be enough to overawe the world, and that what had happened to his parents might happen again in the future. So he chose to kill his way in through the palace gates.

Before the eyes of the world, amid thousands upon thousands of troops, he would kill the emperor of the Heaven Dou Empire and warn everyone: Don't provoke me, or I will kill you.

No matter who you were, where you were, how exalted your status, or how great your strength, you couldn't escape death.

So, in response to the guard's warning, Chen Mo sent out the Yin-Yang Mother-and-Child Circular Blades.

Pfft!

As the guard's head fell, it seemed to serve as a signal. Everyone sprang into action.

One guard shouted, "How dare you!"

"Kill anyone who trespasses in the imperial palace without mercy..."

Lin Yaodong and Xiao Wu charged out first, fighting the palace guards to the death, while Chen Mo and his sister followed behind, directing magical artifacts and spiritual artifacts to reap lives.

In the two years since they had last met, Chen Mo's sister had reached the eleventh layer of Qi Refining, putting her strength somewhere between a Soul Saint and a Soul Douluo.

She wielded two high-grade magical artifacts with impressive skill. The Cold Jade Sword danced and darted through the air, constantly slicing across the guards' throats and harvesting their lives.

The Golden Turtle Shield moved constantly in front of her, shifting its angle to ward off any attacks that might come.

Chen Mo had taught her this: an Immortal Cultivator's first priority was to protect herself. Commit three parts to attacking the enemy and keep seven in reserve.

Fight if you could win; run if you couldn't. Your own safety always came first.

It seemed she hadn't been slacking off during this time. Seeing how steadily she fought, Chen Mo nodded inwardly. Not bad, very good.

As for Xiao Wu, Chen Mo could sense that nearly three-tenths of the Soul Power in her body had now been converted into Moonlight Power.

Even Chen Mo was somewhat wary of the presence she released while fighting. In terms of strength, she wasn't much weaker than an ordinary Titled Douluo.

However, she was too kind, too merciful in battle.

She fought to knock her opponents down rather than kill them. In that respect, both Lin Yaodong and Chen Mo's sister were far more decisive than she was.

Since they were enemies, she should give them a dignified send-off. This wasn't a spar between Soul Masters, but slaughter on a battlefield. Fewer people had died directly by her hand than by Lin Yaodong's.

The four soon dealt with the enemies at the gate. After they entered the palace, there were even more enemies, and guards and soldiers kept arriving in an endless stream.

Chen Mo wasn't surprised, nor was he in a hurry to leave. He simply advanced at the pace of an ordinary person walking.

With every step forward, several, or even dozens, of guards died.

This was what Chen Mo had planned from the start: to show the world with absolute strength that whoever he wanted dead had to die, and no one could save them.

Of the four, Lin Yaodong opened the way at the front, Chen Mo and his sister reaped lives and provided cover in the middle, and Xiao Wu brought up the rear.

The four advanced steadily as guards kept dying. Blood had long since covered the path before them.

Among them were Soul Saints and even stronger experts who summoned their Martial Soul Avatars, but the moment they appeared, Chen Mo's Yin-Yang Mother-and-Child Circular Blades cut off their heads.

"I am a level seventy-four Battle Soul Saint, Wang..."

His head fell. Next.

"Dian Aman is here! Who dares trespass in the imperial palace? Let me see who dares run wild before a level eighty-one Soul Douluo like me..."

The moment he finished speaking, a curved blade appeared in front of his neck.

He smiled contemptuously and raised the pair of halberds in his hands to knock the blade aside. To his surprise, his halberds passed straight through it.

His eyes widened in alarm, and a terrible feeling seized him. But just as the thought arose, he suddenly felt the ground drawing closer and closer. He saw a familiar headless figure standing there on the ground.

Only then did he realize it was his own body. Am I already dead?

What a pathetic way to go. Then he sank into darkness...

Soon, another group of archers arrived. Under their commander's orders, they aimed their bows at the four people before them.

The commander was just about to say, "Loose!"

His vision went dark, and he couldn't say another word.

The archers tried to draw and shoot, but the Yin-Yang Mother-and-Child Circular Blades flashed into their midst. Before they could loose their arrows, their bowstrings had been severed and their heads had fallen.

Although Chen Mo didn't strike often, every move he made was critical. His divine sense also kept watch on every movement in the area.

Whenever a Soul Saint or Soul Douluo appeared, Chen Mo killed them at once. He did the same with archers and other threats to the group...