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Mo Zu suddenly laughed, a mix of disdain and sarcasm in his voice. "Chen Moxuan, it seems that things have escalated beyond the point where mere combat can resolve them. But do you think this is the end? Hmph, hahahaha!"
His gaze fixed on Shao Lanyin and Chen Moxuan, a meaningful smile curling at the corners of his mouth. "Let it be. Today's game will be settled another day."
With that, Mo Zu's figure suddenly became blurry, enveloped by the swirling Evil Aura that seemed to writhe like a living creature. In an instant, a dense mass of Evil Aura shot into the sky, transforming into a bolt of black lightning that streaked across the heavens and vanished without a trace.
Only the Silverwing Roc and the Ten Elders of Wanxian Sect remained. The expression on Silverwing Roc's face fluctuated between gloom and uncertainty; the Yao Jing in his hand dimmed significantly, clearly indicating that his previous arrogance had been thoroughly suppressed.
The Ten Elders of Wanxian Sect, controlled by the Scarlet Curse, stood like puppets, vacant and lifeless. Chen Moxuan gazed in the direction Mo Zu had departed, a flicker of regret passing through his eyes. It was indeed difficult to capture such a legendary figure as Mo Zu.
However, Chen Moxuan quickly retracted his regretful gaze and turned to Silverwing Roc, a playful smile forming on his lips. "The old fools from Wanxian Sect are nothing but puppets; today, you are the only one truly unfortunate."
His words carried a hint of mockery as he made no immediate move to attack, casually standing atop Tiger Brother's back with an air of nonchalance. Meanwhile, Pixiu seemed to have developed a fondness for using the Treasure Basin.
Its eyes sparkled with excitement as it targeted the Yao Jing in Silverwing Roc's grasp and launched another assault.
"Gather gold and silver boundlessly; draw in treasures to display divine power!" Pixiu's incantation echoed once more, and with a flash of golden light, the Yao Jing transformed into gold before being sucked into the Treasure Basin in one fell swoop.
Silverwing Roc's face turned pale instantly as he watched his sacred artifact being taken away, an unprecedented fear surging within him. "You... you damned fool! Give me back my sacred artifact!" His voice trembled with desperation, completely stripped of its earlier bravado.
Chen Moxuan merely chuckled coldly in response.
Tiger Brother shot up into the sky like a streak of yellow lightning, its speed astonishing. Unbeknownst to anyone, it had silently appeared behind Silverwing Roc and suddenly stomped down, sending Silverwing Roc plummeting from the air.
The Silverwing Roc let out a mournful cry, its body plummeting like a kite with severed strings. However, Brother Tiger's assault did not cease; taking advantage of the Roc's fall, one or two of his claws plunged deep into the creature's back. Those sharp talons directly severed the connection between its wings and body, embedding themselves deeply into its flesh.
With a powerful thrust of its claws, Brother Tiger tore open the Roc's back, blood gushing forth and exposing its innards in a horrifying display. The cries of the Silverwing Roc grew increasingly anguished as it struggled to escape, but Brother Tiger's grip was like iron, holding it firmly in place.
In that moment, the Silverwing Roc finally comprehended true despair and fear; its previous arrogance and hubris were utterly shattered. Chen Moxuan coldly observed this scene, his eyes devoid of any emotion. For him, this was merely part of the battle—a task he had to fulfill. The Silverwing Roc was simply a defeated participant in this conflict.
At that instant, among the Ten Elders of the Wanxian Sect, one Puppet controlled by the Scarlet Curse seemed to receive some unknown message or command. Though they felt no fear, they attempted to escape amidst the chaos. Their bodies suddenly transformed into a mist of blood, as if they wished to blend into the surrounding air and flee from the battlefield.
Chen Moxuan's gaze sharpened instantly; he quickly retrieved a magical artifact from his robe. It was a small bell intricately engraved with complex runes that emitted a faint glow. The runes flashed with a blue light.
Then, holding Shen Deng in his left hand and gently shaking the bell in his right, a large pile of spirit stones from his Na Ring instantly turned to dust. Yet the bell produced a clear and melodious sound.
The ringing was enchanting, but it seemed to possess some kind of magical power that instantly immobilized the fleeing Puppet. The controlled being's form stiffened as if bound by invisible ropes, unable to move.
A cold smile crept across Chen Moxuan's lips as he slowly approached the Puppet. The beings transformed into Puppets struggled fiercely, attempting to break free from their control. Chen Moxuan acted decisively; Shen Deng in his left hand radiated a soft light that seemed capable of piercing through illusions, while his right hand continued to ring the bell, firmly binding the Puppet.
His gaze was icy and sharp as winter's blade, locking onto the Ten Elders of the Wanxian Sect who were under control.
"Hmph, you want to escape? Do you have the strength to do so?" Chen Moxuan's voice was deep and powerful, each word seeming to carry the weight of a thousand pounds.
He slowly raised his right hand, and the sound of the bell became urgent and sharp at that moment, as if it could pierce through a person's soul.
At the same time, his left hand, Shen Deng, suddenly shone brightly. A fierce beam of light shot out from the lamp, striking directly at the Puppet.
Wherever the light passed, the Scarlet Curse on the Puppet melted away like snow under a blazing sun, dissipating into wisps of black smoke.
In that instant, the Puppet's body seemed to lose all support, wilting down before ultimately transforming into a cloud of black smoke that vanished into the air.
Chen Moxuan put away Shen Deng and the bell, casting a cold glance over the battlefield as the anger in his eyes finally began to subside.
Though this battle had ended, the conspiracy behind it was just beginning.
Chen Moxuan hurried back to his master, Shao Lanyin, his eyes filled with concern as he asked, "Master, are you alright? Are you injured?"
Shao Lanyin shook her head slightly, her expression grave as she gazed into the distance. "I'm fine, but there may be an issue with Wanxian Sect in Xianyuan Shengzhou."
The Puppet incident was no coincidence. Previously, Jing Zong also faced problems; I suspect that the entire Xianyuan Shengzhou has been secretly controlled by enemies.
Upon hearing this, Chen Moxuan furrowed his brows tightly. He knew well that his master Shao Lanyin's words were not without foundation.
After pondering for a moment, he asked, "Master, who do you think has such power to secretly control both Wanxian Sect and Jing Zong? Could it be the Blood Emperor?"
Shao Lanyin sighed softly and replied, "That's a question I've been contemplating as well. It's likely close to the truth, but whoever it is, their intentions are certainly not simple. We must uncover the truth as soon as possible; otherwise, we will be the ones in trouble."
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