Supreme Demon God

Seeing the woman's True Energy palm coming over, Yan Ran was shocked, and quickly tried to dodge, but her whole body had already been locked, hence, she couldn't move a bit in front of that True Energy palm.

"Bang!"

In the next instant, a figure rushed out of the room and appeared in front of Yan Ran in the blink of an eye. It was Mo Xiu who had come out of seclusion.

The target of the woman's True Energy palm was originally Yan Ran, but because Mo Xiu suddenly appeared, she caught him all at once.

"Boom!"

An invisible wave of air spread from Mo Xiu's body, the huge palm formed by the strength of the True Energy burst instantly, blowing the dust in a frenzied manner.

On the opposite side, the two disciples of the Seraphic Sword Sect couldn't help being shocked as their eyes quickly fell on Mo Xiu. Although they had never seen Mo Xiu, they could easily guess the identity of Mo Xiu.

"Are you that Mo Xiu?"

As the woman said, she curled her lips, "Obviously, you are only a mundane person who can break through to the Spirit Vessel Realm. But it seems that you are not so easy to deal with. No wonder Chen Xiaoyang and the others were planted in your hands."

However, the man frowned, turned his head, and said to the woman beside him, "Junior sister, this guy is not like a man in the world. He's probably a disciple that a sect secretly recruited in the cultivation world."

The woman was stunned for a moment, and after a few thoughts, she nodded with approval.

With that, she said, "Let me ask you, which sect is behind you? Why do you want to intervene in Yan Kingdom's internal affairs without an authorization?"

Mo Xiu did not answer, but asked, "Who are you?"

The woman looked very arrogant, and said coldly, "Who do you think you are, what qualifications do you have to know our identity?"

"..."

Mo Xiu suddenly became speechless.

This was the first time he met a fellow who was even more arrogant than him.

In his previous life, he was the Everlasting Demon King. In this life, he still possessed countless methods. For him, all the immortal kings and demon kings were ants, and he was naturally arrogant in front of ants.

But who did these two Seraphic Sword Sect members think they were?

Was it a heaven-defying thing to be a disciple of the Seraphic Sword Sect? Did they think they were invincible with the Profound Spirit Realm cultivation base?

Before he could say anything, Yan Ran behind him said, "It should be your Seraphic Sword Sect who intervened in the affairs of Yan Kingdom without our authorization? My father is so good and didn't provoke your Seraphic Sword Sect, but why did you collude with Yan Wuji, kill my father, and seize his throne?"

Hearing that, the two Seraphic Sword Sect members looked at Yan Ran.

"In that case, you are Yan Ran, the daughter of Yan Wufeng?" the man asked.

Yan Wufeng, the name of the former emperor, was the father of Yan Ran, the imperial brother of Yan Wuji and Yan Wuhen.

Yan Wufeng should be called "the Late Emperor", but in the eyes of the Seraphic Sword Sect, the so-called Emperor of Yan Kingdom was not even a fart, so naturally, he didn't care about the title.

Yan Ran was not angry at this minor incident but just nodded.

The man chuckled, "You are really ignorant, it seems that Yan Wufeng hasn't told you anything."

"Huh?" Yan Ran frowned slightly.

The man continued, "Whether it is the Yan Kingdom or the surrounding countries, which one can't be established with the support of our Seraphic Sword Sect? Isn't it a matter of a word from our Seraphic Sword Sect if someone wants to be the emperor?"

Yan Ran naturally knew that the Yan Kingdom could only be established with the support of the Seraphic Sword Sect, but the ownership of the throne of the Yan Kingdom was actually a matter of a word from the people of the Seraphic Sword Sect? This somewhat subverted her cognition.

"Originally, our Seraphic Sword Sect was more optimistic about Yan Wuji, but because Yan Wuji had once visited the Seraphic Sword Sect, your grandfather was unwilling to be deeply involved with the Seraphic Sword Sect, so he passed the throne to Yan Wufeng without authorization. We are just helping Yan Wuji take back the throne that belongs to him."

The man said frankly, "Besides the affairs of Yan Kingdom, the ownership of Yan Kingdom's throne is originally the people of the Seraphic Sword Sect who have the final say. How can it be considered to interfere in the affairs of Yan Kingdom without an authorization?"

"..."

Yan Ran was speechless and didn't know how to respond for a while.

Mo Xiu was originally not very clear about the relationship between the Yan Kingdom imperial family and the Seraphic Sword Sect, but now that he heard what the man said, he roughly understood it.

It seemed that it was not that Yan Wuji colluded with the Seraphic Sword Sect to usurp the throne, but that the Seraphic Sword Sect was originally the patron of the Yan Kingdom imperial family, but the Seraphic Sword Sect did not support Yan Wufeng, but supported Yan Wuji, so Yan Wuji successfully usurped the throne with the help of this sect.

With the help of the Seraphic Sword Sect, it was no wonder that Yan Wuji conquered almost everyone and easily won the throne.

Poor Mo Family's former Patriarch Mo Zhuo, without knowing anything, brought many of the Mo Family's experts to Yan Capital to retaliate. No wonder he died in Yan Capital somehow.

The former patron of the Yan Kingdom imperial family was the Seraphic Sword Sect, but the patron of Yan Ran was Mo Xiu.

Therefore, after learning about the situation, Mo Xiu not only did not intend to stop, but snorted coldly, "The ownership of the throne of the Yan Kingdom was indeed the final decision of your Seraphic Sword Sect, but now... it is I, Mo Xiu, who has the final say."

"Oh, what a big tone!" the woman sneered. "I will ask you one last time, which sect is behind you? Why do you want to intervene in Yan's internal affairs? If you don't say it, don't blame us for being impolite to you!"

Mo Xiu snorted, "I want to see how you are not polite to me."

"Court death!"

As the woman yelled, she swung the sword and rushed towards Mo Xiu.

Mo Xiu had already seen through the opponent's cultivation base, as he had predicted before, she was a Profound Spirit Realm cultivator, but her cultivation was only in the Late-stage, far from the Great Perfection-stage.

If it were before, Mo Xiu was afraid that it would be really difficult to defeat the Late-stage of the Profound Spirit Realm cultivators.

But now, his cultivation base had broken through to the Early-stage of the Spiritual Vessel, and his combat power had increased more than ten times, and the Profound Yellow Battle Body had also broken through to the second level. In the case of a full explosion, it was equivalent to an increase in combat power by more than 20 times. Even the warriors in the Late-stage of Profound Spirit Realm were nothing in front of him.

Seeing the opponent slashed with a sword, he did not evade, he silently activated the Profound Yellow Battle Body, his strength instantly skyrocketed four times. His violent momentum rose up, making the woman who came rampant subconsciously startled.

Before the woman could react, Mo Xiu raised his hand and threw a punch.

In the full burst, his speed was so fast that he came to the woman in but one breath.

The woman only felt a sharp pain in the chest cavity before her body trembled violently. The sword in her hand slowly fell to the ground. She silently lowered her head to only find that there was a huge blood hole in her chest cavity. Her whole body was unexpectedly penetrated by Mo Xiu's punch.

"You…"

The woman swallowed, she couldn't believe it. She then turned her head to look at Mo Xiu, and saw that Mo Xiu put his hand back blankly.

"Thud!"

The woman was no longer able to support her body and slowly fell to the ground.

"Junior sister!"

The remaining man yelled and was also shocked to the extreme. He never thought that Mo Xiu's seemingly pitiful cultivation base was so terrifying that he could punch a hole into a Profound Spirit Realm expert with just one move.

He looked at Mo Xiu, shocked and furious, almost hysterically roaring, "Mo Xiu, you should die!"

"The person who should die is you."

As Mo Xiu said, he started his Empyrean Demon Body without delay, his body immediately disappeared, and in the blink of an eye, another huge golem that was more than thirty feet tall appeared.

The man was already astonished by the strength that Mo Xiu showed just now, and now, he was even more shocked to see this huge golem that appeared out of nowhere.

Although he didn't know what the one in front of him was, he knew that Mo Xiu must have made it out.

Although still feeling angry, he faintly realized that something was wrong, and quickly turned around and wanted to escape.

Naturally, Mo Xiu wouldn't let the other party complete his wish. With a thought, the giant palm of the golem swept out and grabbed the man with its hand.

The man panicked suddenly, but he was not ready to wait for death like Chen Xiaoyang and Yan Wuji before. The vast True Energy in his body burst out, and the blood in his body seemed to boil, he struggled frantically, thinking of a way to get free from the golem.

Unlike the woman just now, this man's cultivation had reached the Great Perfection-stage of the Profound Spirit Realm.

If it was Mo Xiu before the breakthrough, the opponent would be easily broken away just now, and after breaking free from him, he might not be able to maintain even the Empyrean Demon Body.

But now, Mo Xiu's strength had increased more than twenty times compared to before, and it was not a problem to control the golem and firmly hold the so-called powerhouse in front of him at all.

The man struggled frantically for a while and gradually felt hopeless.

In the end, he simply gave up the struggle, looked at Mo Xiu, and said coldly, "Mo Xiu, are you going to kill me?"

"So what?" Mo Xiu asked rhetorically.

"Then do you know who I am?"

The man asked and replied, "The disciples of the Seraphic Sword Sect who died in your hands before are just ordinary disciples. They have no status in the Seraphic Sword Sect. Even if you have already killed them, the sect will not take it seriously. But my Junior sister and I are both core disciples of the Seraphic Sword Sect. If you kill me, you are committing a heinous crime. The Seraphic Sword Sect will never let you go no matter what!"

"Heinous crime?" Mo Xiu didn't care, "Your junior sister has been killed by me, what are you going to do about it?"

"People can't come back from death. You were ignorant before. I can represent the sect and don't care about it," as the man said, the conversation turned. "The faults committed because of ignorance can be forgiven, but if you still insist to kill me even after knowing my identity, that is to know the mistakes and make mistakes again and again. We will kill you when the time comes. I don't believe you can even deal with the elder of our Seraphic Sword Sect."

Mo Xiu also didn't know what kind of cultivation level the Seraphic Sword Sect elder was, but the strength should be dozens or even hundreds of times stronger than the man in front of him, and he really couldn't deal with it easily at present.

Once the elder of the Seraphic Sword Sect came to the door, unless he disregarded his foundation and forcibly raised his cultivation base, no matter how many methods he had, it was estimated that he would not be able to kill the opponent.

However, even now, even if the man in front of him was let go, the people of the Seraphic Sword Sect probably still wouldn't let him go.

Moreover, because of the other party's background, they compromised with each other. This was not Mo Xiu's style, nor was it the style of Everlasting Demon King.

Those who dared to rush over to kill him, even if the other party's background was all over the sky, he, Mo Xiu, would still never show mercy!

The man didn't know Mo Xiu's thoughts, and continued, "You'd better think carefully, otherwise, not only will you and Yan Ran die, but the entire Yan Kingdom will be crushed too. Don't forget that the surrounding countries are also our Seraphic Sword Sect's underlings, and we can mobilize tens of thousands of troops anytime and anywhere. Don't let thousands of families being displaced because of your own personal interests."

"I don't need to think about it, you can go to death!"

Mo Xiu snorted coldly, and the big hand of the golem tightened without notice, and immediately a pool of blood also burst open.