Chapter 607: You Are Truly Unworthy to Use My Thing

As Ye Wushuang’s figure shot toward the Mo Family estate, many people in the Holy City saw him!

"Ye Wushuang is heading to the Mo Family’s!"

Some people, who seemed to be in the know, began to mutter amongst themselves before heading toward the Mo Family estate.

"What’s going on? Why is everyone heading to the Mo Family’s?"

Many others were confused and started asking around.

"You don’t know? Rumor has it that back in the Hundred Thousand Great Mountains, Ye Wushuang was killed. The Mo Family’s Celestial Pride, Mo Wentian, used that opportunity to steal his Holy Dao Soldier. Now that Ye Wushuang is alive, of course he’s going to get it back."

"It looks like Ye Wushuang is planning to stir up trouble for the Mo Family. But if he goes alone, he’s probably going to be at a disadvantage."

"That’s where you’re wrong. I heard the Zong Family’s destruction was his doing. Ji Xuanyuan is Ye Wushuang—a Demon Fiend and God of Slaughter with heaven-defying Combat Power. Who can possibly stop him? The Mo Family might be stronger than the Zong Family, but they probably won’t fare well either."

...

As the discussions continued, more and more people hurried toward the Mo Family estate.

At the main gate of the Mo Family estate, two guards stared blankly as the crowd gathered. One of them quickly rushed inside.

「Inside a room in the Mo Family estate.」

Within the room, a bloody light flickered. Streams of blood-red energy, like flowing water, coiled around the Ancient Battle Spear, constantly trying to bore into it.

However...

The Ancient Battle Spear trembled violently. A golden, murderous light erupted from it as the holy Inscriptions on its shaft flared, blocking the blood-red energy!

RUMBLE!

As if it had sensed something, the Ancient Battle Spear shuddered violently, seeming to reawaken. It erupted with a terrifying burst of light that blasted the blood-red energy apart.

PTOO!

Struck by the sudden blast of energy, Mo Wentian coughed up a mouthful of blood!

"Damn it! You’re nothing but a weapon! Without me, you’re just scrap metal! Why won’t you accept me as your master? Follow me, and I will bring you even greater glory!"

Mo Wentian roared. With a thrust of his hand, a massive, blood-red palm manifested and seized the Ancient Battle Spear!

But the Ancient Battle Spear trembled so violently it nearly broke free from his grasp!

"What’s going on?"

Mo Wentian’s brow furrowed. ’The Ancient Battle Spear is struggling so violently today!’

After suppressing the Ancient Battle Spear, Mo Wentian walked out of the room.

RUMBLE!

Just then, a figure in purple robes materialized high above the Mo Family estate, calmly surveying the scene below.

Sensing his presence, powerful eyes snapped open all across the Mo Family estate!

BOOM!

Instantly, the Mo Family estate erupted into activity. All Nirvana Powerhouses at the Soul Transformation First Layer or higher stepped into the void!

Mo Wentian looked up at the sky, and his pupils contracted instantly!

"Ye Wushuang!"

His heart hammered in his chest as he stared at the figure in the sky. He recognized him. ’Now I understand why the Ancient Battle Spear had been resisting so fiercely—it had sensed its master!’

"This is the Mo Family residence. Uninvolved parties, leave at once! Otherwise, don’t blame the Mo Family for what happens next."

Mo Canglan boomed, feigning ignorance of who Ye Wushuang was.

"I’d love to see just how the Mo Family plans to ’not be polite.’"

Ye Wushuang smiled leisurely, sizing up the people before him.

’The Mo Family has twelve Nirvana Powerhouses in total. Three of them are at the Soul Transformation Third Layer, and there’s another master hiding in the shadows at the Divine Silence Level First Layer.’

’This level of power is indeed leagues beyond the Zong Family.’

"I won’t beat around the bush today. I’ll give you one chance. Return what you stole from me and apologize. Do that, and we can call it even. Otherwise, I will annihilate your Mo Family and tear you apart, bone by bone!"

Ye Wushuang’s words were calm and exceedingly blunt.

The crowd’s eyes widened. ’Such arrogance! To point at a group of Mo Family powerhouses and threaten to annihilate them... only Ye Wushuang would dare to do such a thing.’

Hearing Ye Wushuang’s ultimatum, the twelve powerhouses’ expressions darkened, their eyes flashing with murderous intent!

One of the elders spoke coldly, "It’s one thing for a young man to be flushed with success, but being too arrogant can lead to an early grave. The Mo Family isn’t some weakling that can be destroyed just because you say so."

"I simply don’t believe the Mo Family is so incredible. You just have a few more Nirvana Powerhouses, that’s all. In my eyes, you’re nothing. Today, I’d like to see if I can’t annihilate your Mo Family after all!"

His expression perfectly serene, Ye Wushuang swept his gaze over the twelve.

"What shameless boasting!" Hearing Ye Wushuang’s arrogant declaration, one of the Mo Family elders turned livid with rage. ’A mere junior thinks he can destroy our Mo Family? How laughable!’

"I don’t care who you have backing you. You will not act so presumptuously on Mo Family territory," another elder snorted, stepping forward.

"In that case, you should all attack me at once. I don’t have time to waste exchanging pleasantries with you. I’m on a tight schedule."

Ye Wushuang stated with unhurried confidence as he, too, took a step forward, his aura flaring.

"So arrogant!" Outside the Mo Family estate, the onlooking crowd shuddered. ’To challenge twelve experts all by himself... that’s beyond confident. He’s gravely underestimating his opponents.’

These weren’t twelve ordinary people; they were mighty cultivators of the Nirvana Realm! How could they be taken down so easily?

"If no one comes to his aid, Ye Wushuang is definitely going to lose."

Many in the crowd speculated privately.

"Ye Wushuang is acting with reckless bravado. He’s already fulfilled His Majesty the Great Emperor’s requirement. Once he gets the Princess’s approval, he’ll become the Prince Consort of the Grand Emperor Country, perhaps even the Young Emperor. Dealing with the Mo Family then would be a simple matter. It’s a shame he’s so impatient."

Some onlookers sighed.

At once, a few of the Dragon List geniuses in the crowd retorted, "Not necessarily. Ye Wushuang annihilated the very foundation of the Beastman Empire. His power is beyond your imagination; it’s completely unfathomable."

RUMBLE!

While the crowd was still debating, Ye Wushuang took his step.

"Since you insist on being so arrogant, we’ll teach you a lesson today," Mo Canglan said coldly. He knew Ye Wushuang had come for the Holy Dao Soldier.

’But he would never hand it over. It was absolutely impossible!’

At the Patriarch’s command, the other eleven Nirvana Powerhouses surrounded Ye Wushuang. They drew their Half-Saint Soldiers, and a murderous aura roiled the heavens and the earth.

"You’ve had my property for so long, you must have had plenty of time to admire it. But it’s not yours, so admiring it is all you can do. Now, you can give it back to me."

Ye Wushuang ignored the powerhouses surrounding him and turned his attention to Mo Wentian down below.

He thrust out a hand, a powerful grip that seemed to tear the very fabric of space as it descended upon Mo Wentian.

Mo Wentian’s expression fell. He transformed into a bloody shadow and dodged with incredible speed.

But Ye Wushuang’s speed was beyond anything he could imagine; the massive hand was already descending upon his head.

"Kill!"

Instantly, Mo Wentian roared, snatching up the Ancient Battle Spear and thrusting it toward Ye Wushuang’s palm.

"Is that all the power you can muster? It seems you’re truly unworthy of using my property. You’re just insulting it."

Watching the Ancient Battle Spear fly toward him, Ye Wushuang shook his head, a mocking and disdainful smirk on his face. With a single large hand, he caught it.

’Humiliation washed over Mo Wentian. He was unworthy of using Ye Wushuang’s weapon?’

Sensing Ye Wushuang’s aura, the Ancient Battle Spear suddenly trembled. It shook free from Mo Wentian’s grasp and shot back to hover before Ye Wushuang.

RUMBLE!

The Ancient Battle Spear seemed to have been utterly unleashed. Its edge flared with a power that seemed intent on slaying the very heavens!

The aura it now exuded was a world apart from when it was in Mo Wentian’s hands!

The crowd below sensed it too—that invincible, sharp aura, now blossoming in Ye Wushuang’s grasp!

"The Ancient Battle Spear belongs to Ye Wushuang! It really is his, no doubt about it!"

Many people marveled at the difference. In Mo Wentian’s hands, it was like scrap metal, but in Ye Wushuang’s, it was a veritable Heaven-Slaying Divine Spear. The difference was like night and day!