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Chapter 192 - Chapter 192: Today, I Will Turn This Celebration Into Your Funeral

Chapter 192: Today, I Will Turn This Celebration Into Your Funeral

Shen Mo glanced with interest at the rugged man standing before him.

This man dared to speak so brazenly to a Nascent Soul cultivator, and while Yao Yunluo could only show a look of anger without making a move, it was enough to indicate that this person was special.

Either his status was exceptional, or his strength was overwhelming.

Shen Mo was thoughtful.

For such a person to appear at a Nascent Soul celebration... could he be from one of the three major sects in Yuzhou?

Sensing Shen Mo's gaze, Lu Dongxuan also looked his way.

After a brief glance, Lu Dongxuan let out a surprised hum.

He could feel a faint sense of threat emanating from Shen Mo.

Could it be that his instincts had judged Shen Mo to possess such power?

Lu Dongxuan was becoming increasingly intrigued.

It seemed that attending this Nascent Soul celebration had been the right choice!

"Heh heh, this should be interesting."

Lu Dongxuan picked up a jug of good wine and began guzzling it.

Yao Yunluo took a deep breath and looked at Shen Mo. "Brat, do you even know who stands before you?"

Shen Mo chuckled. "I know exactly what you want me to say."

"But let me tell you this—you haven't arrived at the Shangqing Sect yet; you're not yet a Nascent Soul elder of Shangqing Sect."

"As of now, you're still just the old sect master of the Divine Sword Sect."

"Don't think too highly of yourself!"

The entire venue fell silent after those words.

A Golden Core cultivator daring to speak to a Nascent Soul cultivator like this...

Usually, that meant they didn't plan on living much longer.

Yao Yunluo was so enraged he laughed. "Well, well, well! I've been in seclusion for nearly a century, and yet, here I am encountering such an arrogant junior."

"No respect for your elders! No regard for your predecessors!"

"Chaotian, if someone like this were a disciple of the Divine Sword Sect, how would he be dealt with?"

Luo Chaotian stood immediately. "Public execution!"

With those words, the celebration's atmosphere dropped to a freezing point.

Mo Hanshan, Liu Menghu, and others wore expressions of sorrow.

Mo Yuheng could barely bring herself to look at Shen Mo.

The next moment, Yao Yunluo flicked his finger, sending out a fierce thread of spiritual energy.

After releasing this strand of energy, he turned his back, hands behind him, not bothering to watch further.

The thread of spiritual energy swiftly coalesced into a flying sword mid-air, aimed directly at Shen Mo's neck!

Its speed was so swift that no Golden Core cultivator could react.

Even those at the peak of the Golden Core stage would be helpless.

Against such an attack, any cultivator below the Nascent Soul stage was as slow as a tortoise.

It was expected that only Su Changqing and Lu Dongxuan could intercept this strike.

However, seated above, Su Changqing remained motionless, indifferent towards someone on the brink of death.

Since Shen Mo had crossed Yao Yunluo, he deserved to die—there was nothing more to say.

Lu Dongxuan also refrained from intervening, watching Shen Mo intently with his bowl of wine.

Only when the lethal flying sword was about to strike did Murong Yue barely react.

Her pupils shrank as she instinctively tried to pull Shen Mo behind her.

Yet, she found that Shen Mo's body was as immovable as a mountain, too heavy for her to budge.

"Shen..."

Murong Yue's beautiful eyes widened as she managed to utter one word.

The next instant, the sword-shaped spiritual energy struck Shen Mo's neck.

Clang!

A metallic clang echoed out.

Two lush, towering evergreen trees stood tall.

They effortlessly blocked the attack.

After all, this was merely a casual flick of spiritual energy from Yao Yunluo, at most only a tenth of his full power.

After the strike, the massive trees remained towering and undisturbed, with Shen Mo unharmed.

A smile tugged at his lips, his expression mocking.

Luo Chaotian, Ouyang Cang, Yang Tianxing, and others, seeing this scene, first looked utterly stunned, followed by a deep-seated fear that rose from within.

They weren't fools.

They naturally understood what had just happened.

A Golden Core cultivator—even one at the peak—could never have withstood that blow.

Yet Shen Mo could withstand it.

That left only one possible answer.

He, too, was at the Nascent Soul stage!

A spark of astonishment ignited in Lu Dongxuan's eyes, his grin stretching nearly to his ears.

Just as he'd guessed!

Su Changqing sensed the change in the atmosphere, looking over with a frown, his expression subtly shifting.

Mo Hanshan, Mo Yuheng, Liu Menghu, and others felt as if they had countless words to express, yet something seemed to lodge in their throats.

In the end, they could only produce strained, meaningless gasps.

Everyone who had witnessed this scene was left speechless, stunned to the core.

Yao Yunluo, with his hands still behind him, stood with his back to the crowd.

The metallic clang echoed, and his expression immediately changed as he turned around.

There, he saw Shen Mo unscathed, with two towering, lush evergreen trees standing firmly behind him!

"You're… a Nascent Soul cultivator!"

Yao Yunluo's eyes widened in disbelief.

His words struck the crowd like a boulder thrown into a lake, causing waves of shock to ripple through the hall.

"Shen Mo is actually at the Nascent Soul stage?"

"The recent phenomenon in the Qingcang Mountains… could he be the reclusive senior that Divine Sword Sect and Qingxuan Sect invited?!"

"Heavens, he's so young and already in the Nascent Soul stage?"

The cultivators were unable to hide their shock, and the hall erupted in astonished murmurs.

This grand celebration had suddenly become chaotic with noise.

"Shen…"

Murong Yue clasped Shen Mo's hand tightly, unable to believe her eyes or ears.

She needed to hear it from Shen Mo himself.

"Master, I am indeed the reclusive senior that all the cultivators of Xuanjiang Prefecture were searching for. I am a Nascent Soul cultivator!"

Shen Mo met her gaze and replied with a gentle smile.

Tears welled up in Murong Yue's eyes.

"Yao Yunluo, today, I will turn this celebration into your funeral!"

With resolute strides, Shen Mo approached the main seat, his voice steady, each word laced with intensity as his expression transformed from warmth to sharpness.

Murong Yue, Wei Xiongtie, Mo Hanshan, Mo Yuheng, Yang Tianxing… countless others had his figure etched deeply in their minds at that moment.

This young, towering figure was forever imprinted in their memories.

Yao Yunluo took a deep breath, then burst into laughter. "Good! Good! Good!"

With each "good," his tone grew heavier, and his fury intensified.

"A mere brat dared to deceive me, forcing my Divine Sword Sect to search in vain for days!"

"You think that just because you've entered the Nascent Soul stage, you can stand against me?"

"Delusional!"

"You said you'd turn this celebration into my funeral?"

"No, it's your funeral!"

"You arrogant, impulsive youth, you have no future. You've only just entered the Nascent Soul stage and already face imminent death!"

"I will grind your bones to dust and extinguish your nascent soul right here!"

Yao Yunluo's powerful voice reverberated throughout Divine Sword City.

In an instant.

Dark clouds gathered, the sun vanished, fierce winds howled, and the foreboding signs of a thunderstorm appeared!

The wrath of a Nascent Soul cultivator was enough to summon storm clouds and shake the heavens!

"Golden Light Flying Sword!"

Yao Yunluo raised his hand, forming it into a sword, and unleashed a powerful strike.

With this sword, he channeled the golden spiritual energy of heaven and earth.

In a mere few breaths, it condensed into a massive flying sword, fifty feet long.

It far exceeded the limits of any Golden Core cultivator's power.

The sword pressed down from above, seeming as if it would slice through both heaven and earth.

All the cultivators present were gripped by terror, feeling as if each one of them was the sword's target.

"Strike!"

Yao Yunluo's gaze was as cold as ice as he brought the sword down.

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