Seizing Destiny From Heavens Hands

Chapter 300: This Time Is Enough to Obliterate Them

Shen Mo flicked his fingers lightly.

Two streams of spiritual energy shot out, unbinding the ropes tied around Nangong Yun and Ouyang Wei.

These ropes were crafted with special threads unique to the demon clan.

When enough of them entangled a human, they could greatly suppress the spiritual energy within their body.

For this reason, Nangong Yun and Ouyang Wei had been unable to break free all along.

"Master, Elder Ouyang, take care of those Lion Demons. I'm going after that coward."

Shen Mo left those words behind and increased his pace, pursuing the fleeing Ninth Prince.

"Understood!"

Nangong Yun and Ouyang Wei looked overjoyed and immediately began untying the other cultivators.

Wei Xiongtie, Mo Hanshan, Elder Li, and disciples like Luo Shengnan, Zhao Ting, and Zhao Rou quickly freed themselves from their restraints.

Although the Lion Demons were individually powerful, their morale was now shattered. After being decimated by the fiery feathers, they had become a disorganized mob.

Dealing with them was no longer a challenge.

"The Young Sect Master wants to kill the Ninth Prince, but it might not be easy. Once we finish here, we'll hurry to support him," Ouyang Wei said gravely.

"Of course, I understand," Nangong Yun nodded repeatedly, sharing the same thought.

Two figures, the Ninth Prince and Shen Mo, darted swiftly through the dense forest.

Shen Mo's palm continuously unleashed flaming blade strikes.

Each strike burned swathes of trees to ash.

The Ninth Prince narrowly avoided the strikes multiple times.

One blade even skimmed over the top of his head.

Although it didn't harm him, it left him bald, his golden mane completely gone.

"Damn it! His spiritual energy seems endless. He's been using martial techniques without stopping—why doesn't he run out?"

The Ninth Prince gritted his teeth as he looked at the figure closing in behind him.

He had used the Soul-Destroying Blood Spear twice, and his blood energy was nearly depleted, leaving just enough for his escape.

Yet since encountering Shen Mo, the damned human had used martial techniques at least four times—each one consuming a vast amount of spiritual energy.

Why was this guy still brimming with energy as if nothing had happened?

"Damn it! Damn it! Damn it!"

"Is there no one coming to help me?"

"If this keeps up, he's going to catch me!"

The Ninth Prince was seething.

Never in his wildest dreams had he imagined such a humiliating scenario.

Not only had he failed to capture anyone, but his four Lion Demon Kings, dozens of captains, and over ten thousand soldiers had all perished!

Now, even his own life was in danger!

What a wretched fate!

Shen Mo frowned slightly.

Though the distance between him and the Ninth Prince was shrinking, this prolonged chase made it difficult to land a decisive blow.

Just then, a surge of blood energy and eerie ghostly qi erupted ahead.

The Ninth Prince's face lit up with joy.

Blood energy!

It was reinforcements!

And judging by the strength of the blood energy, it had to be the Dragonblood Guard!

Shen Mo also sensed the ghostly qi and froze momentarily.

That aura felt oddly familiar.

Could it be... Zhao Yaolu?!

"My reinforcements are here!"

"It's the Dragonblood Guard, sent by my royal father!"

"Shen Mo, if you dare pursue me further, you'll die a miserable death!"

The Ninth Prince burst into delighted laughter, even adding a note of threat to his tone.

Shen Mo remained silent and sped up instead.

Realizing something was amiss, the Ninth Prince didn't dare delay and sprinted toward the source of the battle ahead.

In the clearing ahead, trees lay toppled, rocks shattered, and dirt was churned up.

Two figures—one tall and one short, one clad in red and the other in black—clashed like bolts of lightning.

They collided, separated, and collided again.

There were no fancy techniques.

Only pure, overwhelming physical power.

After another fierce impact, the two separated and simultaneously looked toward the northern forest.

They had sensed the approach of the Ninth Prince and Shen Mo.

"Ghost Clan member, get out of my way. Don't interfere with my mission," the Dragonblood Guard said coldly, glaring at the short figure before him.

Standing opposite him was a diminutive, pitch-black figure, no more than four feet tall.

Her skin was completely black.

A pair of ghostly white pupils made her appearance even more unnerving.

Atop her head was a small, sharp horn, seemingly containing all her power.

"The Demon Emperor wiped out my entire clan, so it's only right for me to obstruct you."

"Not only will I obstruct you, but I'll also kill you!"

Zhao Yaolu bared her sharp fangs in a menacing grin.

"Dragonblood Guard! Save me! Quickly, save me!"

A desperate scream echoed through the forest.

The Ninth Prince stumbled out of the woods, disheveled and frantic.

Upon seeing the Dragonblood Guard, his face lit up with relief as though he'd seen his father. Tears of joy streamed down his face.

The Dragonblood Guard didn't hesitate for a moment. He abandoned his attack on Zhao Yaolu and rushed toward the Ninth Prince.

The Demon Emperor's order was to ensure the Ninth Prince returned safely.

And the Demon Emperor's command was the ultimate principle of his existence.

"Senior Sister, hold them for ten breaths!"

Shen Mo's voice came from above.

Zhao Yaolu raised an eyebrow and muttered, "Damn brat, you knew it was me all along."

"I can buy you ten breaths, but can you kill them?"

Shen Mo replied resolutely, "I can!"

Zhao Yaolu took several deep breaths, her small face turning serious. "Alright, Dragonblood Guard, huh? You think you're strong?"

"The true power of the Ghost Clan doesn't lie in physical strength but in curses!"

In the next moment, her hands moved rapidly, forming intricate seals.

Black sigils materialized in an instant, shooting toward the Dragonblood Guard and the Ninth Prince.

Before the two demons could react, the sigils had already appeared on their foreheads.

Zhao Yaolu clenched her fist and smashed it against her own forehead with force.

Bang!

She staggered backward, her head spinning, and her vision filled with stars.

At the same time, the Dragonblood Guard and the Ninth Prince clutched their heads as though struck by a massive force, flying backward.

They couldn't rise for a long time.

Their focus shattered, they could only watch helplessly.

Shen Mo was momentarily stunned.

He knew that each demon clan member, when their bloodline was fully awakened, could comprehend unique bloodline techniques hidden deep within.

These techniques were akin to the Nascent Soul techniques cultivated by human cultivators but varied in form and timing.

Some demons comprehended them at birth.

Others never did, even in death.

But he hadn't expected the Ghost Clan's bloodline technique to be so peculiar—hurting oneself to hurt the enemy!

"This much time is enough!"

Shen Mo exhaled deeply.

Two flames abruptly ignited in his palms.

In his left hand, a golden solar flame burned brightly.

In his right hand, the red lotus flame shimmered intensely.

At this moment, Shen Mo seemed almost divine.

He slammed the two flames together with a decisive motion.

Instead of clashing, the flames fused harmoniously, forming a single golden fireball.

Shen Mo pulled his hands apart forcefully.

Clang!

A massive flaming spear shot toward the heavens, forming in an instant!

The spear exceeded fifty zhang in length, with a girth requiring ten men to encircle.

Next to the spear, Shen Mo's figure seemed insignificant.

Yet, this small frame wielded the power to unleash such a colossal martial technique.

"Great Desolation Starfall, go!"

Shen Mo pointed at the Ninth Prince and the Dragonblood Guard, mimicking a throwing motion.

The next moment, the flaming spear shot forth like the wrath of the heavens.

Its movement was slow but unyielding, obliterating and melting everything in its path!

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