"Brat, quickly hand it over!"

Seeing that Mo Wentian didn't make a move, Chou San Jin fiercely interjected.

"Hand it over?"

Mo Wentian coldly laughed as he stated, "The three Spirit Fruits are in my hands. If you want them, you can take them yourselves!"

"Arrogant!"

"Impudent, you're only at the third level of the Spirit Gathering stage. Even under our group of peak Spirit Gathering stage, you still dare to be so arrogant!"

"Young master, why don't we just kill him? This person is just a piece of trash in the Mo Clan. Even if we kill him, the Mo Clan wouldn't cause trouble for us!"

"That's right!"

… ….

The group of people all stared angrily at Mo Wentian.

The expression on Chou San Jin's face became so gloomy that it seemed as if water was about to drip out of it.

He was a genius with a seventh grade spirit root.

Mo Wentian was a trash with first-rate spiritual roots. He should have knelt down and begged for mercy when he met him, but now …

"Seize him!"

Chou San Jin said coldly.

"Yes, Young Master!"

Over ten people with sinister expressions on their faces walked towards Mo Wentian.

The eyes of the only old man who was at the Sword Extinction Realm flashed with an incomparably terrifying light.

Scarlet Fruit!

To a swordsman, this item was even more attractive.

"Brat, you found a dead end yourself, you can't blame us!"

The old man cast a sinister glance at Mo Wentian as a sharp sword qi gathered on the old man's body.

"Clang!"

Ignoring the old man, Mo Wentian directly drew out his heavy sword as he stared at the ten or so people surrounding him.

With the heavy black iron sword in hand, the aura emanating from Mo Wentian's body instantly increased by several folds.

"Old man, if you want to kill me then come. But, you trash want to kill me? You're dreaming!"

Mo Wentian laughed coldly as he stabbed the black iron into the ground.

"Darksteel Heavy Sword?"

A hint of disdain appeared in the old man's eyes. In the Sword God Continent, the number of sword cultivators that used a heavy sword was extremely few. This was because in front of a sword beam, even a heavy sword would be useless!

"Hurry up and kill him!"

Chou San Jin said with a cold expression.

"Yes, Young Master!"

The old man's eyes flashed with coldness, he asked Mo Tian, "Today, I'll let you see what is called supreme sword qi. It's your honor to die under this sword qi!"

"Greenwood Sword Qi!"

The old man had just finished speaking, the blue edge sword in his hand suddenly unsheathed, a green sword qi swept across the endless space, like a lightning striking towards Mo Wentian.

"Sword Qi!"

Mo Wentian's countenance stiffened as the heavy sword in his hands slashed out in front of him.

The heavy sword struck out.

The atmosphere in the surroundings had become much more tense. The people in the surroundings all felt a terrifying pressure pressing down on them. Over a dozen of them hurriedly retreated!

"Bang!"

A crisp sound rang out as the sword qi landed on Mo Wentian's heavy sword. The immense force of the impact caused Mo Wentian's body to shudder.

"Sure enough!"

Putting down the heavy sword, the corners of Mo Wentian's lips curled up in an evil smile.

His cultivation had risen to the fifth level of the Spirit Gathering realm.

The strength in his body was comparable to that of a normal peak Spirit Gathering, and in addition to the strength of his physical body, he was now strong enough to fight against a swordsman at the early stage of the Sword Realm!

"He actually blocked it!"

The old man cried out in shock as he stared at Mo Wentian in disbelief.

The Spirit Condensation swordsman had blocked the Sword Qi of the Sword Realm swordsman.

It had been so many years since he last appeared in the Eastern Sword City, but today, he saw it with his own eyes. Furthermore, the person in front of him was famous in the entire Mo Clan …

"Trash?"

The corner of the old man's mouth twitched. This is considered trash? If Mo Wentian was trash, then what about the others, even the three geniuses of the Eastern Sword City wouldn't be as monstrous as him!

"This kid actually blocked Butler Yu Yuan's sword qi!"

"How is this possible, how can the Spirit Gathering Realm block the sword aura?"

"Could it be that this kid has been pretending to be a pig to eat the tiger all this time?!"

… ….

The faces of over a dozen people were filled with surprise, this simple clash, they were originally planning to kill Mo Wentian and the others, but now, not a single one of them dared to take half a step forward.

"Old man, didn't you enjoy the fight just now? If the fight is over, then it's my turn!"

At this moment, a cold voice rang out.

Suddenly, a voice rang out.

"Heaven Seeking Sword!"

"Pfft!"

A cold voice rang out, just as everyone regained their senses, they raised their heads to look at Mo Wentian, but in their eyes, all that was left was a golden sword qi.

That sword beam was like a king of swords!

With an incomparably terrifying sharpness, it swept over!

"Crap, retreat!"

The old man was the first to react. The sword qi that cut through the void seemed to want to destroy everything. It caused the old man to feel a chill in his heart!

"How can he emit sword qi, that's impossible!"

"Isn't he a waste in the Spirit Gathering realm?"

"Isn't he a Tier 1 spiritual root?"

… ….

Countless thoughts appeared in everyone's mind, but what welcomed them was a sword aura akin to a death god.

"Swish!"

The sword qi flashed, and the ten over cultivators in front of Mo Wentian all abruptly quieted down.

Even the only old man to ever be away from the sword.

It also quieted down!

"Sword Qi?"

Chou San Jin's body trembled slightly. The moment he saw this sword qi, Chou San Jin only had one thought in mind, and that was to escape!

But his footsteps.

At this moment, it was as if lead had been poured all over it. It couldn't even take half a step!

"Bang!"

A dull sound was heard. Chou San Jin felt his heart spasm violently as an old figure slowly fell down.

There was even a hint of disbelief on the face of the figure!

"Peng! Peng! Peng!..."

Another few muffled sounds rang out. Of the dozen or so people, besides Chou Sanjin, everyone else had fallen to the ground. On their waists, a line of blood slowly seeped out!

A single sword strike had slain more than a dozen people!

"Who the hell are you?"

Chou San Jin's legs trembled and a foul stench spread from his body.

"Trash!"

His eyes swept past Chou San Jin as a hint of disdain could be seen in his eyes. Grade 7 spiritual roots? He could be called a genius just like that?

"You, I …"

Chou San Jin's face flushed red. Then, he seemed to remember something and his face suddenly turned extremely pale.

"Don't kill me. I can get my dad to give you a thousand gold coins. No, I can give you five thousand gold coins …"

Chou San Jin suddenly knelt on the ground and said with a panicked expression.

"A thousand?"

"Five thousand?"

The corners of Mo Wentian's lips curled upwards, but there wasn't any change in his expression. After which, with a flash, he appeared right in front of Chou San Jin.

"Don't kill me..."

"Ahh …"

A blood-curdling screech sounded as Chou San Jin's body fell to the ground. At the last moment of his death, endless remorse rose in his heart!

He had grade seven spiritual roots!

He was the third young master of the Chou family. As long as he cultivated well and became a swordsman from the Sword Realm, it would only be a matter of time.

He even had the chance to enter the three great sword sects!

But now, because he had offended someone he shouldn't have, all of this turned into running water!

If he was given a chance, he definitely wouldn't find trouble with Mo Wentian again.

An existence that could unleash a sword aura in the Spirit Gathering realm could no longer be called a genius, but a monster. A monster in the Eastern Sword City, a monster in the Southern Domain, a monster in the entire continent of the Sword God!

"Strange!"

Mo Wentian, who was standing in front of Chou San Jin, frowned.

He had clearly activated the Heaven-Devouring Divine Art just now.

But why …

He did not have the spirit root to devour the three gold taels!

"Could it be that the Heaven-Devouring Divine Art also has some requirements to devour spiritual roots?"

A light flickered in Mo Wentian's eyes. Last time, Lin Xiao only had fifth-grade spiritual roots, and could even absorb the Heaven Devouring Divine Art. Why was Chou Sanjin only having seventh-grade spiritual roots this time around?

"Could it be..."

As though he remembered something, Mo Wentian's pupils suddenly contracted. After which, he loosened his grip on Chou San Jin's Dantian and slowly stood up.

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