Chapter 666 - 651: Mo Ge’s Crisis

As Mo Ge rose and left the viewing platform, the screams of female disciples from every sect echoed across Cangxia Mountain, their cheers loud enough to shake the very clouds in the sky.

’It sure is nice to be handsome. So popular with the ladies...’

Shen Lang shrugged and greeted Lin Feng and Su Hen, who were running over from the other side.

Behind Lin Feng and Su Hen was a large group of people, all of them scions of the great families in Celestial Phoenix City who had been accepted into the Imperial Dragon Sect thanks to Shen Lang.

The crowd swarmed Shen Lang, their gazes fixed on him with fervent admiration.

"Young Master Lang, you’re too damn incredible! I always knew you were strong, but I never imagined you were *this* strong... You’ve reached the King Martial Realm! The entire Western Wilderness has never seen such a peerless genius!"

Lin Feng threw a punch at Shen Lang’s chest, but his fist just bounced off, making him wince in pain.

"Yeah, yeah! The entire Western Wilderness has never seen such a peerless genius!" the others chimed in.

As they looked at Shen Lang, he seemed both familiar and yet like a stranger.

"Everyone, long time no see!"

Shen Lang took out a pile of Elixir Pills suitable for the Qi Martial and Spirit Martial Realms and handed them out one by one, making the scene even more lively.

Just then, a slender figure forcefully pushed Su Hen and the others aside.

Su Rong, daughter of the Profound Dao Sect’s Leader Su Wenxuan, squeezed her way in. "Xiaolang, we can catch up later. You have to help right now!"

"Help with what?" Shen Lang asked, taken aback. "Su Rong, that kid is so popular with the ladies. You have too many rivals, so you’d better be careful! That’s not a kind of help I can offer!"

Su Rong’s face turned ashen as she bellowed, "Get lost!"

"I’m talking about the duel on the stage! That Luo Yan advanced to the Spirit Martial Realm Ninth Heaven three years ago. He’s a full three levels higher than Xiaoge! And Xiaoge only recently raised his cultivation to the Spirit Martial Realm Sixth Heaven..." Su Rong’s face was etched with anxiety.

Shen Lang’s gaze shifted slightly as he glanced toward the battle stage.

On the stage, Mo Ge, dressed in white robes and wielding a rusty, cleaver-like weapon, was already locked in a fierce battle with a young man in short-hemmed clothes who held a black Profound Iron Stick.

"Su Rong, did you ask him to wear those clothes? I remember he’s always liked wearing black robes, just like me," Shen Lang suddenly asked.

Su Rong was stunned and utterly bewildered. "I came to you to talk about the duel, why are you bringing up his clothes? I... I just thought white robes would look a little better for this kind of occasion..."

As she spoke, Su Rong’s face turned red.

Shen Lang sighed softly and said, "Mo Ge may not say much, but I can see how he feels about you... If you like him, don’t force him to do things. At the same time, you have to trust him."

"Of course I trust him, but..." Su Rong stomped her foot in frustration.

She had come down to ask Shen Lang for help, hoping he would guide Mo Ge against Luo Yan, just as he had guided Shen Jianfeng.

But Shen Lang was just speaking in riddles, spouting complete nonsense!

"If you trust him, then there’s no need to be so anxious. A Martial Artist at the Spirit Martial Realm Ninth Heaven is no match for him," Shen Lang said leisurely, his eyes fixed on Mo Ge on the stage.

His words stunned not only Su Rong but Lin Feng and Su Hen as well.

It had already been a miracle for Cousin Jianfeng to defeat Xiao Hongyue of the Spirit Martial Realm Sixth Heaven with his Spirit Martial Realm Fourth Heaven cultivation.

And now Shen Lang was claiming that a Spirit Martial Realm Ninth Heaven Martial Artist was no match for Mo Ge?

That completely defied common sense and shattered everyone’s understanding of the world!

For Spirit Martial Realm Martial Artists, even a one-level difference was a nearly insurmountable gap, let alone a difference of three levels.

And on top of that, Luo Yan was a Martial Artist who had been at the Spirit Martial Realm Ninth Heaven for over three years!

CLANG! CLANG! CLANG!

A series of loud metallic clashes drew the gazes of Su Rong and the others back to the stage.

There, Luo Yan held his eyebrow-high black Profound Iron Stick, swinging it to create a storm of afterimages that swept toward Mo Ge like an overwhelming tide.

The light from the stick was sharp, carrying a strange, whistling Gang Feng and kicking up a storm of dust. Its power was astonishing.

In contrast, Mo Ge’s movements were simple, direct, fast, and unnervingly strange.

Furthermore, not even a trace of Spirit Light emanated from his body, as if he didn’t possess a single shred of Spiritual Power.

He looked just like an assassin from the Shadow Tower.

"That Luo Yan is a disciple of the Imperial Dragon Sect. He reached the Spirit Martial Realm Ninth Heaven over three years ago. His Profound Iron Stick weighs nearly a hundred pounds and is extremely powerful. His Martial Soul is a Mountain-Pushing Beast, and he cultivates a Wood Attribute Technique. He has strong Recovery Power and great Destructive Power."

Su Rong said softly, still standing beside Shen Lang.

She still hoped Shen Lang would intervene.

Shen Lang replied nonchalantly, "Great Destructive Power? I’m not seeing it. The saying goes ’a staff sweeps a wide area,’ and he’s certainly created a wide area of afterimages... It looks impressive, but what’s the use? He’ll be defeated in less than a hundred moves."

"Who? Who will be defeated?" Su Rong asked, her eyes wide with confusion.

Shen Lang said dismissively, "Luo Yan will be defeated, without a doubt."

"Besides, he should have a Spirit Beast with him, right? And the Limb Order I gave him... If he really feels pressured, he’ll naturally use those trump cards. Why are you so worried, Su Rong?"

"My appearance here earlier was also meant to send a message... I want everyone to find their courage, to temporarily refrain from using their Spirit Beasts and instead fight with all their might, relying on their own true strength!"

"Cousin Jianfeng was able to defeat a Spirit Martial Realm Sixth Heaven Martial Artist with his Spirit Martial Realm Fourth Heaven cultivation. The others can do it too."

Su Rong nodded. "I... I understand."

Of course, Shen Lang couldn’t reveal the truth about Mo Ge.

This youth from the Demon Realm had an unimaginable power sealed within his body.

That power was like a Fierce Beast from the Demon Realm, ready to erupt at any moment.

Trapped within the Reincarnation Array in the forbidden area of the Profound Dao Sect’s back mountain, Mo Ge had been stimulated by the array and had recovered his memories.

With his memories restored, although his power remained sealed, his innate talent for combat had awakened.

This was a person who had been raised amidst slaughter.

Compared to him, the imposing-looking Luo Yan was nothing more than a paper tiger.

At that moment, the fight on the stage had reached a fever pitch.

Luo Yan’s Profound Iron Stick whistled through the air with ferocious power, its afterimages growing denser and denser.

He looked quite impressive, his sweeping attacks unleashing torrents of Powerful Qi that kicked up sand and stone, yet he hadn’t even managed to touch the hem of Mo Ge’s clothes!

Luo Yan grew increasingly anxious. The Spiritual Power around him surged, and the phantom image of a giant beast materialized behind him.

The beast’s blood-red eyes locked onto the constantly moving Mo Ge. It roared toward the sky, the sound alone stirring up a gale on the stage!

"The Mountain-Pushing Beast Soul! Luo Yan has only been fighting for a short while, and he’s already summoned his Mountain-Pushing Beast Soul!"

"Those guys from the Profound Dao Sect really have some skill. Despite the three-level difference, Luo Yan hasn’t even managed to scratch him!"

"Mo Ge’s Body Technique is too bizarre. It’s like Luo Yan is trying to catch a slippery eel; he can’t touch him at all..."

"Speaking of which, I don’t think Mo Ge’s Body Technique is that bizarre. It’s just that his movements are a bit like Shen Lang’s... His timing and application of force are incredibly precise. He can dodge an attack with just a tiny shuffle, completely different from the wide, sweeping movements other people use when fighting!"

"I didn’t notice until you mentioned it, but he really is like Shen Lang! This person’s control over his power has reached an unimaginable level..."

As the surrounding crowd chattered, Luo Yan on the stage seemed unwilling to wait any longer.

"Mo Ge! If you’re a man, then let’s have a real fight! Stop dodging all the time!"

Luo Yan had tried everything in his arsenal, but nothing worked against Mo Ge. The more he fought, the more his frustration grew, until he couldn’t help but shout.

Mo Ge didn’t even bat an eye. With two quick slashes, sharp Sword Qi grazed past Luo Yan’s ear, giving the latter a huge fright!

"How dare you! Take this—’Ten Thousand Bamboo Return to the Sect’!"

Following Luo Yan’s furious roar, his Profound Iron Stick descended upon Mo Ge, carrying a whistling Gang Feng.

The strike was incredibly fast, possessing the power to split mountains and the momentum to sweep through an army.

Mo Ge twisted his body to the side and suddenly shot backward in retreat!

BOOM!

The force of the blow was Earth-Shattering. The Profound Iron Stick slammed into the spot where Mo Ge had been standing, blasting a deep crater into the ground!

In that instant, taking advantage of the opening, Mo Ge closed the distance like the wind, his short blade slashing out horizontally!

However, it was then that something unexpected happened!

SWISH! SWISH! SWISH! From the end of Luo Yan’s staff that had struck the ground, dozens of bamboo stalks shot out like coiling snakes!

The stalks, each as thick as an arm, shot out frantically like an octopus’s tentacles, instantly wrapping around Mo Ge and encasing him in a sphere!

"HAHAHA! Vortex Heaven-ward Stick—Star Burst!"

Luo Yan laughed maniacally, his body spinning rapidly on the stage.

Myriad afterimages of his stick enveloped him, forming a massive whirlwind!

He brought his stick crashing down toward the bamboo sphere that trapped Mo Ge!

"Xiaoge!"

Below the stage, Su Rong let out a terrified shriek!