The sky cracked as Mo Tian clashed with Elder Fang.
Steel met shadow.
Golden sword light surged down like a waterfall of divine Qi, trying to cleanse the corruption that clung to Mo Tian like a second skin. But he didn't retreat—he advanced, his halberd howling through the air like a starving beast.
Each strike from Elder Fang could split a mountain.
Each strike from Mo Tian split the Dao itself.
> CLANG!
BOOM!
Elder Fang's robes tore. His spiritual shield shattered. Blood spurted from his lips as Mo Tian's halberd sliced across his chest. His disciples charged to assist—four elite cultivators of the Celestial Lotus Sect, each in the peak of Foundation Realm.
Mo Tian smiled.
They died in four moves.
The first lost his head.
The second was impaled through the heart.
The third begged.
The fourth exploded.
Mo Tian didn't just kill.
He absorbed.
The disciples' Qi flooded into his body, fueling the storm of black lightning swirling around him. The blood in his veins boiled. His cultivation surged forward—violently, unnaturally.
> "You... you're not human anymore," Elder Fang whispered, stumbling backward, eyes wide with disbelief.
"You're a monster."
Mo Tian raised his halberd. "I was born because of your kind."
He stepped forward. One strike. The sky split.
Elder Fang screamed—and was erased.
Only dust remained.
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Silence followed.
And then the wind howled, carrying news across the cultivation world.
> "A demon has risen in the ashes of Black Abyss."
"The Celestial Lotus Sect has lost an Elder."
"A child devours the Dao itself."
Atop the ruins, Mo Tian turned to the horizon, where massive sect fortresses glimmered like false stars.
> "The righteous sects will come now," he muttered.
He smiled.
> "Let them. I'm still hungry."
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Please wait for Chapter 4.