Mistakenly killing them.

MoShen stood up, wiping the blood from his mouth after being punched by Lu Gong, whose cultivation base is higher than his. MoShen cultivation is in the middle stages, while Lu Gong cultivation is at its peak.

The disparity in their abilities is as vast as the ocean.

The atmosphere was quiet until MoShen laughed and spoke, breaking the silence.

"Who would have guessed I'd come before you before those jerks you called grandsons?"

"How dare you insult my grandsons; are you willing to die?"

MoShen sneered and shook his head.

"Because your grandson, Lu Mong, crippled my cultivation a long time ago, I've come to exact my vengeance. Step aside and bring your two grandsons out if you know what's good for you."

Lu Gong was surprised that someone who had his cultivation crippled could become a martial emperor. Who would believe that, it must be a joke, right?

Lu Gong is no longer enraged by his words; he simply stares at him calmly.

"You mentioned two grandsons; how did the other hurt you so badly that you seek vengeance?"

MoShen smiled, Lu Gong still has his nature, which loves peace more than anything else in this world.

"As for your grandson, Lu Tian, he glared at me while attempting to woo my woman as his fiancee; although he failed, his deed must be punished."

"Who is this woman my grandson desires so much that he has to offend someone?"

"Oh, you don't recall? If you don't remember, just forget about it. I won't tell you that in order to bring you the peace you crave, I need your permission to go to war with your grandsons, and keep in mind that death is unavoidable."

"Your request will be granted, but your words about death are impossible; if you dare to take the life of any of my grandchildren, you will be doomed."

After saying those threatening words to MoShen, as if he thought his sons would win the fight, he summoned one of his soldiers and asked them to clean the corpse of the men MoShen had killed.

Power reigns supreme in this world; the strong rule over the weak, and it is not uncommon for someone to be killed by someone stronger. Lu Gong is clearly aware of this, and he turned a blind eye to the corpse.

After the soldiers left, a very beautiful woman appeared; she was stunning and her curves were enticing.

MoShen had no idea when she arrived or where she came from; all he saw was her whispering to Lu Gong, and then she glared at him as if she had seen him before.

When he noticed her staring at him, he smirked at her, causing her to shiver in fear; a tinge of red appeared on her cheek, but it vanished almost instantly, replaced by a cold face.

Soon after she left, Lu Gong motioned for MoShen to follow them to an open field where the family faction's disciples practiced.

He led MoShen to a more delicate location, where an array of spirit stones had been built to help hold the ground in case something powerful collided with it. It's a place where the family's powerful member used to duel.

"Who exactly is she?"

MoShen inquired of Lu Gong,

"You have nerves, young man, hitting on my granddaughter in front of me."

MoShen shook his head, he wouldn't challenge Lu Gong to a fight for various reasons. He seems to like his personality, it is simple and he loves peace, only resolving to be violent when the situation demands it.

MoShen was still wearing his hood, and he exuded a mysterious aura that instilled fear in those he passed while escorting Lu Gong to the dueling field.

MoShen stood there, about to look around, when he noticed a large crowd encircling the area, as if they were waiting for him to start fighting.

"Did you not hear, this hooded expert defeated elder Wu?"

"Not only that, but he wiped out the guards with a mysterious finger technique!"

"What!"

"He's a demonic cultivator as well, damnit, demonic cultivators are bastards with no conscience; I hope our young masters teach him a lesson."

MoShen's ear twitched as he could hear everything they were saying even from a great distance away, and his eye caught sight of the middle-aged man who said those words.

A glow was directed in the direction of the man with a slight movement of his finger.

The needle-like glow passed through his brain, killing him instantly; however, he did not die alone; three people behind him died as well.

The glow was moving quickly, like lightning, and it wouldn't stop until it destroyed everything in its path.

The crowd was immediately in disarray, as if they had seen a ghost, they ran Helter Skelter, and the crowd had completely dispersed in just 30 seconds.

"Are you such a killing Maniac, how dare you kill them?"

Lu Gong was fed up this time, and he glared at MoShen furiously, his eyes turning red with rage, causing MoShen's heart to clench.

"I only intended to kill the fat mouth, but my finger technique failed and killed the other three."

MoShen apologized, but his gaze was drawn to Lu Mong, who was landing on the floor after falling from a flying sword.

When he saw his grandfather glaring angrily at a hooded figure, he went to him, not bothering to look at the person's face.

If his grandfather becomes angry, he believes that person will perish.

"Lu Mong, you'd better do well to teach this arrogant brat a lesson for me; he came here just to duel with you and he have killed more than 10 people including elder Wu."

Who dared to irritate Lu Mong, whose cultivation had advanced to the late stage of martial emperor?

"Who the fuck are you, and have we ever met?"

Lu Mong inquired arrogantly.

MoShen smirked as he pulled down his hood, revealing his handsome face.

"Long time, no see?"

"You are that fucking servant, Y. MoShen, M.. MoShen!!"

Lu Gong has heard that name before, but he can't recall where or who told him.

Lu Mong's face turned cold with rage, his body shivered as a result of his rage, and his eyes glared at MoShen, almost turning red.

But MoShen kept a smile on his handsome face, and his hair was long and fell to the side, giving him the appearance of an immortal in the mortal plane.

Seeing his son's reaction, Lu Gong realized right away that his son had done something that had made MoShen powerless and then powerful enough to even oppose him at times.

"Who is Lu Mong, and what have you done to him to make him want vengeance so badly?"

Lu Mong, still shivering from rage, replied in trembling to his grandfather.

"He's MoShen, the person responsible for the massacre in the divine alchemist sect a year ago, as well as the murder of Weija."

"Whoa, him."

Lu Gong was so taken aback by his new discovery that he gave MoShen a new look; he had already discovered the young man loves to kill so much that he makes mistakes when killing.

"I'm going to kill you and feed your flesh to dogs; you'll pay for killing Weija."

"You referred to it as pain, but what about the time you crippled my cultivation?"

"You harassed Weija with that."

"Enough chit-chat, let's get to the real fight."

"Okay."

MoShen pulled out his sword, facing Lu Mong, a smile on his face, he can't wait to teach Lu Mong a lesson he will never forget.

"Bring it on."

MoShen smirked and said coldly, his gaze still fixed on Lu Mong, who had just pulled out a spear.

Lu Mong removed his long jacket, held his spear, and dashed at MoShen with an angry expression.

Both of their speeds are comparable, and as they ran, the ground couldn't help but shudder in surprise.

Lu Mong made a diagonal swing with his sword, and light shot out of it and towards MoShen.

MoShen anticipated this and avoided it by moving back and then sliding to the left.

Lu Mong did not stop there; he continued to use his spear to release the glow, sending it in all directions where MoShen was.

To avoid this, MoShen ran around in circles, begging Lu Mong to return. Because Lu Mong was busy using his spear, this was done with ease.

MoShen used his sword to make a quick swing for Lu Mong's waist, but something pushed it off, and Lu Mong used his spear at the last moment to evade the attack.

MoShen retrieved his sword and aimed it once more at Lu Mong's body.

Because of the distance between them, neither of them can use long-distance techniques; instead, they must exchange quick attacks.

Both weapons continued to clash with each other at such a rapid pace that even a martial lord will be unable to see the real swords, even if they strain their eyes, only the afterimages of both weapons will be visible.

MoShen was overjoyed to be able to fight with a real human of comparable strength after such a long period of seclusion; he enjoyed the fight, the way he had to alternate between attack and defense as the seconds passed.

"Heaven flow spear art, third formation, chaos spear!"

Lu Mong used one of his cards against MoShen, and because they were so close, the spear that was moving normally came to a halt, a large amount of pressure was released into the air, and the pressure caused MoShen to take a step back.

But then Lu Mong's sword changed shape; it now had a serpent dragon imprint in the place where Lu Mong held it, the blades began to glow red, and they appeared sharper than before, with new killing vibes.

'Now that you've demonstrated the strength of your sword, I might as well show you one of my techniques.' only if you can get through it.'

"Dragon sword dance!"

He will be able to counter the Lu Mong spear technique with this technique.

As soon as the sky way was activated, MoShen's sword glowed red.

Arc of the Dragon Sword

MoShen sliced the air with the sword, each slice resulting in the formation of a sword Arc that remained immobile in the air.

"Attack!"

The sword Arcs shot at lightning speed to where Lu Mong was standing, attempting to use his spear.

'Where have I seen this sword technique before, The Patriarch of Divine Alchemist or the sect Patriarch of Unlimited Yuan sect?' This young man is enigmatic.'

Because of his natural friendliness, Lu Gong has neutral relationships with almost all of the sect Patriarchs on the Moon Swing continent. Among all the sects, his relationship with Unlimited Yuan and Divine Alchemist was the strongest, and he was familiar with the majority of their techniques.

MoShen's technique had advanced to the point where all of his moves were as precise as heaven and earth.

The Arc was sent flying in Lu Mong's location; the Arch was so powerful that it broke Lu Mong's spear, which was almost heaven grade.

Seeing this advantage, MoShen dashed to his back and slashed for his neck with his sword.

The sword moved so quickly that it was almost touching Lu Mong's neck and would have killed him instantly, but then another sword appeared out of nowhere and stopped it.

MoShen was enraged by this, and when he looked up, he saw Lu Tian, who had his hair in a ponytail, was holding a heaven grade sword, and had a higher cultivation than MoShen.

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New book.

(Rebirth Of The Legendary Death Overlord)