After confirming that He Junhu had no way of attacking, Mo Wuji became even more fearless. His immortal elemental energy was already almost depleted, but he was different from others; he still had his elemental storage channel.
The immortal elemental energy in his elemental storage channel could still allow him to continuously rain lightning swords.
Without He Junhu's interference, with the help of Han Qingru and Tong Ye, Mo Wuji killed these weaker Heavenly Immortal cultivators like chopping vegetables.
Some of the stronger Heavenly Immortal cultivators had just blocked one of the lightning swords when they were swept away by Mo Wuji's Green Moon Halberd Light. Even if Mo Wuji didn't care about them, Han Qingru and Tong Ye definitely wouldn't go easy on them.
Going easy on them now was equivalent to suicide.
Ever since Han Qingru started cultivating, she had never killed as many cultivators as she did today. However, she had no choice but to kill; she couldn't even catch her breath.
The radiance of the magic treasures clashed with the lightning swords; this resthouse was now a complete mess.
Other than the few Heavenly Immortal cultivators that could retaliate, the rest could only use their full strength to defend against the lightning swords before being killed.
As for those Heavenly Immortal cultivators that could still retaliate after blocking the lightning swords, they were targeted by Mo Wuji the moment they took out their magic treasures.
The wounds and scars on Mo Wuji's body were indeed increasing, but the number of Heavenly Immortal cultivators surrounding them was decreasing. This was especially so for Mo Wuji; those cultivators that could retaliate had all sent their killer moves towards Mo Wuji. If not for Mo Wuji's vitality channel, he wouldn't have been able to defend against these continuous attacks even if he swallowed pills. This caused Mo Wuji to urgently need a defensive skill, or a peak grade defensive magic treasure.
If he had a peak grade defensive magic treasure, he would have a much easier time today.
When some of the cultivators at the periphery saw that He Junhu wasn't going to attack, they stealthily retreated from the battle and left.
"Boom!" When Mo Wuji's lightning swords nailed yet another Heavenly Immortal cultivator to the ground, the battle finally came to an end.
The stench of blood and lightning filled the air. There were still many cultivators spectating, but no one dared to attack.
Mo Wuji retrieved a few jade vases, and after passing them to Han Qingru and Tong Ye, he poured out half a bottle of healing pills for himself.
Consuming too many pills wasn't good for his cultivation. At this moment, Mo Wuji didn't mind consuming more pills as long as he could recover his immortal elemental energy and his injuries.
Tong Ye began to clean up the battlefield, while Han Qingru continued to stand guard at the side. Mo Wuji held onto his Half Moon Halberd and walked towards He Junhu. His vitality channel was constantly healing his injuries. Even though he looked like he was covered in injuries, with every step he took, his injuries would recover a little.
Previously, he was heavily injured not only because he was much weaker than He Junhu, but also because he had to deal with many Heavenly Immortal cultivators surrounding him. Now that he was no longer surrounded by so many people, even though his immortal elemental energy had been greatly depleted, he was not afraid of He Junhu.
"Mo Wuji, I was wrong. I didn't expect you to have such abilities. With your lightning sword rain, I'm afraid you're not from a small sect, right? Today, I, He Junhu, will let you off on account of your sect, "Seeing Mo Wuji walk past, He Junhu said coldly.
Mo Wuji jolted slightly. He wasn't surprised that He Junhu knew his name. Lao Cai was in cahoots with this fella, so he would naturally tell him some things. Lao Cai probably knew about his experiences in the Hundred Flowers Manor.
That's not right. Since Lao Cai told him his name, He Junhu should have guessed that he wasn't from a big sect. In reality, it was the same when they first fought. If He Junhu knew that he was from a big sect, he wouldn't have dared to be so unbridled.
"Surnamed He, you fight whenever you want to, and stop whenever you want to. Is there such a good thing in this world?" Mo Wuji said disdainfully. He was sure that He Junhu didn't attack not because he was kind, but because he had something to do. Moreover, it couldn't be because of his sect. He didn't even know how his sect could protect him.
"What are you going to do?" He Junhu said harshly. Even the people by the side could tell that He Junhu was putting on a strong front.
He was slightly regretful; he should have taken the opportunity to retreat. He thought that Mo Wuji had expended too much immortal elemental energy, and with over a hundred Heavenly Immortals attacking the three of them, Mo Wuji should have died without a doubt.
He didn't expect that Mo Wuji would be like an unkillable cockroach even though he was constantly being injured. Every time he thought that Mo Wuji wouldn't be able to hold on any longer, Mo Wuji would still send out another lightning sword rain. Precisely because of this, not only did Mo Wuji not die, he even sent out a continuous lightning sword rain, killing over a hundred Heavenly Immortals. Even if he wanted to leave now, it was too late. It was also because of his greed for Mo Wuji's treasures that He Junhu didn't leave immediately.
As he spoke, He Junhu subconsciously glanced at Lao Cai. Only then did he realise that Lao Cai had already retreated.
This fella really didn't have any guts. Mo Wuji was definitely an arrow at the end of its flight. If Lao Cai was willing to stay, He Junhu would definitely be able to kill Mo Wuji. But this fella actually chose to escape, and landed himself in a predicament of death. Indeed, people from a trade union were all cowards.
He didn't know what Lao Cai was thinking, but Lao Cai was very clear that Mo Wuji hadn't used his full strength. According to his reconstruction of the scene of the Ji brothers' deaths, he knew that Mo Wuji still had a very powerful sacred art: the Heavenly Fire Fist.
Mo Wuji's Heavenly Fire Fist was able to kill Ji Yan with a single punch. Now that Mo Wuji had obtained the Supreme Nirvana Fire Essence, as long as he wasn't stupid, he would definitely upgrade his heavenly fire. The moment Mo Wuji's heavenly fire was upgraded into an immortal fire, and he used this fist, he could very well follow in He Junhu's footsteps.
Others might not know that He Junhu's regulation talisman was cracked, but he was very clear. He Junhu's regulation talisman had cracked, and at this moment, He Junhu didn't even dare to make a move.
Mo Wuji had a trump card, but he still hadn't used it. What was the meaning of that? He, Lao Cai, was able to survive till this day, so how could he not know that Mo Wuji's fist was left for him? If he dared to make a move, He Junhu would be a good example. Moreover, he could tell that Mo Wuji's Lightning Sword Rain had already surpassed a magic skill; it was a sacred art. This sacred art didn't fear group battles, so was he sending himself to his death? At this moment, he started to suspect whether Mo Wuji was the fella that crossed the Immortal Chasm single-handedly.
Lao Cai's guess was right; the reason why Mo Wuji hadn't used his trump card was because he had left it for Lao Cai.
At this moment, Mo Wuji truly felt the benefits of being a pill refiner. After consuming half a bottle of healing pills, coupled with the nourishment from his vitality channel, his injuries rapidly healed, and his immortal elemental energy recovered in a short period of time. With the immortal elemental energy in his elemental storage channel, he was confident that he could send out a punch with all his might. Now that Lao Cai had left, even if his punch couldn't kill He Junhu, it would definitely make He Junhu suffer the consequences.
"I never intended to hand over my things to you on my knees, and I also didn't try what you meant by regret. So, I really want to know, what methods do you have to make me regret, to make me hand over my things on my knees to you, He Junhu? "As Mo Wuji spoke, the Half Moon Halberd in his hand was already filled with violent killing intent.
Mo Wuji even had an illusion; he felt that He Junhu's domain was very fake at this moment, and he felt that with a light swing of his halberd, he would be able to break apart He Junhu's domain.
"I already said, on account of your sect, I won't bicker with you. Hmph! "He Junhu snorted coldly, then actually turned and left.
This fella definitely wouldn't be so easy to deal with. One must know that this fella was extremely arrogant during the auction. As Mo Wuji thought of this, how could he still be polite? The Half Moon Halberd in his hand slashed out a 10 feet long halberd light, enveloping He Junhu.
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