Breaking formations could kill tens of thousands of enemies, but it could also take countless lives. It was a perfect match for the power of the spearhead. The spearhead had an evil aura, so it must have been stained with blood. Perhaps the spearhead and the Formation-Breaking Spear had been used by the same person.
Carrying the wooden box, Ye Mo wanted to test out the power of the Formation-Breaking Spear. The spear was different from other weapons, such as the Moon Fist, the Year Blade, and the Myriad Sun Spear.
The spear was the most difficult weapon out of all ten thousand soldiers. In the barracks, the soldiers all used spears, but they all used a single stab. After years of practice, this stab carried a powerful aura and an invincible might that could directly pierce through the opponent's steel shields.
The spear could be used in many ways, such as slashing, stabbing, hanging, and dancing. A true expert spear could transform his body and spear into a human spear, and he could face thousands of enemies with ease.
Ye Mo walked into the Ye Mansion from the backyard, and with the wooden box on his back, he attracted a lot of attention.
"This piece of trash knows what's good for him. He knew that Old Fu was dying, so he prepared a coffin for him."
"This coffin seems a little small."
Hearing that, Ye Mo's expression changed drastically. In an instant, he rushed in front of the servant and unleashed three streams of Dragon Power, lifting the servant, who had yet to reach the Spirit Cultivating Realm, into the air.
"Tell me, what happened?"
The servant looked at Ye Mo's ferocious face, especially the aura that Ye Mo exuded. The aura was like a ferocious beast, pressing down on him and suffocating him.
"Hurry up and check on Old Fu. I think he's already dead."
Ye Mo threw the servant out and quickly walked towards the room with the wooden box on his back. The outside of the room was covered in blood, as if someone had been dragged in. Before he even got close to the room, he could already hear Xiao Cao's pitiful cries.
"Grandpa, don't die. What will I do if you die?"
Bam! The door was flung open, and Ye Mo walked into the room. When he saw the old man lying on the ground, his eyes instantly became wet. The old man's face was no longer recognizable, and even his limbs were broken. The ground was covered in blood, and he was no longer breathing. It was a horrible death.
"Xiao Cao, what's going on?" Ye Mo yelled.
"Sob sob sob, Young Master Ye Mo, we are innocent. We did not break Ye Hou's jade cup. Grandfather and I are innocent, innocent."
Xiao Cao cried even louder when she saw Ye Mo. Xiaocao was also in an extremely sorry state. There were wounds on her face, and her body was covered in blood clots of various sizes.
Ye Hou and Ye Ming were playing with a very expensive jade pot and cup in the Xiao Mansion. Uncle Fu and Xiaocao happened to pass by, so Ye Hou deliberately bumped into Uncle Fu and Xiaocao, breaking the jade fox cup.
Ye Hou and Ye Ming said that Uncle Fu bumped into him and broke the cup. Since the two of them refused to admit it, Ye Hou and Ye Ming took the opportunity to beat them up. In order to protect Xiaocao, Uncle Fu was beaten to death by Ye Hou and Ye Ming.
In Tianwu Kingdom, a servant's life was not worth a jade pot or cup. Ye Hou had his reasons for killing Fu Bo and the higher-ups wouldn't blame him.
Of course, the two of them were doing this to provoke Ye Mo.
Ye Mo could roughly understand Xiao Cao's stuttering explanation. How could the two of them deal with Ye Hou and Ye Ming?
Ye Mo immediately knelt on the ground and cried loudly, "Uncle Fu, you've worked hard all your life, and yet you've been harmed like this. I'll take Ye Hou and Ye Ming's lives for you."
Ye Mo stood up and kicked the wooden box into pieces. A dark red spear appeared. Xiaocao looked at Ye Mo and immediately held him back. She cried, "Young Master Ye Mo, don't be rash. Grandpa told me many times before he died. He knew your personality, and he told you not to seek revenge on them."
"Xiaocao, if the world is unfair, then I'll fight for justice. Brother Ye Ming deliberately killed Uncle Fu to anger me. Today, I will fight him to avenge Uncle Fu. Go to the Hundred Treasure Pavilion and find Miss Qi Ying. Tell her that I'm in trouble at the Ye Mansion, "Ye Mo said as he took the Formation-Breaking Spear and left the room.
It was the training time for the direct disciples. Almost everyone was at the Martial Training Tower. Ye Mo carried the Formation-Breaking Spear and rushed towards the Martial Training Tower.
A few disciples of the Ye Clan who were guarding the entrance of the Martial Training Tower felt scared when they saw Ye Mo rushing in. It felt like a beast that had lost its mind.
"Ye Mo, what are you doing? The Martial Training Tower isn't a place for collateral disciples like you to enter. "
Ye Mo did not reply. He swung his spear like a dragon swinging its tail. With a flash of light, the disciple spat out a mouthful of blood and flew far away.
The other disciples saw this and immediately said angrily, "Ye Mo, you should be whipped for attacking a disciple without permission."
"Whipped? What punishment do I have to receive for killing someone? "
Ye Mo said as he hit the ground with the Formation-Breaking Spear. A wave of air exploded around Ye Mo, and the ground began to shake.
Ye Mo was like a general on the battlefield, a god of death.
"Everyone in the Martial Training Tower, listen up. Today, I only want the lives of Ye Ming and Ye Hou. The rest of you, leave now, or you'll die."
Boom!
Ye Mo's voice was like a bomb. Coupled with the loud sound of the spear hitting the ground, everyone's heart skipped a beat. The disciples who were able to enter the Martial Training Tower were all at least Spirit Cultivating First Realm, and the stronger ones had even reached Spirit Cultivating Sixth Realm. This Ye Mo dared to be so arrogant and say that he wanted to kill Ye Ming and Ye Hou.
"Hurry up and call for help. Ye Mo is crazy."
"What are you afraid of? This Ye Mo hasn't even opened his Mortal Gate. "
"Can he even lift that spear without opening his Mortal Gate? That spear weighs at least 100 pounds. "
"Hurry up and tell Brother Ye Hou that this guy is crazy."
"We're a group of people. Why should we be afraid of him? Let's go and capture him. "
One of the disciples, who was in the Spirit Cultivating Second Realm, attacked Ye Mo directly. The more skilled one was, the more daring he was. He turned his bare hand into a palm and struck towards Ye Mo.
Ye Mo looked at the incoming disciple and controlled two streams of Dragon Energy to attack his brain and right hand. His reflexes instantly increased. Ye Mo waved the Formation-Breaking Spear and stabbed towards the Spirit Cultivating Second Realm disciple.
The thrust was like a dragon emerging from the sea, extremely explosive. Two streams of Dragon Energy was already the strength of a Spirit Cultivating Second Realm martial artist. Coupled with the Formation-Breaking Spear, the Spirit Cultivating Second Realm martial artist was completely annihilated.
The Spirit Cultivating Second Realm martial artist did not expect Ye Mo's attack to be so fast. The spear weighed 100 pounds, but Ye Mo swung it like it was nothing.
The Spirit Cultivating Second Realm disciple quickly gathered his Yuanli and dodged to the side, but Ye Mo's Formation-Breaking Spear still pierced through his shoulder.
The surrounding Spirit Cultivating First Realm disciples were shocked. Isn't Ye Mo a useless piece of trash? How can he easily hit Ye Hu, a Spirit Cultivating Second Realm martial artist?
"I said, I only want Ye Hou and Ye Ming's lives. Everyone else, get out of my way."
"That guy's weapon must be a Magic Weapon. It's extremely powerful. Everyone, let's attack together and take his weapon!" Ye Hu said loudly. Hearing this, the disciples' hearts sank. They raised the mortal weapons in their hands and attacked Ye Mo.
"Attack together! I, Ye Mo, am not afraid!"
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