Chapter 2441

Moreover, Lin Moyu felt that he might have more than one magic treasure.

Lin Moyu took out the demon emperor flower and said calmly, "Patriarch Yan Bei, with the demon emperor flower in my hand, do you really want to kill me?"

"Aren't you afraid the Demon Emperor will slaughter your entire clan?"

Chapter 3074: Rebels in Every Era

A cold sneer appeared on Yan Bei's feathered face, and his eyes were filled with deep mockery. His voice was slightly high-pitched and shrill. "I am afraid, how could I not be!"

"I originally thought that if you left, this patriarch would just endure it. You are of the human race, and it is impossible for me to run to the Western Continent to kill you. Plus, you have the demon emperor flower, so some things are meant to be endured."

"But I didn't expect that you actually didn't leave. Slapping this patriarch's face once wasn't enough, did you want to do it again?"

"Then this patriarch will fulfill your wish!"

His shrill voice carried deep anger.

Only then did Lin Moyu understand Yan Bei's mental journey. Although the outcome was the same as he had guessed, there were still some discrepancies in the process.

The human heart is unpredictable; even Lin Moyu could not completely fathom others' thoughts.

Yan Bei's expression was complex, filled with hatred, intent to kill, and also a hint of hesitation. He hated Lin Moyu, who had not only killed his clansmen but also slapped his face.

He wanted to kill Lin Moyu, yet he was also somewhat afraid of the demon emperor flower, fearing the Demon Emperor would come knocking on his door. After all, someone who could obtain the demon emperor flower must be highly valued by the Demon Emperor, and killing him would be equivalent to slapping the Demon Emperor's face.

He was originally going to swallow his anger, but Lin Moyu had not left, which was equivalent to slapping his face again. This finally made him resolve to kill Lin Moyu and seize the Soul Spirit Ancestral Beast.

Lin Moyu showed no panic at all. "I'm very curious, how did you think of this method? Are you sure doing this…"

"…can hide it from the Demon Emperor?"

Yan Bei was also a decisive person. "Whether it can or not, you will find out after you are dead. If the Demon Emperor finds out, at worst, this patriarch will apologize with my life."

Lin Moyu smiled and shook his head. "You don't know the Demon Emperor's temper. Your death alone will definitely not be enough. Nine times out of ten, your entire clan will be buried with you. In the future history of the Demon Clan, your name will surely be famous."

What kind of fame? Naturally, it wouldn't be a good reputation.

If Lin Moyu's words came true, Yan Bei would be the one who led the Red Flame Divine Eagle Clan to its destruction.

Hearing Lin Moyu say this, the fear in Yan Bei's eyes grew even stronger, but his killing intent increased along with it.

Lin Moyu's words did not dispel his thoughts of murder, but instead made his resolve even firmer.

Yan Bei muttered in a low voice, "They were right. If the Demon Emperor finds out, my death alone is far from enough."

"However, there is infinite space here. As long as this patriarch does a clean enough job, the Demon Emperor won't know. Even he has to rely on evidence."

Lin Moyu's eyes flickered slightly; the information he wanted was finally being revealed bit by bit. The reason he spoke so much nonsense with Yan Bei here was precisely to extract some extra information from him.

Previously, Yan Bei had left for who knew where, and upon returning, he came straight to find him. By then, Yan Bei possessed the means to hide his actions from the Demon Emperor.

Yan Bei previously had no means to hide from the Demon Emperor, but after going out once, he did.

This meant that besides Yan Bei, there was someone else hiding in the shadows.

And that existence hiding in the shadows was against the Demon Emperor.

Within the Demon Clan, the Demon Emperor covered the sky with one hand, and no one dared to resist him. He was the true king.

But there would always be some rebels. In any era and any race, this kind of situation was normal.

That existence hiding in the shadows could be a single person, or it could be a group of people.

Lin Moyu had guessed this exact point, which was why he deliberately spoke so much nonsense with Yan Bei, attempting to extract some information from him.

Now, Yan Bei's inadvertent words had proven that his guess was correct.

Lin Moyu said, "What a pity. You don't know the terror of the Demon Emperor at all. You have no idea how vast and powerful his supernatural powers are in that realm."

Yan Bei shook his head. "The Demon Emperor is indeed powerful, but he is not omniscient. This patriarch's heart is set on killing you, so you don't need to threaten me with the Demon Emperor anymore."

"For the sake of you being a genius of the human race, this patriarch will still give you two choices. First, hand over the Soul Spirit Ancestral Beast, and I will give you a swift death."

"Second, this patriarch will imprison and suppress your soul for ten thousand years, torturing you for ten thousand years."

Lin Moyu smiled. "We already discussed this topic earlier. Patriarch Yan Bei, you still haven't grown a brain!"

Seeing that he could no longer extract any more information, Lin Moyu stopped talking and directly provoked Yan Bei with words.

The phrase "haven't grown a brain" caused Yan Bei's anger to surge.

He raised his battle saber and slashed at Lin Moyu.

The biting fiery light seemed as if it would tear the heavens and earth apart, sweeping toward Lin Moyu in a massive wave.

Lin Moyu unfolded his Wings of Time. The Wings of Time vibrated violently, carrying him back several thousand meters like a teleportation.

Yan Bei's slash hit nothing, but there was no surprise on his face. "You cannot escape!"

A flame mark suddenly appeared on Lin Moyu's body; Yan Bei had locked onto Lin Moyu with his soul. Under this lock, his attacks would be extremely difficult to dodge. At this moment, Yan Bei slashed a second time, even more ferocious than the first.

He still did not use his Great Dao of Fire. He knew very well that his Great Dao of Fire was not very effective against Lin Moyu…

Lin Moyu, this Dao Venerable 3rd Realm, seemed weak, but he was very peculiar.

"Soul lock?"

With a look of disdain and without any rush, Lin Moyu gave his Wings of Time a slight shake, instantly severing the soul lock.

Then, instead of retreating, Lin Moyu advanced, dodging the second slash once again.

The power of the second slash exploded behind Lin Moyu, causing the entire space to warp as if it might collapse at any moment.

The soul lock being severed completely exceeded Yan Bei's imagination.

"How could you possibly sever this patriarch's soul lock!"

He was in the Dao Venerable 8th Realm, while Lin Moyu was only in the Dao Venerable 3rd Realm. There was a full gap of five realms between them. How could he possibly sever the soul lock?

Lin Moyu naturally wouldn't tell him that he was just that unreasonable.

After the former Wings of the Undead sublimated into the Wings of Time Curse, the ability to sever soul locks was also inherited.

This ability ignored realms; as long as it was a soul lock, it could be severed.

Even the Demon Emperor's soul lock could be severed, let alone Yan Bei's.

Yan Bei did not believe his soul lock would fail. He locked onto Lin Moyu again, brandishing his battle saber and slashing out blow after blow.

The Wings of Time vibrated as Lin Moyu severed the soul lock time and again, evading countless blade edges.

Time belonging to Lin Moyu became extremely fast, giving him plenty of reaction time. He shuttled freely through the attacks, feeling no pressure at all.

Countless attacks all missed, hitting the space outside and blasting out countless spatial turbulences.

Under Yan Bei's disbelieving gaze, Lin Moyu smiled. "Patriarch Yan Bei, do you have any other methods?"

His tone was filled with extreme mockery and disdain, as if saying: "Your Great Dao of Fire is useless, and your ranged attacks are equally useless. You are simply a piece of trash, and a Dao Venerable 8th Realm piece of trash at that."

Yan Bei felt a sharp sting in his heart, feeling as if he had been slapped in the face once again.

He roared in anger, "Go to hell!"

The battle saber in his hand flew out in response, growing incredibly massive before suddenly exploding.

A single battle saber instantly transformed into tens of thousands.

The battle sabers pelted toward Lin Moyu like raindrops. At the same time, Yan Bei manifested his true form and activated his Dao True Body.

His true form was a thousand-meter divine eagle. After using his Dao True Body, his size became even more massive, exceeding three thousand meters. The colossally huge divine eagle followed closely behind the rain of sabers to attack.

Lin Moyu retreated rapidly, not panicking in the slightest. Instead, the corners of his mouth curled up slightly. "You've finally come!"

Chapter 3075: What on Earth Did You Do?

The battle sabers poured down like a violent storm, densely packed.

Since he couldn't lock on, he simply didn't lock on. Yan Bei directly launched an area-of-effect attack.

The battle saber was a magic treasure of the Dao Venerable 7th Realm, and its power was extremely formidable. If Lin Moyu were hit, he would undoubtedly die.

In Yan Bei's eyes, although Lin Moyu was peculiar and could ignore his Great Dao of Fire, he was after all only in the Dao Venerable 3rd Realm. No matter how peculiar, he could not block his attacks.

Moreover, Yan Bei followed closely behind the battle sabers. Even if the rain of sabers couldn't kill Lin Moyu, it would at least severely wound him, allowing Yan Bei to personally deliver the finishing blow.

However, when he saw Lin Moyu's eyes through the gaps in the rain of sabers, he suddenly realized something was wrong.

Lin Moyu's gaze was far too calm. Not only calm, but it also carried a hint of playfulness.

"Oh no, it's a trap!"

He realized something was wrong, but it was already too late.

The space suddenly began to warp, and the entire area became thick and heavy. He felt as if he had entered an incredibly dense swamp, and his speed plummeted.

Not only him, but the speed of the battle sabers was also dropping rapidly.

A colossally huge net appeared between heaven and earth, enveloping both him and the rain of sabers.

"A formation!" Yan Bei recognized it as a formation at a single glance.

He also frequently dealt with the Ten Thousand Volcano Array. Although he wasn't proficient in formations himself, he was not unfamiliar with them.

He never expected that Lin Moyu would have set up a formation here in advance, just waiting for him to step in.

Yan Bei thought to himself, "He is actually a formation master."

Lin Moyu was not just a formation master, but one of an extremely high rank.

To be able to affect him with a formation, the rank of this formation could not be low.

A sense of unease rose in his heart. He waved his hand to recall his battle saber, and flames burned furiously on his body, turning into a flame armor.

At the same time, he continued to charge toward Lin Moyu. Although his speed had decreased significantly, with his strength, it would only take a few seconds to break out of the formation.

Bang!

The space in front of him exploded with a bang, and dozens of spatial blades swept toward him. The spatial blades came so suddenly that Yan Bei had no time to react.

The battle saber enlarged, turning into a shield to block in front of him.

The spatial blades slammed into the battle saber, and the massive force shook Yan Bei, forcing him backward repeatedly.

At this moment, he was still manifesting his Dao True Body. With his huge size, the battle saber could not fully protect him.

Several spatial blades bypassed the battle saber and slashed onto his body.

The flame armor on his body was sliced open, and the spatial blades drew lines of blood.

Yan Bei let out a muffled groan and retreated rapidly with a hint of panic.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

As he retreated, space continuously ruptured, and thousands of spatial blades flew out, sweeping in from all directions in an overwhelming deluge, giving Yan Bei absolutely no chance to dodge.

Yan Bei dispelled his Dao True Body, his size rapidly shrinking, while his battle saber split into eight, surrounding him closely.

The spatial blades bombarded the battle sabers like a torrential rain, producing intense rumbles.

The battle sabers shook violently. If they weren't magic treasures of the Dao Venerable 7th Realm, they would have been blasted to pieces by the spatial blades long ago. "What a powerful formation!"

Yan Bei found that he had still underestimated Lin Moyu, who could actually set up such a powerful formation.

Lin Moyu stood outside the formation with a smile on his face. "Welcome to my formation."

Yan Bei saw Lin Moyu's detestable smile. "Once this old man gets out, I will definitely tear you to shreds."

Lin Moyu smiled. "Then let's talk about it when you get out. But I must say, this place is truly a great spot."

"If the space here weren't deep enough, my formation's power might not have been this great."

The Space-Splitting Killing Formation was currently continuously absorbing power from space, forming spatial blades.

In this space similar to a Secret Realm, the spatial stability was inferior to that of the Origin Continent, and the spatial depth was sufficient, which further enhanced the power of the Space-Splitting Killing Formation.

Originally, the dual formation fusion of talisman tools of the Space-Splitting Killing Formation had a power close to an eighth-rank formation.

Now, it was even closer to an eighth-rank formation, already comparable to some eighth-rank formations.

Yan Bei also seemed to realize this, and his face turned incredibly unsightly.

By some strange twist of fate, he had actually helped Lin Moyu.

Lin Moyu knew very well that part of the reason for this was the Great Dao of Luck.

His own luck was strong enough, while Yan Bei's luck was far inferior to his, so many things would turn out to his advantage.

The influence of the Great Dao of Luck often occurred silently and imperceptibly. Sometimes it was immediate, and sometimes it erupted at a certain critical juncture.