Chapter Thirteen: Trampling the Invincible
Mo Fan had never been a killer by nature, but to survive, there were some people he had no choice but to slay. And the burly man before him was one such person he had to kill.
Facing them, Mo Fan felt no sentiment. In the entire Shenmu Village, aside from the old grandfather who raised him and a sister whose face he could no longer recall, Mo Yi, everyone else was a stranger to him.
His fist came down without an ounce of mercy.
He was keenly aware that if he were the one lying on the ground at this moment, these people would show no leniency—perhaps even more cruelty.
Boom!
His fist struck a piece of metal, and the immense spiritual power trembled slightly. Mo Fan was sent tumbling through the air like a rice dumpling caught in a gale.
“Kid, you seem to be getting carried away. The three great families are still here. This isn’t your place to make a scene,” said a youth from the Shangguan family, who wielded a long spear—Shangguan Wudi.
He blocked Mo Fan’s punch, helped the burly man to his feet, and signaled his disciples to drag the man away from the battlefield. Then, with a pointed spear, a fierce chill surged toward Mo Fan.
“Wow!”
The chilling cold was extraordinarily fierce, causing all the people and beasts nearby to step back several paces.
A cold shiver ran through Mo Fan as the chill infiltrated his body, his face immediately paling.
Shangguan Wudi and Chen Dong were both prodigies of the Domain Splitting stage, and both had opened frost-type wild domains. But this youth before him was far stronger than Chen Dong, the so-called second-generation heir of Shenmu Village.
“Haha, this kid. Thinks he’s invincible just because of brute strength. Not a single move can get past our young master—what a loser!” one disciple scoffed.
“That’s right. Don’t you see who our young master is? Across the entire Wailing Peak, other than Wang Ping, who else can match his sharpness?” another chimed in.
“A reckless fool, overestimating himself. Looks like his life ends here,” yet another sneered.
Mo Fan, invaded by the biting cold and momentarily immobilized, was the subject of the Shangguan disciples’ boasting and flattery.
Shangguan Wudi’s move was indeed formidable. With just a thread of cold energy, he had repelled many strong opponents—a truly impressive feat.
Mo Fan struggled to endure, letting the chill spread across his entire body.
The overwhelming cold pressed on him like a weight ten times stronger, suffocating him.
Yet he persisted, silently summoning his spiritual sea with his mind, where something vital awaited him.
A seemingly inconspicuous black scripture, so insignificant that no one would bend down to pick it up if dropped in the street.
Mo Fan recalled a stormy night ten years ago. He and his sister were dozing indoors when a black lightning bolt startled them awake. Before his eyes floated this black scripture. Curious and unaware, Mo Fan reached out to touch it.
The moment he touched it, the world dimmed; the black scripture entered his body, shaping the man he had become.
From childhood, he had been sentenced to death—unable to open his own wild domain, destined to be a mere mortal.
Yet fate was not entirely cruel. At nine years old, the black scripture within him suddenly stirred, pointing Mo Fan toward a clear path: before opening his own wild domain, he could train and strengthen himself.
This path was no shortcut but a mysterious cultivation method called the Heavenly Yang Technique.
Mo Fan clearly remembered it stating: To cultivate this method, one must first undergo body tempering, condense a primal core, using this core as the source of life force, endlessly proliferating.
Normally, without opening a wild domain, one could not temper their body. Yet the Heavenly Yang Technique was an exception, teaching one how to temper the body before the domain’s emergence.
In three years, although Mo Fan had yet to open his domain and was unable to temper his triple burner for some reason, he had forged a body as tough as one in the body tempering stage, with copper-like skin and iron-like bones.
Now, with Shangguan Wudi’s chilling energy so intense, how could Mo Fan let it go to waste?
This was far stronger than what Chen Dong had unleashed—a perfect tool for body tempering.
Silently repeating the summons, his body endured, enveloped in a thin layer of ice crystals.
His precarious state caused great concern. A youth from the Ning family, carrying a broad sword on his back, stared intently at the battlefield. His clenched fists pierced his flesh until blood dripped to the ground, staining it red, yet his gaze never left Mo Fan.
Ning Hongluan and others wore grim expressions, worried for Mo Fan.
Wang Ping grinned broadly, silently pronouncing Mo Fan’s death sentence.
No one could break through Shangguan Wudi’s icy domain. Even Wang Ping himself, once trapped in ice, found escape difficult—not to mention this insignificant ant who hadn’t even opened a wild domain.
The three burly men from Shenmu Village, who Mo Fan hadn’t slain, sneered coldly, their faces void of mercy.
He was doomed; this was the verdict of everyone present.
Such was the world—survival of the fittest.
Amid the icy prison, Mo Fan smiled faintly. The black scripture glowed, a series of characters rising from his mind to form a luminous halo around him.
The halo resembled dragons and tigers, vast and boundless, swallowing mountains and rivers.
As the scripture appeared, the world dimmed.
Shangguan Wudi’s wild domain trembled violently. The spiritual energy in his dantian was consumed strand by strand, instantly hollowing him out.
With his energy gone, Shangguan Wudi’s face changed drastically. His spear clattered to the ground as he collapsed to his knees.
“Broken!”
Kneeling, Shangguan Wudi’s icy prison shattered. Mo Fan roared, breaking through the thin ice covering him, standing unscathed before everyone.
“What’s going on?”
“He—he’s actually okay?”
“Impossible. That spear is the Shadow Chill Spear, and with his body tempering stage strength, he shouldn’t be able to break free from that ice.”
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