"It has indeed been many years since we last met."

Yinyang Potian glanced at the Demon Soul, unfazed, and said, "I didn't expect you had stepped into the Half-Immortal Realm."

Mo Yun approached with a calm smile, "Brother Yinyang, there has been no enmity between us, nor any conflict between the Soul-Devouring Sect and your Yin Yang Family. The Soul-Devouring Sect has never killed any of your clan members."

"I have always regarded Brother Yinyang as a friend. I really don't understand why your Yin Yang Family would strike."

"'Friend' is not quite the word," Yinyang Potian replied mildly, "Sect Leader Mo Hun, don't think that I don't know what you are up to—aren't you after the Ancient Power of our Yin Yang Family?"

Mo Hun's deep, old eyes flashed with a barely perceptible cold light as he smiled faintly, "So, Brother Yinyang, are you determined to become an enemy of our Soul-Devouring Sect? Pity, you can't stop me."

With those words spoken,

Mo Hun's body suddenly vanished, his speed incredibly fast.

The moment Mo Hun disappeared, Yinyang Potian vanished as well.

In an instant,

Mo Yun had just flickered in front of Mie Yunkong, who was completely unaware, the speed exceeding his neural response.

As Mo Yun appeared, Yinyang Potian's ruthless and unfeeling palm already crashed down, and the speed seemed even more terrifying than Mo Yun's.

"Boom!"

"Buzzing!"

Yinyang Potian's palm landed, and the terrifying power actually hit the air, causing the space to violently shake and shatter.

A seemingly ordinary palm strike contained a fearsome, destructive power.

"Boom Boom Boom!"

"Puff Puff Puff!"

As Yinyang Potian's palm was unleashed, several explosive sounds reached his ears, and he saw that the Great Demon King and Mo Qianjun, along with other Tribulation Stage powerhouses, all spurted blood and were sent flying.

Mo Hun said proudly, "Brother Yinyang, you can't stop me."

"The speed is terrifying! I couldn't even see how he moved." Yinyang Potian frowned deeply, although he had been mentally prepared, he was still utterly shocked.

The moment Yinyang Potian unleashed his palm, it seemed Mo Hun was unable to evade, yet, in fact, he had already severely injured over a dozen Tribulation Stage powerhouses with even more terrifying speed.

Not only that,

Mo Hun was already at Yinyang Potian's right side.

At this moment, Yinyang Potian had just withdrawn his palm.

Who could match such terrifying speed?

The disparity in strength was evident merely from their speed.

"I can't detect anything." The Great Demon King was filled with terror.

Mo Qianjun thought with extreme fear, "Is this the power of the Half-Immortal Realm?"

Whether it was the Great Demon King or Mo Qianjun, neither of them could react, nor did they know what had happened.

"Boom!"

The instant Yinyang Potian turned to gaze at Mo Hun, another explosive sound occurred, and Mie Yunkong spurted blood and was shot out like a cannonball, his life or death unknown.

Once more, Yinyang Potian was astounded by Mo Hun's terrifying speed.

"Brother Yinyang, have you made up your mind to oppose me?" Mo Hun asked with a faint smile, his words carrying a hint of arrogance.

"Buzzing!"

Yinyang Potian extended his hand to grasp an Immortal Sword from the air, and the terrifying and mighty Water Attribute Spiritual Power of the Late Stage of Mahayana erupted fully, the overwhelming momentum surging straight to the Nine Heavens.

Yinyang Potian mercilessly thrust a fierce sword.

This was Yinyang Potian's response.

Even though Mo Hun had reached the Half-Immortal Realm, Yinyang Potian was not afraid in the slightest.

"Ding!"

When the sword was just half an inch from Mo Hun's forehead, Mo Hun's two fingers instantly caught the Immortal Sword.

The indifferent smile on Mo Hun's old face had disappeared, replaced by coldness.

"Whoosh!"

Mo Yun darted over, his old face fierce like a vicious tiger.

"Yinyang Potian! I, the elder, will not forgive you!" Mo Yun's fierce gaze locked onto Yinyang Potian, wishing to tear him to shreds.

In the Medicine God Hall,

Yao Xuan and others wore pale faces, all exceptionally somber.

Yao Xuan furrowed his brow and shook his head, saying, "Yinyang Potian is not his opponent."

"The strength of Mo Hun surpasses our imagination." Yinyang Lie optimistically smiled and said, "Even so, we will still intervene, we can't just watch Third Brother get killed, can we?"

Beside him, Yinyang Nine Nether frowned, saying, "Moreover, the Soul-Devouring Sect will not spare the Yin Yang Family, this old thing Mo Hun has been coveting the power of our Yin Yang Family's Yin Yang Curse Vein for years."

"Even if our Yin Yang Family doesn't act, after this battle, Mo Hun, having breached the Half-Immortal Realm, will make a move against our Yin Yang Family."

The power of the Yin Yang Curse Vein, which is the Mysterious Power within Yinyang Wan'Er.

Outside the Ancient Celestial Mountain,

"He is indeed the strongest of the three major cultivation families." The Heavenly Dao Sect Leader smiled slightly, "Yinyang Potian indeed has the courage to confront the Half-Immortal Realm, but it's also seeking death."

Although Yinyang Potian is the strongest of the three major cultivation families, his cultivation is merely Late Stage Mahayana.

Compared to Mo Hun's Half-Immortal Realm, the gap is vast.

The Fire Spirit Race Leader glanced at the Beidou Patriarch and asked with a faint smile, "Beidou Patriarch, Yinyang Potian has come, don't you intend to act?"

"None of your business." The Beidou Patriarch replied coldly.

High in the sky.

Looking at Mo Hun, whose old face turned cold, Yinyang Potian smiled faintly, "Sect Leader Mo Hun, fighting you might just help me break through the realm."

With those words,

A vast Sword Intent swept out from Yinyang Potian's body.

"Brother Yinyang, you have found the wrong person. Even if you breakthrough, you are not my match." Mo Hun replied coldly, not considering Yinyang Potian a threat with his Half-Immortal Realm strength.

"Immortal Technique! Yin Yang Divine Sword!" Yinyang Potian shouted coldly, and the Immortal Sword burst forth with dazzling blue light, suddenly unleashing terrifying Sword Aura Power.

With the cold shout, the violent terrifying Sword Aura Power erupted from the sword's tip, and Yinyang Potian forcibly slashed down with a sword.

But unfortunately, the Immortal Sword was firmly pinched by Mo Hun's two fingers and couldn't move.

No matter how Yinyang Potian tried, he couldn't slash down a sword.

"Brother Yinyang, this amount of strength is still not enough, the Yin-Yang Technique is useless in the face of absolute power." Mo Hun remarked coldly, a trace of fierce killing intent flashing in his old eyes.

"Yin Yang Mirror!" Yinyang Potian summoned another Immortal Artifact, a mirror rapidly expanded to a size of several zhang.

"The Yin Yang Mirror can bewilder the mind!" Mo Hun slightly furrowed his brow and immediately retreated.

"Yin Yang Shadow!" Seizing the opportunity, Yinyang Potian didn't slash down with this sword but instead chased after with a Body Technique.

In the blink of an eye, Yinyang Potian had flickered above Mo Hun's head, fiercely slashing down with the Immortal Sword imbued with terrifying Sword Aura.

"He only used the Yin Yang Mirror to confuse me!" Mo Hun's old face changed, and a surge of anger rose in his heart.

"Boom!"

The terrifying Sword Aura Power struck Mo Hun solidly, the explosion was earth-shattering, deafening, the destructive explosive power recklessly swept out, as if intending to completely obliterate this piece of heaven and earth.

This sword stunned all the spectators.

Yinyang Potian had actually succeeded in hitting Mo Hun.

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