Chapter 4183: Devastation
At the same time, a chilling shriek erupted from atop the bird's back. It turned out that Holy Son Miyan had seized the opportunity, stabbing the person who had been lurking on the bird's back, ambushing Mo Lian. That individual plummeted from the bird's back, and Holy Son Miyan swiftly decapitated them with two sword strikes.
He glanced back to see the three Soul-Chasing Arrows relentlessly pursuing the Crown Prince as if fueled by adrenaline.
Crown Prince Mo's face remained impassive. Several tendrils of black flame shot from his fingertips, abruptly engulfing the three pursuing Soul-Chasing Arrows.
Second Young Master Qin observed the Crown Prince with a cold gaze, watching as the three aggressively approaching Soul-Chasing Arrows were melted into a black liquid in mere moments, enveloped by the Crown Prince's black flames.
"A Sacred Artifact Master!" Everyone was astonished; those who understood the implications couldn't help but gape. These three Soul-Chasing Arrows were clearly extraordinary, yet Crown Prince Mo had melted them in such a short time, using only his black flames. It was clear just how powerful his mastery of the art of artifact refining was. Any spirited artifact that dared to challenge him was simply courting death!
With a flick of his hand, Mo Lian collected the melted liquid into a bottle.
Meanwhile, the nine-headed monstrous bird roared, breaking free from its restraints! However, it was quickly entangled again by a water-spirit barrier and a wood-spirit barrier, thanks to the combined efforts of Holy Son Miyan and Immortal Venerable Peach Blossom.
Mo Lian soared upwards. With a raise of his Dark Moon blade, he swiftly, at the speed of light, sliced off half of one of the nine-headed monstrous bird's heads.
The monstrous bird shrieked in agonizing, ghostly wails. Its sharp, bizarre cries instantly dazed several cultivators who were battling zombie puppets. The monstrous bird then dragged its massive wings, turning and leaving everyone behind as it hastily fled the area.
Shattered chariots immediately plummeted from the sky, with sturdy wooden pieces occasionally striking the crowd below. People scattered, looking up to see the monstrous bird escaping. Large numbers of harpies also seemed to flee in panic after a fierce shriek from the monstrous bird.
A sense of relief surged through everyone. They finally drove these creatures away!
But Mo Lian and Qiao Mu's expressions were far from relaxed; their faces were grim. The things the Heavenly Fate could produce seemed to be getting stronger and stronger. How could the common people possibly live peacefully in the future?
Although the remaining zombie puppets were dealt with, Qiao Mu and her group felt no ease. After all, it was uncertain whether the wounded crowd would be extensively infected.
A perfectly good Heavenly Origin Tournament had ended in such a manner, leaving people with a sense of regret.
Mo Lian turned his head, looking in the direction where Second Brother Qin had been standing, only to find he had already left. First Young Master Qin remained, leading several junior members of the Qin Residence in helping to treat the crowd.
"What are you looking at?" The little stoic tugged at his sleeve.
Mo Lian shook his head. He was wondering just how much Second Brother Qin wished for his death. But did he really think that if he died, he could reconcile with Qiao Qiao? What a foolish pipe dream. Even if he were gone, there was still Duan Yue. It would never be Qin Xin's turn to take care of Qiao Qiao.
Bah, he was starting to be assimilated by Qiao Qiao, always comparing everyone to Duan Yue.
The two left the Saint Jiawei Arena and found devastation outside. The streets were filled with actively transforming zombie puppets, and the city guard was busy hunting and killing them.
They exchanged glances.