87: C87 Axe Force

C87 Axe Force

Everyone's expressions changed. They sat on Mo Shaoqian and stood up with a whoosh. Provoking and humiliating Mo Feng was already slapping him in the face, and now that so many traitors had been eradicated, he didn't mind killing one more today. He might not have the qualifications to pave the way for Mo Feng, but he could still help Mo Feng solve all the problems that awaited him!

"Are you saying that I don't have the qualifications?" Mo Feng said indifferently as he stood in front of Mo Yancai.

"Hmph, Mo Feng, you are just an ant to me. Don't think that just because you have Master San and Master Fang backing you up you can act brazenly. Once you leave the Mo family, you alone can protect the inheritance?" Mo Yan said in a low voice, his tone full of disdain, even threatening.

The corner of Mo Feng's mouth raised into a sneer, his hand turned, and grasped his battle axe.

"Then today, I can let you see whether or not I have the qualifications."

Upon seeing this, everyone's eyes widened as they simultaneously sneered in ridicule.

"Is this trash crazy? Does he think he is invincible just because he has some ability?"

"Mo Yanzhi is at the peak of Star Pool, just how much strength does he have? He's just looking to die."

"I wonder if Mo Shaoqian will agree to it."

Everyone turned to look at Mo Shaoqian, only to see an anxious expression appearing on Mo Shaoqian's face, but he did not stop him. Everyone laughed coldly, and did not stop him, but was he planning to watch this trash die?

Mo Yan then looked at Mo Shaoqian. Seeing that he did not say a word, he then looked at Mo Feng and laughed.

"Mo Feng, if even San Ye doesn't stop you, you're dead for sure!"

"Is that so?" Mo Feng said coldly, he moved the axe in his hand and released a cold light.

"Clang!"

No one stopped him. Today, he would not allow Mo Feng to live past the second day, to go to the City Lord's Mansion's banquet and dare to slap his face. Today, Mo Feng's life and the Mo family's legacy, were all his!

"Wind Tyrant Technique!" Mo Yan then roared out, he was also using the Mo family's middle Huang class battle skill, but its power was much weaker than the one Mo Shaoqian used.

"Demon Axe Power!"

Mo Feng bellowed, the light on the axe became even brighter, and a gloomy Qi swept out, before Mo Yan could make his move, he felt a chill in his heart, he suddenly shook his head, and looked at Mo Feng who was starting to have a look in his eyes, and continued to attack.

"There's something strange about this battle skill."

"Clang!"

"Whoosh!"

As the attacks collided, Mo Feng was pushed back two steps. However, Mo Yan just stood there steadily, his strength clearly shown.

"Trash is trash. You think that you can look down on others just because you've recovered some of your strength." The surrounding people shook their heads and sneered. In their eyes, Mo Feng's death was already decided.

"It's nothing more than that." Mo Yan sneered. To think that he even had a hint of caution. Now it seemed that he was only so.

Seeing that his face was growing more and more gloomy, Mo Shaoqian couldn't help but to take action. He understood that Mo Feng never spoke louder than usual and also prayed that Mo Feng could defeat Mo Yan. However, from the looks of it now, he was definitely not a match for him.

They understood, Mo Shaoqian would definitely not let Mo Feng die here. The moment Mo Shaoqian took action, they would immediately stop him, if not, as long as Mo Feng lived for a day, it would be hard for them to obtain the inheritance even if they had to bite down on it. It would be hard to even take a look at it.

"Trash, you truly do have some ability, but unfortunately, your growth is still too slow." Mo Yan approached with a victorious grin on his face.

Looking at Mo Yan, Mo Feng's mouth suddenly curled into a sneer, he turned his axe, and the ray of light above turned white, bringing about a holy aura!

Mo Yan did not notice this point. Seeing Mo Feng's sneer, he frowned, but immediately laughed sinisterly. A trash like him wouldn't be able to create such a huge wave. The sharp sword in his hand slightly trembled. A thin breeze blew and then gathered into a whirlpool.

All of the Hand-Owner focused their gazes. A light wind was blowing, and a cool breeze was blowing, this meant that he had already cultivated his battle skill to the Small Success Realm. Even if he could not compare to the Hand-Owner, it would be extremely difficult for him to achieve this level of cultivation.

"If Mo Yanyu is able to make a breakthrough in his stellar state and reach the three stars, his future is limitless!" Even Mo Shaoqian could not help but be moved. Mo Yan did indeed have some talent, but compared to Mo Feng who suddenly thought of the scene when Mo Feng was condensing the Star Seal, he was confused.1

"Did Mo Feng really communicate with a star? Could it really be a 2nd Heavenly Layer star? " Mo Shaoqian was shocked by this thought in his mind. He had never heard of anyone being able to connect to a second sky star in the Star Seal Realm, this was an iron law of the Heavenly Star Continent. Not to mention breaking through to the second heaven, even those who had broken through to the stellar state realm had to be extremely cautious in order to reach the second heaven.

"But if it wasn't for the Second Heavenly Layer, how could he have trained so quickly?" If it wasn't for that, a mere star definitely wouldn't have allowed Mo Feng to reach such a realm in such a short amount of time.

Even if it was just a pile of star stones, it wouldn't do. If it could do, then there would be experts everywhere. As for the fortuitous encounter that Mo Feng spoke of, he could no longer believe it at the moment.

"Wind Tyrant Technique!"

Mo Yan then roared and charged towards Mo Feng, his attacks becoming fiercer! Mo Feng stood there without moving, his eyes slightly narrowed.

"Axe Force!"

He suddenly roared in his heart and used the second style of the Battle-Heavenly Tyrant Axe for the second time. The white light on the battle axe became even brighter as he raised the battle axe and rushed forward.

Mo Yan saw his pupils suddenly contract. At this moment, he felt as if a saint descended from the heavens to cleanse the world. His mind shook, and he wanted to put down his weapon and sincerely convert.

"What kind of battle skill is that?!" He bit the tip of his tongue to clear his mind, but the white light was still interfering, so he could only brace himself and attack.

"Clang!"

With a crisp sound, Mo Yan stood still and stared wide-eyed, blood starting to appear on his face!

"Crack!"

"Clang clang!"

In the midst of his dazed gaze, the sharp sword broke and fell to the ground.

"How could this be?" Mo Yancai's heart was already filled with rumbling thunder, the pain from the wounds on his face no longer mattered. In the blink of an eye, his battle skill had been broken, even reversed, and it cut his face.

This situation was very simple, it was Mo Feng who found out the flaw in the battle skill, allowing his attack to become extremely weak. However, Extreme Wind Tyrant Technique was a powerful combat skill that had been passed down in the Mo family for a long time. It could be said that it was the foundation of the Mo family, and no one could find any flaws, so how did Mo Feng find it?

"Mo Feng, how did you find out?" Mo Yan asked bitterly, but before he could finish, a white light flashed, and his throat slowly split open as blood flowed out, and he used an axe to slice his throat!

"Bam!"

Mo Feng looked at Mo Yan coldly as he fell. In his previous life, he had cultivated the Tyrant Wind Technique and in the eyes of the Heavenly Monarch, this battle skill was already full of flaws!

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