Chu Mo could naturally tell as well; he knew that if it weren't for Jiang Caiyue bringing people here to wait for him, he might have faced a fierce attack as soon as he appeared. Even if they couldn't kill him, inflicting severe injuries on him would still count as a victory.

But now, those tactics naturally couldn't be used. The group of people brought by Jiang Caiyue were not just for show.

Upon finally entering this territory, Chu Mo took a deep breath. This place was almost every cultivator's dreamland, a sacred and pure land. However, it was not his. He once swore to turn this place upside down and then rescue his mother. It just never occurred to him that the Imperial Clan would change their attitude.

So, the remaining issue was how to deal with those supreme beings.

"Let's go, I'll take you to the arena!" Jiang Caiyue directly summoned a huge warship. The warship was snowy white, with a blood-red Jiang character on it, as if reminding everyone of the origins of this warship.

"That is the personal vessel of the Jiang Family's head of the house... It's a holy artifact!" someone whispered the origins of the warship.

Chu Mo looked at the warship and smiled faintly. The seemingly casual act by Jiang Caiyue had essentially declared the Jiang Family's stance to the world. The so-called neutral attitude was nothing more than an excuse. At the critical moment, the Jiang Family... was still one with the Ji Clan of the Imperial Clan.

After Chu Mo and Zi Dao, along with others, boarded the warship, they saw two individuals who were somewhat surprising yet not unexpected.

Ji Qi, Prince Ji.

At this moment, Ji Qi was completely different from how he was at the Trial Field. Dressed in a blue robe and wearing a purple-golden crown, with sword-like brows and starry eyes, the breadth of a great world was continuously evolving in his eyes. A hint of the aura of a king had already begun to emerge from him.

Seeing Chu Mo, Ji Qi smiled slightly: "Cousin, we meet again."

Cousin!

Being the eldest prince of the current generation of the Luotian Imperial Clan, the significance of Ji Qi uttering these two words was profound. To some extent, he could already represent the entire Luotian Imperial Clan. By calling him cousin, he was also telling Chu Mo that the Luotian Imperial Clan had recognized him.

A sneer came from the side. It emanated from the nostrils of Prince Ji.

Chu Mo looked up at Prince Ji, who rolled his eyes and said coldly, "Don't think that just because they recognize you, I will too. Chu Mo, you knew who I was, yet you snatched a monster from me!"

"..." Ji Qi could not help but twitch the muscles on his face and coughed lightly.

Only then did Prince Ji begrudgingly say, "In any case, until I've taught Zhong Sheng a harsh lesson, I won't recognize you!"

"Teaching Zhong Sheng a lesson is my business, it has nothing to do with you." Chu Mo said indifferently, ignoring the displeased look on Prince Ji's face. Then, he turned to Ji Qi and asked softly, "How are my parents doing?"

Although Chu Mo did not call him cousin, Ji Qi did not mind, and instead answered with a gentle smile: "Your aunt and your uncle are both fine; they're also waiting for you at the arena."

Is he about to meet his mother? Chu Mo felt a surge of excitement, and for a moment, he fell silent.

Jiang Caiyue stood aside, her eyes flickering, her thoughts a mystery.

Zi Dao and Liu Yunfeng were relatively at ease; after all, they were considered figures of influence in the Trial Field.

But the bald chef and Lin Xiu were quite constrained.

In their wildest dreams, they never thought they would meet so many influential figures in their lifetime.

The one who called Chu Mo cousin... wasn't that a prince from the Luotian Imperial Clan?

And that cold and noble lady, she was none other than Jiang Caiyue, the princess of the legendary Jiang Family.

If it hadn't been for the inappropriateness of the setting, the bald chef might even have wanted to shout towards the sky to vent the emotions in his heart.

Lin Xiu's feelings were also extremely agitated. Sitting close to Liu Yunfeng, she cautiously observed everything around her. Liu Yunfeng gently wrapped his arm around Lin Xiu, signaling her to relax and not be too nervous.

At that moment, Ji Qi suddenly said, "Cousin, how confident are you in this battle?"

Chu Mo raised his head, looked at Ji Qi, and slightly furrowed his brows, saying, "Hard to tell."

Ji Qi said, "Zhong Sheng has always been concealing his true combat strength, and with the Zhong Family being a family with supreme beings at its helm, the depth of their roots is hard for outsiders to imagine. I know you have several powerful dharma instruments. But the Zhong Family has them as well! And those dharma instruments might not be weaker than the ones you possess."

Chu Mo nodded.

Ji Qi continued, "The Zhong Family's ancestral artifact, the Lifeloss Bell, once activated to its full power, can instantly kill a Great Saint. It's very hard to defend against. I think Zhong Sheng will most likely bring this ancestral artifact to fight you. When that time comes, you have to be cautious. I even suspect that he might immediately use this dharma instrument the moment he fights you."

Zi Dao couldn't help but inhale sharply. According to legend, that ancestral artifact of the Zhong Family had always been in the hands of that supreme being of their family. Could it be that because of a battle between younger generations, that supreme being would hand over the ancestral artifact? Realizing the identity of Chu Mo, Zi Dao could somewhat understand. Perhaps those supreme beings had no energy to deal with Chu Mo personally, but they were definitely the ones who wanted Chu Mo dead the most. Thus, handing over an ancestral artifact to the younger generation didn't seem strange after all.

Liu Yunfeng looked at Chu Mo with some worry, wanting to say something but eventually deciding not to. He was afraid that speaking up might affect Chu Mo's mindset.

The worry was evident in Ye Qing's pair of water-cutting eyes.

Jiang Caiyue sat quietly, watching Chu Mo with a look of curiosity filling her eyes. She had recently heard quite a lot about Chu Mo and felt that for someone to achieve what he had in such a short period of time was nothing short of a miracle.

The qi movement on him was indeed too strong. It was even not weaker than those young Heavenly Geniuses who had been imbued with a stream of Primordial World's energy.

Jiang Caiyue did not feel the breath of the Primordial energy on Chu Mo, so she was almost certain that Chu Mo was not imbued with it. Suddenly, an unquenchable thought sprung up in her heart: if Chu Mo were to slay Zhong Sheng and seize the Primordial energy within him, what would he then become?

Chu Mo smiled and looked at Ji Qi, saying, "Then let's see who is faster!"

Outside the ancient lands of the Jiang Family.

Large numbers of cultivators continually flocked here, breaking the peace of this territory that had lasted for countless years.

Because here, two great battles were about to erupt, father against son! The Zhong Family against the Imperial Clan! In the end, who could become the ultimate victor? At least for now, more people were favoring the side of the Zhong Family.

The qi movement of the Imperial Clan may be very strong, but the foundation of the Zhong Family was in no way inferior to the Imperial Clan's.

Chu Mo and his father, who both came from the Yanhuang region which had been sealed for many years, were seen by countless people as true hillbillies, barbarians from the wilderness!

"Cultivators from such a place are capable of battling with the high and mighty of the Luotian Immortal Domain?"

There were too many who held this view.

The warship descended, and in an instant, countless eyes fell upon the entrance of the warship.

Then, the figures that walked out from the warship, each and every one, were the focus of everyone's attention.

Especially Chu Mo, as he stepped out of the warship, he felt too many intents. At his level, he could instantly perceive such undisguised emotions, clear and distinct.

Malice!

Jealousy!

Derision!

Contempt!

Disdain!

Curiosity!

All kinds of emotions, like a tide, overwhelmingly surged towards Chu Mo.

Chu Mo's gaze, like the depths of still water, did not ripple. He calmly looked at the crowd, then stepped off the warship.

Next, under the lead of Jiang Caiyue, he walked directly towards a certain direction. There, was the encampment of the Luotian Imperial Clan!

Ji Qi and Prince Ji, faced with these unabashed emotions, also kept their composure. Prince Ji might appear to be quite hot-tempered, but that too depended on the situation. He wasn't always so fiery. At this moment, he displayed the demeanor fitting for a descendant of the Imperial Clan.

Without a sidelong glance, with a face of composure, he walked under the scrutiny of countless people.

But inside, he was very displeased. Although he did not like Chu Mo - yes, he never hid this thought - he disliked even more the crowd gathered here. He scoffed inwardly: You look down on Chu Mo? He's much stronger than you! A flick of his finger could suppress you all!

Liu Yunfeng and Zi Dao, also seemed very calm. As elites who had emerged from the Trial Field, this kind of scene was nothing to them. Liu Yunfeng tightly held Lin Xiu's hand, then turned to the bald chef wearing a clown mask, who seemed very nervous, and smiled, "Don't be afraid, just pretend they don't exist. Moreover, it won't be long before their gazes towards us will turn into looking up!"

Just like those people did not hide their emotions, Liu Yunfeng... likewise did not conceal his attitude!

He said these words openly!

At that moment, a disdainful sneer came from afar: "Look up? Dragons do not dwell with snakes, the cultivators of the Luotian Immortal Domain will never look up to a bunch of bumpkins from the eight major regions!"

Liu Yunfeng suddenly raised his head, his eyes shooting out a thick intent to fight, coldly saying, "Zhong Sheng!"

Prince Ji could not help but sneer over there: "You think you qualify to call yourself a dragon?"

"If I don't have the right, do you perhaps have it?" From afar, a young man in white, accompanied by an extraordinarily gorgeous woman, was steadily stepping towards this place. He naturally carried an air of arrogance that overlooked the entire world.

Prince Ji's eyebrows twitched, wanting to retaliate, but he was stopped by Ji Qi's voice transmission. A member of the royal house publicly quarreling here, win or lose, would still be a loss.

"Ouyang Fei..." Zi Dao said softly from the side, a faint trace of sadness in his eyes.

Zhong Sheng, looking at Zi Dao, said lightly, "Zi Dao, we meet again. Unfortunately, this time, you still picked the wrong side."

"Is that so?" Zi Dao raised his head, his eyes regaining firmness as if he hadn't seen the stunning woman beside Zhong Sheng at all, "Right or wrong, who's to say?"

"Haha, you're still so confident, hmm, blindly confident." A mocking smile crossed Zhong Sheng's face, then he said, "How come, not greeting your beloved?"

A murmuring erupted among countless onlookers.

The gorgeous woman beside Zhong Sheng's face slightly reddened. She shot Zhong Sheng a reproachful look and then, with an easy grace, turned towards Zi Dao: "Zi Dao, we meet again."

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