C43 You Deserve to Die

If it weren't for his fear of Mo Lianshen, Mo Yanglin would have immediately killed Mo Changyou.

"Mo Changyou, I've heard that you've covertly mastered the Dragon Tiger Fist from the Qian family. Is there any truth to this?" Mo Yanglin didn't mince words as he confronted him.

Many disciples witnessed Mo Changyou utilizing the Dragon Tiger Fist during their time at the Azure Dragon Pagoda.

As Mo Yanglin spoke, a significant number of disciples congregated around the expansive Mo family martial field.

"To covertly learn a cultivation technique? That's a capital offense!" exclaimed a disciple.

"Indeed. It appeared that Mo Changyou employed the Dragon Tiger Fist while navigating the challenges of the Azure Dragon Pagoda," another disciple chimed in.

"Mo Changyou has stolen the Qian family's cultivation technique. Is he seeking death? In the Empire, stealing cultivation techniques is a capital crime," remarked another disciple.

They regarded Mo Changyou with looks of bewilderment. Could this individual, with merely Grade Nine Talent, be unaware that stealing cultivation techniques was a capital offense?

Meanwhile, Mo Yanglin gazed down at Mo Changyou, his aged face etched with a frigid smile.

"How dare you harm my son? Today, I will ensure you die without a place to lay your remains!" Mo Yanglin seethed internally, his fists clenched in anger.

"I have indeed practiced the Dragon Tiger Fist, but how could I have possibly done so covertly? If you believe someone with Grade Nine Talent like myself could stealthily learn the Qian family's Dragon Tiger Fist, then could you manage to covertly learn an even more formidable cultivation technique?" Mo Changyou's handsome face remained composed as he spoke with a hint of confidence.

Unfazed by the Third Elder's dark demeanor, he exuded self-assurance.

Mo Yanglin's eyes narrowed, his murderous intent growing ever more palpable. The young man before him showed no trace of fear, fueling Mo Yanglin's rage.

What's more, he found himself at a loss for words against Mo Changyou.

A youngster with Grade Nine Talent mastering the Qian family's premier cultivation technique? Who would entertain such a notion?

"Why are you privy to the Qian family's cultivation technique? Are you implying that a disciple from the Qian family personally instructed you?" At that moment, a gruff voice laden with malice cut through the air. The crowd noticed a middle-aged man clad in a yellow robe making his way toward them from another corner of the square. He lumbered over, his corpulent frame barely acknowledging the Third Elder before him, a subtle smile playing on his lips.

The speaker was none other than Qian Hai, the Patriarch of the Qian family!

As Qian Hai drew near, he unleashed the formidable power of his late Spirit Fusion Stage cultivation. The faces of the disciples around him registered shock and awe.

"Qian Hai himself has stepped in; Mo Changyou's fate seems sealed," remarked one disciple.

"Without a doubt. I heard that a Zhao family disciple once secretly learned half of the Qian family's Energy Condensation technique. Qian Hai crippled him, subjected him to daily beatings, and soaked him in salt water. The poor soul would have preferred death to enduring such torment for years," another disciple added, his voice tinged with fear.

A similar sense of dread was evident among some of the nearby elders.

Yet, Mo Changyou, encircled at the center, remained utterly composed.

"Father-in-law, please, you're joking. How could the Qian family's disciples have taught me personally? And how can you prove that the Dragon Tiger Fist is exclusively yours? Is it theft simply because I know it?" Mo Changyou spoke calmly, facing Qian Hai with an ease that belied the intense pressure a Spirit Fusion Stage expert like Qian Hai could exert.

His words visibly rattled the usually shrewd Qian Hai, especially the term 'father-in-law.'

"You insolent brat, do you really think you're good enough for my Hongyun? You're utterly clueless!" Qian Hai bellowed, his voice dripping with scorn and contempt.

"You're not married to Hongyun yet; you have no right to call me father-in-law. And the technique you've just displayed, how could it not belong to the Qian family? In Black Rock City, it's common knowledge that the Dragon Tiger Fist is ours. Currently, the texts detailing the Dragon Tiger Fist are safely housed within our Sutra Library. Are you suggesting they belong to you?" Qian Hai's last words were laced with seething anger.

He unleashed an overwhelming aura, bearing down on Mo Changyou with the might of someone on the cusp of becoming an Inscription Expert. As his rage boiled over, the very air around them seemed to grow hotter.

Suddenly, the shadow of a Heavenly Three-headed Wolf, towering over a hundred feet tall, materialized. Its majestic presence shook the entire Mo family training ground.

Under such overwhelming pressure, even seasoned practitioners of the Energy Condensation Realm could be crushed to death.

Many disciples found themselves struggling to catch their breath.

However, for Mo Changyou, this was hardly a challenge. Qian Hai's aura alone was insufficient to overpower a warrior of the Monarch level. With just a hint of his former glory, Mo Changyou could easily make Qian Hai's knees buckle.

Despite the intense pressure, a sneer formed on Qian Hai's face. He seemed convinced he would see Mo Changyou trembling and spilling his secrets.

Yet, Mo Changyou remained unmoved, standing his ground without a trace of fear – in fact, he almost felt like stretching his legs.

"The Dragon Tiger Fist has always been mine, as is the Heavenly Three-headed Wolf you've summoned," Mo Changyou stated calmly.

He was utterly unfazed by Qian Hai's intimidation.

Qian Hai was taken aback by this defiance.

"Have you lost your mind?" Qian Hai asked, his brow furrowed.

"Are you kidding me? The Heavenly Wolf Technique was just invented by the Patriarch of the Qian family a few days ago. How could it possibly be yours? You're utterly shameless! Apologize to Patriarch Qian immediately. Maybe he'll just cripple your Dantian and limbs instead of killing you!" Mo Yanglin rebuked.

He was convinced that Mo Changyou had gone mad.

"Kneel down this instant! You worthless fool, you've brought shame upon our Mo family," the Third Elder berated.

"Has Mo Changyou lost his senses? Claiming the Heavenly Wolf Technique as his own – he's really asking for death."

"His talent is meager, and he lacks intelligence. Today, it seems his fate is sealed."

"He's clueless and utterly delusional," several Mo family disciples commented. They gazed upon Mo Changyou, encircled and regarded as good as dead.