The Unparalleled Sword Emperor Chapter 2647 - 2622: Third Generation Disciple!

The powerful individuals present from the Wending Realm, upon recalling the events of ten thousand years ago, visibly paled.

A faint, knowing smile played on the lips of the white-haired woman as she surveyed those around her.

The mere appearance of a figure from a millennium prior, now standing before them, was enough to stagger the senses of everyone present!

Mo Qing addressed the woman, "Sister Zhao Yue, though you still draw breath, the assassination decree issued by the Poison God Clan against you remains active. As a disciple of that very clan, encountering you today presents a clear obligation to fulfill the order from that era!"

"The grave missteps you once took, Sister, are beyond my capacity to forgive!" Mo Qing declared, hands clasped in a gesture of respect and solemnity.

The white-haired woman let out a soft laugh. "Young one, you are a third-generation disciple, much like myself. Do you seriously believe you possess the strength to contend with me? Are you truly my equal?"

"I am willing to give it a try!" Mo Qing responded with a smile.

"Even if I am unable to match you today, Sister, word of your survival will undoubtedly reach the Poison God Clan. Subsequently, more formidable cultivators will arrive, leaving you with no avenue of escape!"

The white-haired woman’s voice turned sharp. "Then you had best hasten to deliver your message. Otherwise, once I have resolved these minor disputes on the East Continent and exacted retribution from those who besieged me ten millennia ago, I shall journey to the Southern Continent and personally raze the Poison God Clan!"

Mo Qing’s head moved in a negative gesture. "Sister, you remain as unyielding as you were ten thousand years ago!"

"Now that you have returned, you could have chosen a life of obscurity. Instead, you sow chaos across the East Continent, leading to the tragic demise of countless warriors. This is yet another grave transgression!"

Upon hearing this, the white-haired woman erupted into unrestrained laughter. "Hahaha, Mo Qing, I find myself developing a certain fondness for you. What amuses me is the source of these words!"

"Are you truly a disciple of the Poison God Clan?"

"To utter such condemnations about disturbing the East Continent, labeling it a major sin, if you weren't a third-generation disciple, I would suspect you were a descendant of those ancient monks from the Western Continent!"

"Preposterous!"

"Mo Qing, having perused the ancient texts of the Poison God Clan, you should be well aware that the number of lives extinguished by our clan far surpasses those of your alleged victim!"

"How many lives did the Poison God Clan claim in that era?"

"How many times did the Poison God Clan bring the Barbaric Ancient Continent to the brink of annihilation back then?"

"Hmm?"

"And now, as one of their disciples, you have the audacity to accuse me of disturbing the East Continent?"

"Hahaha, what a jest!" The white-haired woman cackled with mirth.

Mo Qing calmly stated, "The Poison God Clan strayed from the righteous path in the past, but we have since repented and embarked on a new course."

The white-haired woman retorted coldly, "A dog will always return to its vomit!"

Mo Qing shook his head. "Stubborn! Sister, then you must forgive my lack of courtesy!"

"With your current abilities?" the white-haired woman questioned icily.

"Yellow Smoke Bees, Corpse-eating Ants!"

"Breach this grand formation and annihilate them all!"

With a sweep of her hand from the white-haired woman, the Yellow Smoke Bees and Corpse-eating Ants surged forth without restraint!

"Demon Sect cultivators, heed my command and strike!" the white-haired woman bellowed furiously.

At this juncture, even the Four Great Dharma Kings and all the assembled Wending Realm experts commenced their assault, advancing towards the fray!

A colossal battle, a tempestuous surge, had once again commenced!

Mo Qing stepped forward, his voice calm. "Leave these poisonous creatures to me. As for those Demon Sect cultivators, they were originally warriors of the East Continent. It is I who will confront Sister Zhao Yue!"

"I have no intention of interfering in the East Continent's internal affairs; those Demon Sect cultivators are for Sister Xiaoxiao to contend with."

Bai Xiaoxiao nodded in agreement. "Mo Qing, as long as you can neutralize those poisons, the remaining warriors will be handled by us!"

"Very well!" Mo Qing affirmed with a nod.

Without delay, Mo Qing advanced, retrieving a small pouch from his waist. He opened a slit, and a droning sound emanated as countless insects flew out.

All warriors bore witness to an innumerable swarm of tiny golden insects emerging from Mo Qing’s Beast-controlling Bag!

"Golden Holy Bugs!"

"It is now irrefutable proof that you are indeed a third-generation disciple!" The white-haired woman's eyes narrowed.

"Go!" Mo Qing commanded, gesturing with his hand. A multitude of Golden Holy Bugs, released from the Beast-controlling Bag, launched themselves towards the dense cloud of Yellow Smoke Bees.

Two distinct plumes of noxious yellow smoke violently collided in the aerial expanse.

Following this engagement, Mo Qing’s attention turned to the subterranean threat of the Corpse-eating Ants!

Without hesitation, Mo Qing retrieved a dark seed from his Storage Bag. A flicker of reluctance crossed his features, his expression etched with pain, but after a moment of contemplation, he cast the seed onto the ground.

The instant the dark seed touched the soil, it vanished, burrowing deep to take root and sprout with astonishing speed. An ancient tree rapidly materialized before their very eyes!

From the depths of this ancient tree, sharp spikes erupted, impaling the Corpse-eating Ants hidden beneath the soil, vanquishing them one by one amidst the thrashing vines.

The white-haired woman declared with icy disdain, "Poison Immortal Ancient Tree! Such a seed must be exceedingly rare, for the Poison God Clan's entire hoard possesses no more than three!"

"And yet, you expend such a treasure to aid the Eastern Continent's warriors against me!"

Her voice dripped with cold accusation.

Mo Qing met her gaze calmly and replied, "Sister Zhao Yue, in that conflict ten millennia ago, your poisons were either eradicated or scattered. Now, your sole reliance rests upon the Corpse-eating Ants and the Yellow Smoke Bees!"

"Cease this, sister; your defeat today is all but assured!"

Mo Qing's words were spoken with quiet confidence.

The white-haired woman, her face a mask of cold fury, observed as the Poison Immortal Ancient Tree relentlessly hunted down every single Corpse-eating Ant beneath the ground.

Meanwhile, soaring through the air, the Golden Holy Bugs proved far superior to the Yellow Smoke Bees.

In a swift onslaught, more than half of the Yellow Smoke Bees and Corpse-eating Ants sustained heavy damage!

Gritting her teeth, the white-haired woman spat through clenched jaws, "Dream on if you expect me to concede!"

"Little White!"

With a fierce stomp of her foot, the white-haired woman's White Snake companion emitted a piercing howl towards the heavens, unleashing a torrent of poisonous mist that rapidly expanded, engulfing the area before the Heavenly Destiny Pass.

Witnessing this formidable display, Mo Qing's demeanor grew serious. He withdrew a painting tube from his back, drawing forth a rust-covered iron sword and gripping it firmly. With a decisive motion, he slashed forward!

The rusted iron sword shot forth like a thunderbolt, hurtling towards the White Snake.

As the Rusty Sword traversed the air, it seemed to wither all in its path, staining the earth dark and rendering the sky insignificant. It was as if an unparalleled poison sword had descended!

The White Snake shrieked in primal terror, its eyes widening in absolute fear as it perceived the approaching Embroidered Sword, its pupils nearly bursting from the sheer panic!

Instantly, the White Snake spewed a dense cloud of poison fog from its maw, attempting to intercept the Embroidered Sword!

Yet, the Embroidered Sword surged onward with unstoppable momentum, piercing directly through the toxic miasma and striking squarely upon the White Snake's head!

"Retrieve!"

Simultaneously, Mo Qing reached for the Beast-controlling Bag at his waist. The Embroidered Sword, with the captured White Snake in tow, vanished into the bag, disappearing without a trace.

"Little White!" the white-haired woman cried out in shock. "Mo Qing, return Little White to me at once!"

Mo Qing merely shook his head and stated, "Sister, you have lost!"