Mo Ziyuan appeared, gripping the black greatsword in both hands as he swung it again.
Su Li dodged once more, and this time the black greatsword struck the coffee table, cleaving it in two with a sharp *crack*. Qing Xuan lunged through the air at him again.
This fighting style made Su Li feel like he was facing two enemies at once, needing to counter attacks from both, and both were incredibly powerful.
Su Li kicked up a large vase filled with flowers, sending it flying toward Qing Xuan with a *whoosh*.
Qing Xuan collided with the vase, producing a crisp *crack* as it shattered, fragments scattering everywhere.
Su Li entered his walking state. The moment he kicked the vase, he lunged at Mo Ziyuan, the Dragon Rhinoceros Sword flashing like lightning as it thrust forward.
Mo Ziyuan had just split the coffee table in two and didn’t expect Su Li to close in so fast. He couldn’t raise the black greatsword in time to block, and just as the Dragon Rhinoceros Sword was about to pierce his chest, green vines suddenly sprouted from his torso.
These vines, like living serpents, instantly coiled around the incoming sword, shielding Mo Ziyuan. He retreated quickly, lifting the black greatsword.
Su Li flicked his right wrist, twisting the Dragon Rhinoceros Sword to sever the vines binding it. With a piercing *clang*, the sword drove downward, colliding with Mo Ziyuan’s raised black greatsword.
Both were spirit-source weapons. Compared to the fierce and domineering black greatsword, the Dragon Rhinoceros Sword was more agile and refined. In a head-on clash, the sword was at a disadvantage, but Su Li’s strength far surpassed Mo Ziyuan’s.
Sparks flew with the screeching sound. Mo Ziyuan staggered, the black greatsword rebounding. Su Li was about to strike again when a flash of green light appeared—Qing Xuan had turned and was lunging at him from behind.
Mo Ziyuan retreated back to the balcony. Green vines emerged across his body, intertwining to form a suit of vine armor that encased him entirely.
In the living room, a series of thunderous crashes followed. The TV, TV stand, and coffee table shattered in succession.
Qing Xuan was not only fast but also tough-skinned, its defenses impenetrable even to the Dragon Rhinoceros Sword. Its strength was monstrous, and with each attack, Su Li barely managed to evade.
When Su Li dodged for the fourth time, Qing Xuan struck the sofa, flipping it over with a *boom*. It slammed into the chandelier above, causing a cascade of *clattering* sounds as glass shards exploded and scattered.
Mo Ziyuan, now fully clad in vine armor, strode back into the room.
At almost the same moment, Su Li activated his “Demon Muscle” state.
Muscles bulged across his body. He was finally pushed to his limit, a killing intent flaring within him.
With a thunderous *bang*, Su Li in his Demon Muscle state clashed with Mo Ziyuan in his vine armor.
The Dragon Rhinoceros Sword met the black greatsword again. Mo Ziyuan grunted, his arms trembling violently. Even with both hands on the blade, he couldn’t match the terrifying strength of Su Li’s single right hand. The black greatsword was knocked aside, and the Dragon Rhinoceros Sword came down, slashing across his chest.
The vine armor cracked. Vines snapped with a piercing sound, like rubber bands breaking. The armor, once so resilient, was cleaved open by the Dragon Rhinoceros Sword, and blood spurted from the gash.
Qing Xuan let out a sharp shriek and lunged again. Su Li sidestepped, but a streak of green light flashed—a massive snake tail whipped toward him.
*Smack!* Caught off guard, Su Li was struck in the back. The tail’s power was immense, shredding his shirt on impact and sending him flying into the adjacent dining room. He crashed onto a stylish, high-end dining table.
With a crisp *crack*, the table collapsed under him, and Su Li hit the floor hard.
“This guy,” Su Li muttered. Mo Ziyuan wasn’t the real threat; it was this giant green serpent, Qing Xuan. His back stung fiercely despite the Demon Muscle protection.
The moment he hit the ground, Su Li rolled away. Qing Xuan lunged again, obliterating the collapsed table with a *boom*. The white tiles beneath shattered into countless cracks spreading in all directions, with fragments shooting out from the sheer force.
Qing Xuan missed its strike, and the green tail swept around again like a massive whip, leaving a green afterimage in the air. The air seemed to pop as it lashed toward the rolling Su Li.
This time, Su Li raised the Dragon Rhinoceros Sword vertically, gripping the hilt with his right hand and bracing the blade with his left to shield himself.
*Crack!* The tail struck the sword. Su Li’s arms shook, his hands going numb, and the sword nearly flew from his grip.
Mo Ziyuan approached silently from the other side. Taking advantage of Su Li’s defense against the tail, he swung the black greatsword with both hands.
Su Li twisted his waist, rising from the ground without any apparent effort. He tore off his mostly shredded shirt with his left hand, revealing his bare upper body. The muscles on his chest swelled into a grotesque, demonic face. Facing Mo Ziyuan, Su Li slightly hunched his back, combining Demon Muscle with his walking state. With a *whoosh*, he left an afterimage, and his left fist slammed into Mo Ziyuan’s face.
Mo Ziyuan flew backward, crashing heavily into a wooden shelf in the dining room.
The shelf held decorative red wine bottles, crafts, and jade items, all of which shattered, scattering debris and spilling wine across the floor.
Behind him, Qing Xuan lunged again with a sharp wind.
This time, Su Li didn’t dodge. Instead, he grabbed Mo Ziyuan’s vine armor with his left hand, lifting him like a chick, and spun around to use him as a shield against Qing Xuan.
Qing Xuan’s charge was too fast and too fierce. By the time it noticed Mo Ziyuan and tried to stop, it was too late.
*Thud!*
Mo Ziyuan’s mouth opened, blood spraying through the gaps in his vine helmet. His back caved in from the impact, and the sound of breaking bones echoed.
Qing Xuan seemed stunned by the accidental hit, hovering in midair. Su Li, still holding Mo Ziyuan, was about to use him as a weapon to strike Qing Xuan.
Suddenly, Su Li sensed something wrong. He recoiled as if from a viper, tossing Mo Ziyuan aside and retreating toward the balcony.
*Whoosh!* Su Li moved so fast it was like teleportation, landing on the balcony outside the living room. Behind him, the spot he’d just vacated erupted with a deafening *boom*. A deep trench appeared in the floor, tiles completely shattered. The floor had been punched through, revealing the flooded living room on the thirtieth floor below, with furniture submerged in water.
The one who delivered this devastating blow was Mo Ziyuan.
He stood in the living room, swaying, the black greatsword in his hands faintly smoking. He had just activated a special skill from the sword, unleashing a strike that rivaled the Dragon Rhinoceros Slash, piercing through the floor.
If Su Li hadn’t dodged in time, he would have been minced into pulp, his soul scattered.
But spirit-source weapons could only use one skill attack within a certain period. Mo Ziyuan had exhausted his last trump card and still failed to harm Su Li. Now, it was Su Li’s turn.
Su Li had managed to evade because he always kept some reserve, watching the black greatsword for any skill activation. Now, he no longer had to worry.
“Haah… haah…”
Mo Ziyuan panted, standing motionless, his head drooping low, as if the attack had drained all his strength. The vine armor on his body faded away.
“Brother… I did my best…” Mo Ziyuan’s voice suddenly rang out.
Su Li, about to step in with the Dragon Rhinoceros Sword, paused at the words.
“I know, you fool. You should have awakened me sooner.” Mo Ziyuan’s voice changed, becoming low and hoarse, as if a completely different person were speaking.
Su Li stared at Mo Ziyuan in the living room, sensing something eerie.
“Little brother, rest now. Leave this to your big brother.” Mo Ziyuan lifted his head. The earlier madness in his expression was gone, replaced by calm. His eyes turned still as dead water, devoid of any emotion.
“Hello, first time meeting. I’m Mo Xingxuan.” The voice was low, hoarse, yet carried a surprising gentleness. “Thanks for teaching my foolish little brother a lesson… Hmm, this idiot’s hurt badly. Even his bones are broken?”
As he spoke, he licked the blood seeping from the corner of his mouth, flexed his arms and body, and a series of *crackling* sounds came from within. The large dent in his back, caused by Qing Xuan’s blow, healed at a visible rate. He tossed the black greatsword aside like trash with his right hand.
Su Li’s heart jolted violently. Mo Ziyuan had become Mo Xingxuan?
He remembered Jiang Xiaodong mentioning that among the three leaders of the Eastern Tower, the real power lay with the second leader, Zhao Haoyang. The first leader, Mo Xingxuan, was useless. Zhao Haoyang had only made Mo Xingxuan the nominal leader to win over the powerful Mo Ziyuan, who only listened to his brother.
But what was happening now? Mo Ziyuan seemed to have turned into a completely different person, calling himself Mo Xingxuan.