Chapter 1289: Wanmang Mountain Range

"Meng Ruodie, Meng Ruodie, this time, I won't let you escape." Qin Feng's gaze stared into the distance, a cruel smile playing on his lips. "You are the key to my reaching the pinnacle."

"As long as I catch you, I will definitely reach the pinnacle within three years. By then, it will be... my era."

When Qin Feng dispatched the elite disciples of the Wan Jie Palace to search for Meng Ruodie, the top disciples of the other three palaces also began preparations. The Heavenly Tribulation would become even more terrifying further down, even threatening the survival of the middle-tier geniuses. Therefore, the top disciples of the four palaces would start to intervene in the extermination plan early, ending ten percent of the celestial tribulation to make the heavenly calamity disappear.

And those who were exterminated were naturally the most suitable candidates from the other palaces, so almost all the great battles between the four palaces would start for various reasons.

However, Qin Feng did not focus on this great battle. He just wanted to catch Meng Ruodie quickly and pave the way for his future path to the peak.

"Master, what should we do if we encounter people from the Spirit Sword Hall in the Wanmang Mountain Range?"

After searching for a while, someone came back to report to Qin Feng.

Qin Feng was slightly surprised. "People from the Spirit Sword Hall? That's interesting. Let's capture them together to prevent any uncertainties in the future."

...

At this time, Lin Mo was rushing at full speed towards the Wanmang Mountain Range. He had already obtained a rough map of the Quadrant Realm through Zhang Tianlei and others, and he had gained some understanding of various places in the Quadrant Realm.

He also had a rough idea of the areas where the great battles between the four palaces would erupt, so this time he deliberately avoided them. He didn't want to cause too much trouble and waste time.

However, things didn't go as planned.

When Lin Mo passed through the area of the Spirit Sword Hall, he saw many men and women from the Spirit Sword Hall preparing for a great battle. He didn't want to disturb them and just wanted to pass by.

"Hey, you there, which palace are you from?"

However, a delicate woman quickly stopped him.

Without hesitation, Lin Mo replied, "I'm from the Spirit Sword Hall, representing the Holy Gambling Gate."

"Holy Gambling Gate?" The woman frowned slightly. "What's your number?"

"Number?" Lin Mo was a little confused.

Seeing Lin Mo's reaction, the woman immediately became cautious, drawing her sword, and her aura began to surge slowly. "You don't even know your number? Trying to deceive us? Come clean, which palace are you from?"

"Uh, I really don't know what number you're talking about, but I'm Lin Mo, the acting head of the Holy Gambling Gate." Lin Mo shrugged helplessly. "The top 100 geniuses on the Tianjiao Ranking all know me."

"You? Lin Mo?" The woman couldn't help but laugh. "Stop pretending. Come with me and explain yourself."

Swoosh!

After speaking, she quickly swung her long sword. With her cultivation at the Eighth Heaven of the Broken Realm, her power exploded.

Seeing this, Lin Mo said helplessly, "Are you trying to test a greenhorn? But I don't have time to mess with you today. I have urgent matters to attend to. Farewell."

Bang!

With that, Lin Mo's figure turned into a lightning bolt and quickly swept away. This little girl at the Eighth Heaven of the Broken Realm naturally couldn't do anything to him.

"You bastard, you're so strong!" Seeing Lin Mo quickly fleeing, the surging aura suppressed her breath and even made her breath disorderly. She couldn't help but curse.

"Hmph, no matter how strong you are, our Spirit Sword Hall's rear is not a place for you to come and go as you please."

With that, she blew the alarm whistle of the Spirit Sword Hall. In less than half a minute, experts from the Spirit Sword Hall quickly arrived.

Later, Lin Mo was unaware that on the path ahead of him, dozens of martial artists with different auras were already pursuing him.

After rushing for a day, Lin Mo finally arrived at the Wanmang Mountain Range. Then he saw nearly a hundred martial artists, systematically searching the Wanmang Mountain Range.

"Hmm?" Lin Mo frowned slightly. "Are these people from the Wanjie Pavilion? If that's the case, it's fortunate that they haven't found the witch yet."

"Excuse me, have you found the witch?" Lin Mo landed beside a young man from the Wanjie Pavilion and asked.

"Are you one of us?" the man asked suspiciously. "What's your sect and what's your number?"

As soon as Lin Mo heard the number, he felt a headache. What's going on? Do members of the Four Pavilions each have their own number? Why do they all ask for a number?

"Um... I'm just a lone cultivator. I heard that Young Master Feng is searching for the witch here, so I came to help and repay a favor." Lin Mo replied after thinking for a moment.

"Oh?" The man still seemed doubtful.

"If you don't have a number, get lost, or I'll kill you right away." Then, another figure landed, and seeing people gathering here, he also came over.

After hearing this, Lin Mo shook his head helplessly. "I try to talk nicely to you, but you just don't listen. Do you have to speak like this?"

Bang!

As soon as Lin Mo finished speaking, a powerful aura erupted, and the Dragon of Creation with golden light swirling around it swiftly swung, its icy spear directly pressing against one of the men's necks.

"No... Undying Realm..."

The two men felt the strong aura emanating from Lin Mo and were shocked. The confident demeanor vanished in an instant, replaced by thick fear.

No matter which pavilion they were from, the main force was still the geniuses at the Fragmented Realm. Only a few top-tier geniuses had reached the Undying Realm.