What had Xuan Qi done to earn such an order from the Underworld God King, an existence comparable to the Eternal Emperor? Even the lords of the five great sacred lands and the Dragon-Phoenix Twin Emperors couldn't achieve this.
Mu Qingqing pondered for a moment.
"Enough idle talk," Mo Qian clapped his hands, interrupting Mu Qingqing's thoughts.
"Whether it's Yuan Qing or Xuan Qi, neither of them concerns me. I'm here for only one purpose: to slay those three Bone Demons!"
Upon hearing this, the Four-Eyed Ghost and the Asura Ghost were momentarily stunned.
The next instant, they seemed to be plotting some minor actions, but Mu Qingqing tightened the chains, leaving them no room to struggle.
"Behave yourselves. You'd best not make any rash moves!"
Under Mu Qingqing's deterrence, the Four-Eyed Ghost and the Asura Ghost completely lost the ability to resist.
The top-grade true artifact, the Ink Night Sword, flew out from the Sumeru Ring, and Mo Qian grasped its hilt.
Exuding a sharp sword aura, he advanced step by step towards the three Bone Demons.
Luo Ningshuang watched her three transformed relatives, now mere marionettes of the Bone Demons, with a complex expression.
Her body trembled uncontrollably, and her grief-stricken eyes dared not meet the gaze of the three Bone Demons.
This time, she did not step forward to stop Mo Qian, but turned her head away, unable to bear watching.
The three Bone Demons, having long lost their human emotions, transformed their hands into bone spears and roared as they attacked Mo Qian.
Mo Qian met them head-on without fear, dodging easily to the sides to evade two Bone Demons charging forward.
Then, with a flash of movement, he appeared before the third Bone Demon and swung his sword.
Boom!
The Bone Demon was sent flying by Mo Qian's sword, crashing through four or five massive stone pillars and lying in a pile of rubble, on the verge of death.
All the bone spurs on its body were severed, and a deep sword mark marred its chest.
The other two Bone Demons roared at Mo Qian, lunging at him like frenzied beasts.
Mo Qian remained unruffled, plunging the Ink Night Sword into the ground.
The ink dragon tattoo on his face suddenly writhed, and an ancient, ferocious aura emanated from Mo Qian, as if summoning the roar of an ancient dragon.
Subsequently, Mo Qian's previously empty left arm grew a dragon claw arm, akin to a Flood Dragon's. Black scales shimmered with a chilling glint, and a malevolent aura enveloped this dragon claw arm.
Mu Qingqing and Luo Ningshuang both felt the astonishing energy emanating from Mo Qian's left arm.
In the next moment, Mo Qian's black dragon claw enlarged, pinning the two Bone Demons to the ground with a single grasp.
Crack!
The sound of bone shattering echoed from the two Bone Demons!
But they felt no pain, continuing to roar furiously at Mo Qian, their scarlet eyes filled only with a desire to kill.
Mu Qingqing marveled from a distance at the rapid growth of Mo Qian's strength.
Back in Qingyu City, Mo Qian, with only one arm, had held the upper hand against all three Bone Demons simultaneously.
Now, with the awakening of the Ink Dragon totem and the manifestation of the Black Dragon Claw, his combat power was infinitely close to that of a Holy Emperor.
These three Bone Demons were utterly helpless against Mo Qian's formidable strength.
Mo Qian's Black Dragon Claw seized the two Bone Demons, and like launching cannonballs, hurled them with astonishing force into the pile of rubble where the first Bone Demon lay.
Rumble!
A sky-shattering sound erupted from the rubble, countless stones shattering, and dust clouds billowing.
The original pile of rubble was cleared away by this single blow, leaving a large pit in the ground.
All three Bone Demons lay at the bottom of the pit, severely injured and with only a sliver of their life force remaining.
"Go to hell and repent," Mo Qian stated indifferently.
He then pulled the Ink Night Sword from the ground with his right hand, channeling his true essence into it. The sword body suddenly emitted a hum.
Mo Qian's ink dragon tattoos spread over the sword, making the Ink Night Sword even blacker, like a blade of darkness. Powerful fluctuations of true essence emanated from the sword, stirring up a fierce sword wind.
If this sword were to be unleashed, these three Bone Demons would likely be utterly annihilated.
At this very moment, Luo Ningshuang finally couldn't bring herself to be ruthless.
She suddenly appeared before the three Bone Demons, the high-grade true artifact, the Thousand Brocade Phoenix Feather Fan, in her hand.
Instantly, countless streams of light shot out from the fan's surface, intercepting Mo Qian's Ink Night Sword energy.
Unfortunately, the Ink Night Sword energy, imbued with the Ink Dragon's ancient ferocity, possessed astonishing power.
Luo Ningshuang's Thousand Brocade Phoenix Feather Fan seemed to struggle to hold it back.
Seeing this, Mo Qian quickly retracted some of his power, but a move already unleashed was not easily withdrawn.
Luo Ningshuang gritted her teeth and employed the Asura Battle Technique. With the further enhancement of her combat power, she managed to annihilate Mo Qian's Ink Night Sword energy.
Unfortunately, doing so inflicted significant internal injuries, and she knelt on the ground, gasping for breath, a trace of blood at the corner of her mouth.
Mo Qian's expression turned as dark as water. He approached Luo Ningshuang and sternly questioned, "What do you mean by this!"
"I..."
Luo Ningshuang's face was pale and weak; she dared not look Mo Qian in the eye.
Seeing her demeanor, Mu Qingqing and Mo Qian understood what Luo Ningshuang was thinking.
Interfered with by Luo Ningshuang once or twice, Mo Qian's expression grew even colder.
"You said you wouldn't intervene!"
Mo Qian's voice held a hint of coldness as he pressed Luo Ningshuang.
Seeing the situation turn sour, Mu Qingqing prepared to step forward and mediate, but Mo Qian stopped her.
"Senior, please remain where you are. The matter of the Bone Demons has nothing to do with you, and I hope you will not interfere."
Mu Qingqing, who had intended to intervene, stopped in her tracks upon hearing this and fell silent.
He was right. The three Bone Demons were enemies who had destroyed Mo Qian's kingdom, while to Luo Ningshuang, they were family.
She was in an awkward position no matter which side she took. It was best to wait and see.
Mo Qian's cold gaze fixed on Luo Ningshuang, and he handed the Ink Night Sword to her.
"Since you cannot bear not to intervene, I give you two choices: First, I knock you unconscious now and then kill these three Bone Demons. Second, you use this Ink Night Sword to kill them!"
These two choices were both cruelly difficult for Luo Ningshuang.
She could not make a decision immediately.
Mo Qian then continued, "I know they were once your family, but now they are demon-weaponized beings consumed by slaughter. If you cannot harden your heart to kill these three Bone Demons, countless more innocent people will be brutally murdered by them in the future."
"The Mo Yuan Empire and the five kingdoms of the Eastern Ridge are precedents. They must be ruthlessly killed. You have attachments to family, but so do the tens of thousands of innocent humans they have killed!"
Mo Qian's words were like countless sharp thorns, piercing Luo Ningshuang's heart with every syllable.
Luo Ningshuang collapsed weakly to the ground, tears flowing, and remained silent for a long time.
Mo Qian knew she was engaged in a fierce internal struggle and gave her some time.
Approximately half an hour later, Luo Ningshuang wiped away the tears from her eyes and stood up from the ground.
It seemed she had made up her mind and would no longer hesitate.