After transmuting the Mortal Iron into rare Gold, though only a tiny speck resulted, it was genuinely capable of cutting through metal as if it were mud—utterly unbreakable! The proof was evident when Jun Moxie had secretly used that toothpick-sized small sword to open a clear hole right through Baili Xiongfeng’s hand earlier.

Now, Jun Moxie only needed to consider one thing: to kill or not to kill! What benefit was there in killing? What benefit was there in not killing? Which weighed more? He needed to assess the balance!

The path!

If he truly killed Baili Xiongfeng, then Baili Luoyun could never again rely on him; there would be no retreat. If he didn't kill him... Jun Moxie let out a light laugh, suddenly feeling a bit foolish. Whether he killed or not, the results were almost the same. But what Jun Moxie discovered was his real lingering issue: Baili Luoyun had previously proposed a condition: slaughter every single person who came from the Baili family this time!

Jun Moxie was unwilling to do so.

It wasn't that the Young Master refused the condition, nor did he have other hidden concerns; rather, the Young Master was unwilling to simply follow Baili Luokui's demands. If he agreed to whatever that boy said... then who was truly the master here? Wouldn't this affect his own authority?

But now, Jun Moxie realized he had been clearly overthinking things. Whether Baili Luoyun wanted them dead was secondary; the truly crucial issue was whether he wanted to kill them.

If he didn't want to kill, even if Baili Luoyun requested it, or even begged desperately, it would be useless. If he did want to kill, even if Baili Luoyun pleaded vehemently to spare their lives, they would still be killed without hesitation!

All of this, in truth, had nothing to do with Baili Luoyun anymore.

What happened here was between him and Jun Mobang!

Jun Moxie let out a sharp cry, his white robes billowing. His movement speed suddenly accelerated in an instant. In a flash, he shifted through three different positions, cutting in and out like a phantom, before whirling around and retreating. He stood five fathoms away, staring coldly at Baili Xiongfeng, his murderous intent almost solidifying into something tangible!

"Moxie is about to strike for the kill!" Ying Bokong keenly sensed the overwhelming surge of killing intent emanating from Jun Moxie, his voice heavy. Everyone present regarded this Supreme expert as their benchmark, and Grand Elder Ying was renowned for his unparalleled Qilin light-body technique. At this moment, only he could clearly perceive the Young Master's every move; even the Dongfang trio, famous for their agility, could barely track Jun Moxie when he unleashed his extreme speed.

Jun Moxie's rapid positional changes just now targeted the three greatest flaws in Baili Xiongfeng's previous attacks—the killing blind spots that guaranteed a fatal blow!

But there was always the risk of a death-throes counterattack. That's why Jun Moxie flashed back, seeking a better opportunity.

Sikong Anya, who had been observing the entire progression of events from start to finish, couldn't help but sigh, "This young man is meticulously calculating, his strategy extraordinarily brilliant! First, he seized the initiative, using killing aura to force Baili Xiongfeng out, immediately putting him at a disadvantage. His movement technique is unlike anything I have ever witnessed; this battle is already without suspense."

"Third Young Master Jun has controlled the flow of the entire battle. After successfully instigating the confrontation, he intentionally suppressed his killing intent, maintaining an aura of observation, using words to slowly provoke Baili Xiongfeng's strongest rage from the deepest levels, causing him to lose emotional control and abandon his usual clarity, leading to misjudgment; immediately following that was a thunderous strike that injured Baili Xiongfeng's right arm, disrupting his rhythm... Only now does he finally bare his fangs, unleashing his extreme speed, preparing for the fatal blow! ... Each step interlocks with the next; though it's a one-on-one duel, it's the most masterful and efficient method of engaging an enemy!"

"I never imagined the legendary Third Young Master Jun, the Tianxiang First Prodigal Scion, could be such a formidable figure!" Sikong Anya's voice held deep admiration. Jun Wuyi, standing beside him, felt immense relief.

"In the future, I dare not casually spar with this precious nephew. His movement technique has improved again; if we spar again, I'll truly suffer a crushing defeat at his hands!" Dongfang Wendao said with lingering fear.

"You old fool, shut up... What I find most baffling is Baili Xiongfeng... Given his status, why stoop to argue with Moxie? Why not go directly to Jun Wuyi to demand satisfaction and end it all? Given the Jun family's conduct, Wuyi definitely wouldn't shield him, and Moxie’s actions were arguably improper. But now, look at the situation: he's neither up nor down. If he loses, he has no face left to live; if he wins, it’s just a joke... For a dignified Divine Profound expert to spar so fiercely with a boy of sixteen or seventeen—it's utterly ridiculous!" Dongfang Wenjian’s tone was filled with undisguised contempt for the leader of the Baili family contingent.

"But once he was forced out by Moxie, his composure was already shattered. This is likely an interaction of vital energy between the two of them, not something a third party can easily perceive. If my power weren't far superior to theirs, I might not have noticed it either," Ying Bokong, being a Supreme expert, naturally possessed broad insight and cut straight to the key point. "Once he emerged, the rhythm was entirely held by Moxie. Unless Baili Xiongfeng immediately turned and retreated without speaking, Moxie might not have been able to proceed. But as long as he spoke, Moxie could leverage his superior vital energy to guide and manipulate Baili Xiongfeng step-by-step into escalating fury! Then, strike and kill!"

"Baili Xiong... Xiongxiongxiong... Feng lacks too much... too much composure..." Duanmu Chaofan struggled, the tendons in his neck bulging as he stammered, "H-h-how c-c-could he be so infuriated by a y-y-youngster like this? I l-l-look down on him!"

Sikong Anya held his head, in pain from the string of stutters that made him dizzy. "Your composure is so great? If you were in Baili Xiongfeng's position, trying to handle that, I suspect Jun Moxie wouldn't even need to act; you'd have been angered to death by yourself..." Sikong Anya gave him a scornful look. "You preach from the sidelines, boasting recklessly?"

Everyone considered this and realized it was indeed true. Anyone in Baili Xiongfeng’s position, insulted so thoroughly by Jun Moxie, probably couldn't restrain their anger. If it had been Duanmu Chaofan instead... given his stutter, even if Jun Moxie didn't anger him to death, he'd surely vex him to death...

That boy was just too full of tricky schemes.

"Watch out, the main event is coming!" Ying Zunkong, whose eyes were like eagle's ears, had been fixed on the battle and suddenly warned.

Baili Xiongfeng clearly sensed Jun Moxie’s cold, sharp killing intent. This jolted his chaotic mind back to sobriety. Feeling an extremely dangerous presence approaching, he instinctively unleashed his signature move: the Raging Dragon Palm!

As the potent energy roared, countless palm shadows suddenly materialized, each one carrying the fierce power to shatter stones, roaring and surging toward Jun Moxie, instantly converging into a Mountain of Palms that crashed down overhead!

Amidst the swirling palm shadows, Jun Moxie’s white-robed figure flickered again at extreme speed, leaving an unmoving afterimage where he stood, which disintegrated into dust within the wind of the palms. But his true body had already reached Baili Xiongfeng, almost face-to-face, pressed closely against him, and he offered a baring-toothed smile.

His white teeth flashed with a faint metallic gleam, like the cold, hungry gaze of a wolf on a frigid winter night, briefly shimmering.

Baili Xiongfeng cried out in alarm and retreated rapidly with all his might.

But it was already too late!

A flash of golden light streaked out, followed instantly by a line of blood. Jun Moxie's figure shot back to his original position with a swoosh. Everyone saw his shadow retreat, but just in that instant, three fathoms behind Baili Xiongfeng, Baili Hanhai stood up in fury, watching the fight. Yet, Jun Moxie’s white figure was already before him. Another covert flash of golden light appeared, and Baili Hanhai let out an incredulous cry, his eyes wide open.

Jun Moxie’s palms slammed down like thunder and lightning onto Baili Hanhai’s chest, blasting the body of the Heavenly Profound Mid-stage expert three feet backward, his chest collapsing inward!

No one had anticipated that while locked in fierce combat with Baili Xiongfeng, Jun Moxie would stealthily attack Baili Hanhai! It turned out his targets weren't limited to just Baili Xiongfeng!

He intended to let none of them go!

Then, Jun Moxie stood where Baili Hanhai had been, flashed a smile toward Baili Luoyun, and said softly, "Your wish, I have granted it for you! These two men, I give them to you as a gift!"

Baili Luoyun remained silent, his expression unusually complex.

Up until this moment, Baili Xiongfeng and Baili Hanhai were still standing rigidly in place, trembling all over, their faces filled with despair.

Ying Bokong sighed deeply, murmuring, "In a single move, he fatally wounded a Divine Profound expert; in the next instant, he attacked a Heavenly Profound expert; both perish! And his white robes are not even stained with blood! ... Such planning, such movement technique... it is truly breathtaking. This old man must concede defeat!"

Baili Xiongfeng stood like a statue, motionless. After a long pause, he slowly turned around and stared fixedly at Jun Moxie, suddenly saying in a low voice, "Let this old man see your weapon!" Blood had clearly spurted from somewhere on his body just now, but the wound was now completely invisible.

Jun Moxie remained silent for a moment, then flipped his hand, revealing a tiny, toothpick-sized 'sword,' no bigger than half a finger, which caught the morning sun, emitting a dazzling golden light.

Baili Xiongfeng let out a mournful laugh and said, "I saw a sword hanging at your waist earlier and was on guard against it... I never imagined the true killing move was already hidden in your palm!"

Upon hearing this, even the seven observers instantly understood. This explained why Jun Moxie usually never carried a sword, yet today he had broken tradition and worn one—it was for this very purpose! This boy had been calculating this since that time!

"What a divine weapon!" Baili Xiongfeng craned his neck, displaying a strange smile. Suddenly, his body went limp, followed by a thin but forcefully ejected stream of blood shooting out from his neck toward several feet away, appearing spectacularly multicolored in the sunlight.

Then, he collapsed like a pile of mud. It turned out that during that flash of golden light, Jun Moxie had already severed his jugular vein! The Baili family’s Divine Profound master, Baili Xiongfeng, was dead!

With a thud, Baili Hanhai also pitched over. Beneath him, a pool of blood slowly spread out. This Heavenly Profound expert died at Jun Moxie's hands before he could utter a single word from beginning to end!

"I have fulfilled your wish for you. Do you... still wish to fight me?" Jun Moxie smiled at Baili Luoyun, his white robes immaculate, not a single speck of blood staining them.

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