This weapon was arguably one of Mo XiuYi's few treasured divine artifacts, rumored to have been the foundational treasure of the Church of Light in those days—the Holy Sword of Light. Legend claimed it was a weapon wielded by the God of Light, possessing immense power, yet no one had ever managed to unleash its complete might because no one could decipher the ancient script inscribed upon it, thus rendering the magical energy inaccessible. Even the Pope of Light at the time could only manifest less than two-tenths of the sword's power, yet even those two layers were overwhelmingly formidable.

The Pope of Light and Mo XiuYi were the closest of friends back then. Knowing Mo XiuYi’s unparalleled mastery of magic, the Pope entrusted the Holy Sword of Light to him, asking Mo XiuYi to research the meaning of the ancient characters. Mo XiuYi readily agreed and set about his research.

However, two years later, that Holy War erupted. Due to time constraints and other reasons, Mo XiuYi never managed to return the Holy Sword of Light to the Church. Thus, the sword remained with Mo XiuYi, who then passed it to Mo Han, instructing him to continue the research and return it to the Church when the opportunity arose.

After two years of study, Mo XiuYi had cracked a significant number of the runes and passed all his findings to Mo Han. Based on his level of decipherment, Mo XiuYi estimated that utilizing the Holy Sword of Light now should allow one to tap into at least three-tenths of its power. However, ever since leaving Blazing Isle, Mo Han had been reluctant to rely on these divine artifacts.

He understood that excessive dependence, while temporarily boosting his strength, would ultimately stagnate the progress of his martial techniques. Therefore, Mo Han had always preferred to face challenges relying solely on his own strength to further cultivate his realm. During the last encounter with the Beastmen, since Shui Ling'er and the others were present, and there were many personnel from the Church of Light along the way, drawing out the Holy Sword of Light would have been complicated; explaining its origins—that it was given to him by Mo XiuYi 500 years ago—would have been unbelievable even if he had attempted it.

Consequently, Mo Han never had the chance to test the true power of the Holy Sword of Light. Today’s emergence of the Underworld race presented the perfect opportunity for a test. Mo Han decided to use the Holy Sword of Light to see if it could break the Netherworld Barrier.

If the remnants of the Underworld race on the continent could truly sense the barrier and come to the rescue, as the Underworld race claimed, it would spell serious trouble. Therefore, Mo Han resolved that eradicating the immediate Underworld presence was the safer course of action, especially considering how monstrous the Underworld General was; even a group of his current self might not defeat him. With that thought, Mo Han ceased his hesitation and directly grasped the Holy Sword of Light.

At the same time, Mo Han began to utter a series of archaic, difficult-to-pronounce, and inherently awkward syllables—the very ancient script deciphered by Mo XiuYi. As Mo Han’s voice resonated, the Holy Sword of Light reacted, bathing the entire blade in pulses of white luminescence. Many of the ancient runes on its surface began to gleam brightly.

Mo Han was sweating profusely; reading those ancient characters was incredibly strenuous, and he labored intensely to recite every rune he knew. Mo Han abruptly ceased his chant, and three concentric rings of white light now encircled the blade of the Holy Sword of Light. Mo Han recognized this as the indicator of the sword's unleashed power.

The Pope of Light back then could only manifest two rings, signifying two layers of power; more rings meant greater potency. Mo Han’s current rings precisely indicated that he had successfully activated three layers of the Holy Sword of Light’s might. Seeing this, Mo Han hesitated no longer and roared, "Raging Dragon Slash!" He brought the sword down toward the black mist, unleashing the ultimate technique of the Mad Dragon Sword Saint, Jexiuta—the most powerful move within Mo Han’s known martial repertoire.

The Holy Sword of Light erupted in a blinding white flash, striking the dense black fog with precision. The light instantly submerged into the mist before vanishing. Mo Han felt a surge of deep disappointment, believing he had failed once more.

If even the Holy Sword of Light could not penetrate this black fog, then he truly had no recourse left. Just as Mo Han’s disappointment settled, a faint white glimmer seemed to emanate from within the black fog of the Netherworld Barrier. Mo Han immediately focused intently and indeed saw a thread of white light.

Then, the light grew larger and larger, while the black mist continuously shuddered. Suddenly, the light intensified dramatically, and a piercing white radiance shot out from the core of the black fog. Simultaneously, a wretched scream from the Underworld race echoed within the light.

The creature shrieked in agony, “How is this possible? How could you break my Netherworld Barrier? It’s impossible, you are…” The Underworld creature’s words were cut short, disappearing entirely.

At that moment, the entire mass of black fog was completely dispersed and annihilated by the white light, which vanished just as the fog dissolved. Everything seemed as if it had never happened, leaving behind only a pile of black powder on the ground, signifying that the Underworld entity within the Netherworld Barrier had been utterly reduced to dust. Outside the great hall, footsteps could suddenly be heard, likely drawn by the Underworld creature’s dying cries.

Seeing this, Mo Han swiftly sheathed the Holy Sword of Light. Just as he finished, Daili and the others rushed in, looking panicked, followed closely by Murong Tian, the Fourth Prince, and the Imperial Guards. Daili spotted Mo Han and immediately cried out, “What happened?

Mo Han, are you alright? Where is the Underworld creature?” Murong Feixue and the others hurried over as well. Mo Han smiled at their inquiries and replied calmly, “It’s fine.

I just accidentally hit a little too hard and ended up cancelling him out. I scared you all, didn’t I?” Hearing Mo Han’s answer, Daili finally relaxed and said, “As long as you’re safe, that’s all that matters! We were so worried about you just now.

If Uncle Murong hadn’t mentioned you specifically forbade anyone from entering without orders, we would have burst in ages ago.” Mo Han instantly looked apologetic. “I’m sorry for making you worry, but look, I’m fine now, aren't I? Haha.

You all know how I am…” Before Mo Han could finish, Latin and the others chimed in simultaneously, “A cockroach, right? Boss, we’ve heard that story like five times already!” Hearing Latin’s response, Daili and the girls, including Murong Feixue, burst into laughter. Jump to