The Flying Centipede, seeing no way out, prepared to fight to the death. It suddenly turned around and bit the Twin-tailed Scorpion's abdomen with its fangs, causing the scorpion to squeak incessantly.
The Twin-tailed Scorpion, enraged, plunged one of its tail stingers down, piercing the Flying Centipede's body and emerging from its underside.
The Flying Centipede struggled desperately, but the stinger had already impaled it like a candied haw, and it couldn't break free.
The Flying Centipede, in a fit of fury, tore and bit fiercely, ripping off a large chunk of flesh and shell from the Twin-tailed Scorpion.
The Twin-tailed Scorpion, in pain, kept its one stinger firmly in place and thrust its other stinger fiercely towards the Flying Centipede.
The Flying Centipede dodged with a flick of its tail, spat out the flesh in its mouth, and bit the Twin-tailed Scorpion again.
The Twin-tailed Scorpion realized that while it had immobilized the other, its own body was exposed to its fangs, so it prepared to withdraw its stinger.
However, the Flying Centipede had gone mad and unleashed its ultimate move, suddenly rolling on the ground.
The two beasts became entangled, the Twin-tailed Scorpion's body making extensive contact with the Flying Centipede. Many of the Flying Centipede's blade-like legs pierced into the Twin-tailed Scorpion's body.
Meanwhile, the Flying Centipede's body was on the verge of breaking due to the extreme contortion of its injured parts.
Another stalemate!
Another question of who would die first!
The spectators in the arena held their breath, rising in unison, their eyes fixed on the two beasts in the center.
Song Fugui was the most anxious, his palms sweating. But at this moment, he didn't look towards the small door.
He knew his father was watching from behind it, and he knew what needed to be done.
He simply stared intently at Mo Qi.
As for Mo Qi, he had made no moves from beginning to end. He hadn't stretched, yawned, or even blinked. His expression seemed unchanged; he maintained a detached, observant demeanor as if it were none of his business.
He couldn't help but praise inwardly: What a dignified presence!
At this moment, from behind the small door, a beast tamer silently sent a signal!
The Twin-tailed Scorpion's tail bent at an unbelievable angle, tearing its own flesh, but it still curved down and aimed for the Flying Centipede's head.
If this strike landed, the Flying Centipede would surely be dead.
The victor would be decided.
The audience was also tense and expectant: "Stab it, stab it!"
Murong Yanran felt a pang of disappointment, sighing, "It lost!"
She couldn't help but close her eyes.
Murong Jing and Le Yu also stood up: "Stab it, stab it."
However, at this moment, the situation took a sudden turn!
The Twin-tailed Scorpion's other tail stinger, with even greater speed and a more bizarre angle, bent sharply and plunged down, piercing its own head with a hiss.
The two tails were originally connected, but they had been forcibly ripped apart from the middle, flesh falling to the side.
The stinger that had been aimed at the Flying Centipede suddenly stopped just before touching its body.
The Twin-tailed Scorpion was dead but unyielding, but apart from trembling, it could no longer move.
The Flying Centipede then unleashed its fury, using its sharp fangs to pry open the scorpion's hard shell, then reaching inside to gnaw on its flesh...
The sudden change stunned everyone!
The change felt familiar, as if it had just happened once before.
Each time, a sudden twist occurred at the last moment!
The audience didn't know what had happened, but their intuition told them that something very strange was occurring today!
But it seemed this strangeness was primarily directed at the Song family!
Since it was none of their business, they slipped away!
People began to get up and leave.
However, a portion of the crowd remained, intending to watch the subsequent beast fights.
Song Fugui, after standing stunned for a while, hurried backstage.
Murong Yanran opened her eyes, looking at the changes in the arena, and asked incredulously, "What happened?"
Mo Qi calmly replied, "We won!"
"We won again!" Murong Yanran jumped up excitedly.
Tong Wuqi, after a long moment of bewilderment, blurted out, "Brother Mo, did you use some trick?"
Mo Qi smiled mysteriously: "Guess!"
Murong Jing and Le Yu were also dumbfounded, unable to recover for a long time.
Song Fugui returned backstage and reported to Song Dashun everything he had seen: "This is very strange. He made no moves throughout. I'm certain it wasn't him."
"Then, who was it?" Song Dashun's eyes showed panic. "Could he have another helper hidden nearby?"
"Murong Jing?" Song Fugui suddenly realized, saying, "I noticed he remained silent throughout, only making a small bet, and spent the rest of the time watching. More importantly, I heard his father, Murong Shui, call Mo Qi his godson."
Song Dashun's eyes gleamed with malice: "Today, none of them will leave alive. Go and bring them down, preferably deal with them here."
Song Fugui looked troubled: "What if they don't come down?"
Song Dashun glared: "Don't you know how to think of a way? Just say the storage bag upstairs doesn't have enough spirit stones. You didn't count it at the time. If you want the rest, you have to come down and get it."
Song Fugui nodded repeatedly: "Good idea, good idea!"
When he went up, Mo Qi asked, "Excuse me, Young Master Song, can I collect my payment now?"
"Ah," Song Fugui chuckled, "Of course, but the money in that storage bag isn't enough. I miscounted just now. If you still want to get the full amount of spirit stones, you'll have to come backstage with me."
Murong Yanran shook her head at him, signaling him not to go.
Mo Qi said, "If it's not enough, that's fine. I'll just take what's in that storage bag. The rest, consider it a gift to you."
With that, he stood up to leave.
Song Fugui became flustered, unsure whether to stop him or not. He was in a difficult position.
Just then, a voice suddenly cut through the air: "Please wait, young sir."
Mo Qi looked towards the sound and saw a middle-aged man in a blue robe, with a broad face, wide forehead, and a full beard, walking out.
Song Fugui called out "Father," letting Mo Qi know that this was Song Dashun, the patriarch of the Song family.
Song Dashun walked directly forward and stopped.
Murong Jing, having lost interest, stood up to leave.
Song Dashun shouted, "Young Master Murong, please stay as well."
Murong Jing, having never been treated with such disrespect, ignored him and continued to walk out.
A streak of sword light flashed, and a cut appeared from Murong Jing's chest to his back. He fell to the ground with a thud.
"Brother!" Murong Yanran cried out in distress, trying to rush to his aid, but Mo Qi held her back.
"Today, no one will leave," Song Dashun's eyes glinted with killing intent, a chilling coldness spreading outwards.
The surrounding people screamed and fled towards the exit, causing chaos.
Song Dashun conjured a bag-shaped magical artifact, which he unfurled in the air. From the bag, countless flying swords continuously emerged, dense and successive, real flying swords, not mere illusions.
Like a swarm of locusts, they flew out, covering the sky.
The sound of hissing was incessant as the flying swords passed through the bodies of the fleeing people without obstruction.
They all fell to the ground.
Some attempted to use their spiritual power to resist or evade, but at this point, they had no trace of spiritual power left. No matter how powerful they had once been, they were now lambs to the slaughter.
The flying swords circled the viewing stands, and dense rows of fallen people littered the stands.
"Mo Qi, remember, these people are your escorts in death today," Song Dashun's eyes were bloodshot, bordering on madness.
Song Fugui was terrified.
Song Dashun cursed, "Idiot, quickly go to the adjacent蛊 fighting arena and kill everyone there. They are no match for you now, hurry!"
Song Fugui then stumbled out.
At this moment, the dense flying swords circled back and flew towards Mo Qi and his companions.
Tong Wuqi and Murong Yanran were deathly pale. Knowing they couldn't escape, they instinctively tried to run.
Mo Qi shouted, "Don't move!"
The two seemed to be under a paralysis spell and remained frozen.
According to their seating arrangement, the flying swords were approaching them in a vertical line.
The next moment, something incredible happened.
As the flying swords approached Tong Wuqi, they suddenly changed direction slightly, flowing like water, passing by his side, then by Mo Qi's side, then by Murong Yanran's side, and then by Le Yu's side.
Not only did they not injure them, but they didn't even graze their skin.
The flying swords then flew towards Song Dashun without exception. According to Song Dashun's technique, these swords were supposed to return to his magical artifact bag.
Most of the flying swords returned to his storage bag, but a few failed to obey. Not only did they not enter the magical artifact bag, but they pierced into his body, creating several holes.
It was as if the Twin-tailed Scorpion had killed itself.
Song Dashun fell to the ground, spewing blood, his eyes filled with terror, still not understanding what had happened.
Mo Qi walked directly over and stepped on his face.
"If you want to kill, don't make so many excuses, and don't blame others."
"Also, next time you reincarnate, figure out the situation first. The way you're acting, you're very likely to end up in the animal realm."
Song Dashun's eyes widened, and he mumbled, "It was, it was you!"
Mo Qi naturally understood his meaning and did not deny it, saying coldly, "It was me, but if I had known you were going to go on a killing spree, I would have preferred you knew it was me earlier. You beast, dying ten times wouldn't be enough."
Mo Qi kicked him in the neck.
Song Dashun gasped his last breath.
Murong Yanran and Tong Wuqi suddenly understood that there was a reason why he had been winning all along.
"Husband, hurry and save Uncle!" Murong Yanran called out as she regained her senses.
Before she could remind him, Mo Qi had already sped off, rushing towards the adjacent arena.
Upon entering the adjacent arena, he took a clear look.
Song Fugui stood there, frozen, while the others were playing a game of 蛊, table by table, completely unaware of the assassin beside them, let alone what had happened next door.
He couldn't bring himself to do it.
Mo Qi shouted, "Song Fugui, your father has been apprehended. Do you surrender or resist?"