# Chapter 2377: Burning Bridges
Seeing Lin Feng pursue Qiongyu into the Divine Tomb, the others also prepared to move toward the tomb. However, at this moment, a cold shout rang out: "Stop!"
As the voice fell, Mo Tian's figure appeared before the Divine Tomb. His gaze swept over the crowd as he spoke: "Everyone, before matters here are resolved, it's best that you all stay. If anyone tries to forcefully enter the Divine Tomb, don't blame me for being ruthless."
Upon hearing Mo Tian's words, the crowd's pupils contracted. What an arrogant fellow. Yet, thinking of Mo Tian's identity, they could only shut their mouths. They would wait for this matter to be settled; there was no rush.
Several experts from the Flame Temple fixed their gaze on Mo Tian, their eyes extremely cold. "Mo Tian, your empty threats won't stop us."
"It doesn't matter. At the very least, none of you need to think about entering the Divine Tomb," Mo Tian said coldly. Tian Ruojian also came to Mo Tian's side. The two of them guarded the entrance. Who could break through?
"You overestimate yourself," a Minor Accomplishment Saint King stared at Mo Tian and said icily.
Mo Tian's gaze swept over, and his pupils suddenly turned incomparably cold. He reached out his hand, and instantly a terrifying beam of light appeared in the void, descending from the sky above to envelop that person. In that moment, the man felt as if his soul had been locked onto, as if an extremely dangerous aura was approaching him, seeking his life.
"You've cultivated it—flee!" The person beside him roared. The man enveloped by the beam of light had his expression freeze as his body flashed backward.
"Fleeing now is too late," Mo Tian said coldly. His eyes closed slightly, his expression solemn, as he spoke icily: "Great Fate Art, Fate Severing, kill!"
As his words fell, it seemed as though the power of the Heavenly Dao converged and was born. The beam of light cut down from the sky above. Instantly, the expert from the Flame Temple turned pale, trembling with a fear that came from the depths of his soul. Then, the crowd saw a ray of Heavenly Dao light scatter down from the sky. The Minor Accomplishment Saint King of the Flame Temple shuddered violently, then softly closed his eyes, his body collapsing to the ground—dead.
"If I hadn't wanted a living person, do you think Qiongyu could have escaped from my hands?" Mo Tian's eyes opened as he swept his gaze over the experts of the Flame Temple. The people of the Flame Temple fell silent, their expressions especially ugly. The Fate Temple's terrifying Heavenly Dao sacred technique attack art, the Great Fate Art's Fate Severing—very few had cultivated it. Now, the Prophet Mo Tian had cultivated it. Killing without a trace, unable to escape even if one tried.
"You truly dare to kill someone from my Flame Temple? Mo Tian, do you want to provoke a war between temples?" A Great Accomplishment Saint King from the Flame Temple stepped forward, looking at Mo Tian with an exceptionally cold expression.
"I have tolerated your Flame Temple for far too long. Since your Flame Temple does not fear a war between temples, why should my Fate Temple continue to endure?" As Mo Tian's words fell, the terrifying might of the Heavenly Dao gathered once more in the void, settling upon another Minor Accomplishment Saint King of the Flame Temple. That person's face instantly turned pale. The Great Fate Art, Fate Severing—an unsolvable, terrifying divine ability. Unless one could control the Heavenly Dao sacred art to counter it, but he clearly did not possess such power.
"Mo Tian, you go too far!" The expert from the Flame Temple roared, his body charging toward Mo Tian. Tian Ruojian took a slight step forward, his sword might terrifying. With a single slash, it seemed as if time itself would stop. The expert's body exploded backward, his palm condensing a terrifying black flame that he blasted toward the sword light.
"Kill!" From Mo Tian's mouth, another voice filled with killing intent was spat out. Fate Severing. The hearts of the crowd trembled violently. Another Minor Accomplishment Saint King had fallen on the spot, slain. Everyone fell silent one by one, standing in the distance. Mo Tian's might was truly terrifying.
With the divine ability falling, a Saint King fell. The experts of the Flame Temple all felt a chill. Mo Tian was still dealing with Minor Accomplishment Saint Kings. If he used the Great Fate Art's Fate Severing against a Great Accomplishment Saint King, what would happen? No one knew, because they had yet to experience the true power of Fate Severing.
Mo Tian had truly begun a massacre. This meant that the Fate Temple he represented would no longer tolerate the Flame Temple. After being hunted by the Flame Temple time and again for their disciples, the Fate Temple was enraged.
"The Flame Temple will never let this go!" A Great Accomplishment Saint King said in an icy voice.
"I don't intend to let it go either. If the matter of Tianyan City is not properly resolved today, from now on, my Fate Temple is prepared for war. I hope your Flame Temple is also mentally prepared," Mo Tian said calmly, causing the people of the Flame Temple's expressions to stiffen. The matter of Tianyan City?
They and Qiongyu had entered the Divine Tomb, completely unaware of what had happened at Tianyan City. It seemed something had angered the Fate Temple. Even more terrifying was that the Fate Temple was actually prepared for war. A war between temples—hearing this, their hearts felt as if they were pounding. If war broke out, could their Flame Temple truly withstand it? It would be a disaster for both temples.
"Tian Ruojian, how has our Flame Temple offended you? And that young man just now—who is he?" The expert from the Flame Temple looked toward Tian Ruojian.
"I just can't stand you," Tian Ruojian said lightly, saying nothing more, causing the experts of the Flame Temple to have ugly expressions.
On the other side, after Lin Feng stepped into the Divine Tomb, a terrifying flame aura descended. He felt as if this entire world was a fire-attributed realm. No wonder this entrance was called the Fire Tomb—it was extremely scorching.
But at this moment, Lin Feng had no mind to think about what this place was. His divine sense madly surged upward, searching for Qiongyu. Soon, he sensed a terrifying aura in the distance. His body madly rushed out, wrapped in Void Power and Wind Power. With every step he took, it was as if he was performing a spatial teleportation.
"Qiongyu, fight me!" A terrifying voice spread into the distance, shaking heaven and earth. Qiongyu in the distance also sensed that only Lin Feng was pursuing him. Moreover, this person's aura was not too powerful—probably even lower in realm than himself. However, the Sacred King Weapon in his hand was strange, a very powerful Sacred King Weapon. Aside from that, the power of the man himself was also quite peculiar.
His figure did not stop. Qiongyu's body continuously flickered forward. Even if he was going to fight Lin Feng, he couldn't do it near the entrance. He had to get far away first, to avoid Mo Tian and Tian Ruojian chasing in. Those two, Qiongyu knew he couldn't handle. And even now, Qiongyu didn't understand why Mo Tian and Tian Ruojian were hunting him. It seemed he had never known Mo Tian or Tian Ruojian.
"Fate Temple!" A cold light flashed in Qiongyu's eyes. In this area where flames spread, the aura was terrifying, but it seemed very desolate. The two chased each other through the void at extreme speed, the distance gradually closing.
Meanwhile, at Tianyan City, the people of the Flame Temple and the Fate Temple remained silent. However, at that moment, from the direction of the Flame Temple, a person's body suddenly erupted with an icy aura. Abruptly, his gaze shot toward the Prophet, his pupils cold to the extreme.
"Mo Tian, your true body killed someone from my Flame Temple!" The expert roared, his voice extremely cold. This voice shattered the calm space, causing everyone's expressions to freeze, especially the people of the Flame Temple. Mo Tian's true body? Some of the older generation knew that Mo Tian's true body had been cultivating in seclusion for many years. Now, had he emerged?
The Prophet's gaze turned toward the other party, his expression very calm. This point was clearly impossible to hide.
"You are hunting Qiongyu!" That person's aura grew colder and colder.
"Back during the Nine Heavens meeting, you already dealt with my Fate Temple's disciples. Later, time and again, and now you have crossed my Fate Temple's bottom line by laying hands on the relatives of my Fate Temple's disciples. Do you of the Flame Temple truly believe that only you can continuously break through my Fate Temple's limits of tolerance, while my Fate Temple can only wait to be slaughtered? That notion is far too laughable."
The Prophet said indifferently: "Release the person now, and we will leave. At the same time, cease all actions, and stop hunting Qiongyu."
"Release the person? Have him come over!" The expert pointed his finger at Lin Feng, his voice cold.
"It seems there is nothing to discuss," the Prophet said lightly. The void fell silent once more. And the people of the Flame Temple were no longer so relaxed. They felt immense pressure. This time, the Fate Temple was no longer silent. Instead, they had begun to strike against the Flame Temple. The other side was hunting Qiongyu, clearly intending to use Qiongyu to threaten them into releasing the person.
Now, they could only wait and see if Qiongyu could escape, breaking free from the Fate Temple's control.
"Mo Tian, if Qiongyu is unharmed, then you wait to pay the price!" A cold voice rang out, causing the Prophet's expression to turn cold. "The moment we start dealing with your people, you start jumping like cornered dogs? If Zhetian is harmed, my Fate Temple will declare full-scale war against the Flame Temple!"
As Mo Tian's words fell, the entire void fell silent. There were people from other temples present, but upon hearing Mo Tian's words, they sneered inwardly. No one went to help the Flame Temple. If the Fate Temple and the Flame Temple truly went to war, that would be interesting. Best if Lin Feng also died—the Flame Temple would certainly spare no effort to kill the fuse, Lin Feng!