Chapter 153
A few senior brothers and sisters in the Guan Shen realm couldn't help but look around.
Not far away, trees were toppling one after another.
Various powerful exotic beasts, their eyes glowing crimson, had lost all sense of reason.
From their auras, most of them were at the eighth rank, with over a dozen at the seventh rank.
Among them was one that had reached the peak of the seventh rank, a white-horned eagle with feathers as tough as steel.
It was equivalent to the ninth aperture of the Guan Shen realm.
Strange.
When they had just arrived at the Zhen Beast Peak, they had patrolled the area, and those exotic beasts had been quite docile.
How could they suddenly go berserk?
Could it be—
Whoosh—
A signal flare shot up from Xu Zhiqing, bursting into a brilliant display of fireworks in the sky.
Then she shouted, “Junior brothers, split up and block them!”
As soon as her voice fell, the group retreated together.
Xu Zhiqing had intended to tell Li Mo to stay put, but as her gaze shifted, she only caught a glimpse of a shadow.
Swish.
What just zipped past?
Oh, it was Junior Brother Li.
Wait, it was Junior Brother Li!
In a rush, Li Mo had no time to use the Tianming Divine Eye and could only do his best to intercept the exotic beasts.
The first one he faced was a seventh-rank beast.
A giant bear covered in rocks, resembling a small mountain, swung a paw down towards Li Mo.
Xu Zhiqing was about to rush in, but Ouyang held her back.
“Let’s intercept from another direction.”
“But—”
“If you can’t hold on later, just shout for Junior Brother Li to save you.”
“???”
Boom—
A loud crash echoed from not far away.
Li Mo’s fist, imbued with both extreme cold and heat, surged forth like a dragon, crashing down.
The massive rock bear was sent flying, its rocky armor shattering instantly, knocking down several eighth-rank beasts in succession.
The flying bear had immense destructive power.
Xu Zhiqing: “…”
Miao Jinyin: “…”
Ouyang: “You should’ve said so earlier; let’s just focus on stopping the eighth-rank beasts.”
Li Mo glanced at his own fist.
Just now, he hadn’t used any martial arts; he had merely tapped into the power of two Xuan Dan.
Among the seventh-rank beasts, aside from those with special bloodlines, the rock bear’s strength was nearly at its peak, yet before his power, it was like a child.
If two Xuan Dan could do this, what would three hundred sixty-five be like? A human-shaped nuclear bomb?
“The bear paw of the rock bear seems quite tasty.”
“If we take down these exotic beasts, we won’t need to buy groceries for a long time.”
Li Mo began to gather free ingredients.
Of course, he didn’t forget his responsibilities.
The Tianming Divine Eye remained activated, searching for any possible traces of Yin Huaxuan.
Suddenly.
The white-horned eagle, at the peak of the seventh rank, flapped its wings, stirring up a fierce wind, its aura rising to a peak.
Its eyes locked onto Li Mo, as if gathering all its strength to charge at him.
Li Mo instinctively took a defensive stance.
After all, it was a peak seventh-rank beast; it deserved some respect.
Then.
The white-horned eagle moved like lightning, but it was heading in another direction.
Li Mo: “…”
So you’re trying to run?
He observed that Ouyang and the others were handling the eighth-rank beasts with ease, and he had already cleared out most of the seventh-rank beasts.
Only then did he shoot off like an arrow, chasing after it.
Meanwhile.
At the Shen Bing Peak.
Seeing the fireworks explode at the nearby Zhen Beast Peak, several true disciples immediately stood up.
“Zhen Beast Peak?”
“Didn’t we just check that place? Is Yin Huaxuan still there?”
“Futu, you stay here and guard this area. We’ll head over to investigate.”
After leaving this message, the true disciples flew towards Zhen Beast Peak.
“Take care.”
Futu slowly rose, looking towards the distance.
At the Forging Pavilion, a figure carrying the aura of the Weapon Peak moved away.
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Bang—
With a single strike, it was like striking leather.
Yin Huaxuan was sent flying backward, twisting in mid-air to dissipate the force.
When he landed, he channeled the energy into the ground, shattering countless stones.
Glancing at the nearby white-horned eagle, Li Mo did not release a signal flare.
The Tianming Divine Eye swept over.
[Name: Yin Huaxuan]
[Age: 70]
[Root Bone: Beast Blood Training Body]
[Realm: Inner Scene, Eighth Layer]
[Fate: Blue with Gray]
[Evaluation: Guardian of the Hundred Beasts Hall of the Demon Cult, broken dragon horn, inner world sealed, in a severely injured state.]
[Recent Encounter: Lured the tiger away from its mountain, intending to escape on a mount from Qingyuan Sect.]
[Name: Futu.]
[Age: 45]
[Root Bone: Beast Blood Training Body]
[Realm: Guan Shen, Eight Apertures]
[Fate: Blue]
[Evaluation: Guide of the Hundred Beasts Hall of the Demon Cult, subordinate to Yin Huaxuan, has been lurking in Qingyuan Sect for thirty years, deeply scheming, with poor innate root bone, hoping to gain a higher position in the Demon Cult and reverse his fate.]
[Recent Encounter: Assisted Yin Huaxuan in escaping and left a backup plan within him.]
Yin Huaxuan’s face flushed with a sickly red.
“Futu, time is of the essence. If we don’t act together to deal with him, we’ll both be stuck here!”
As his voice fell, he forcibly channeled his energy, scales sprouting all over his body, resembling a dragon demon, charging straight at Li Mo.
The overwhelming aura swept through, shattering the stone pillars in the stream and forest.
However, his broken dragon horn diminished his might significantly compared to when he was in Qinghe County.
Old grudges and new enmities.
He unleashed all his strength the moment he attacked.
The white-horned eagle also swooped down from the air.
“Elder Yin.”
“Have you been slacking off these past few days?”
Li Mo used the first move of the Fighting King technique while his right hand wielded the Chixiao Sword, its light blazing, casting numerous sword shadows like a sun.
With two Xuan Dan in his body, this ultimate technique shone brighter than ever.
“Die!”
Suddenly, Futu arrived, his eyes cold and sharp.
His body swelled, resembling forged steel.
The roar of tigers and leopards erupted, and shadows of tigers and leopards appeared behind him, almost tangible, an immense pressure crashing down like a tidal wave.
This was the result of observing the Guan Shen Diagram, condensing his own spirit and enhancing his power, thus multiplying his might when he struck.
It could be said that any practitioner in the Guan Shen realm would struggle to withstand such a siege for long.
But at that moment, the aperture on Li Mo’s forehead began to glow.
He had only one aperture in the Guan Shen realm.
His spirit strength was insufficient to depict the grand divine form of the great Dao.
But if he merely released a trace of moonlight to protect himself, it was still enough.
Buzz—
Moonlight enveloped him, like a light veil of water.
Instantly, everything around slowed down; Li Mo felt as if he could see the lightning-fast white-horned eagle, each feather gently swaying in the wind.
“No, it’s not that they’re slowing down.”
“It’s that I’m speeding up.”
A realization dawned on Li Mo.
Moreover, this sense of speed wasn’t merely about velocity.
It was time.
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At Zhen Beast Peak.
Elder Hanhe arrived first, his gaze sweeping over Ouyang and the others, then at the ground littered with exotic beast corpses, he spoke solemnly, “Have you found any trace of Yin Huaxuan?”
“Reporting to Elder, the exotic beasts at Zhen Beast Peak suddenly went berserk, which is why we released the signal flare,” Xu Zhiqing said, cupping her fist.
“Berserk beasts?” Elder Hanhe raised an eyebrow in surprise; these beasts were only eighth rank.
Ouyang wiped the sweat from his brow, “Actually, there were quite a few seventh-rank beasts earlier.”
“And now?”
“They’ve all been slain by Junior Brother Li.”
Xu Zhiqing bit her lip, her expression complex.
If it weren’t for Junior Brother Li, they would have been injured to some extent.
“Slain?” Elder Hanhe was momentarily taken aback.
The old man pondered; he wasn’t blind—where were the corpses?
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Yin Huaxuan’s weakened body crashed to the ground.
Futu’s aura, however, was rising steadily; the tiger and leopard shadows behind him melted into his body, and scales began to appear on his skin.
His forehead bulged, as if something was about to emerge.
He, surprisingly, began to resemble Yin Huaxuan in his prime.
“As long as I kill again—”
Whoosh—
Once more, that hammer came crashing down, neither fast nor slow.
The fifth rule of the Fighting King: When someone is showing off, they’re not thinking straight; hitting them when they least expect it often yields the best results.
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