Chapter 450
"I'm so sorry, I'm so sorry..."
Li Mo quickly helped him up.
"So this is the Divine Hammer Little Overlord? Such a heavy masculine aura."
The male Daoist nun licked her lips and laughed.
"This Divine Hammer Little Overlord is for me, the rest of you can leave it to the Holy Son and Master Tian, how about that?"
The old man didn’t ask; it was a statement.
He was determined to have Li Mo's body!
The stench of blood in the flesh-melting cave thickened once more. Everyone except Li Mo felt their essence being drained away.
The old man's figure suddenly appeared more imposing.
He slowly walked towards Li Mo, saying:
"When I was young, I entered the martial way through hard training. By the age of nine, I could tear apart tigers and leopards. Back then, I was as spirited as you are now. But alas, time waits for no one. My vitality waned, and I lost my peak, which is why I came to worship the Blood God."
"Today, I will give you the dignity of a warrior."
"Come on, show me your strongest fighting spirit, fight, struggle, and in the end, die like a cornered beast..."
Bang—
Before he could finish, a hammer fell from the sky, crashing down on his forehead with overwhelming force.
The old man felt a sharp pain, and his vision darkened.
In his realm, this probing strike certainly wouldn’t kill him.
But the pain was real.
"Let’s just fight; there’s no need for all this nonsense."
Li Mo put away the hammer, not feeling any joy from his successful sneak attack.
If he could be killed by a single blow from Li Mo, he wouldn’t even deserve to be called at the Fifth Realm.
"Don’t hold back! Let’s all fight together!" he urged.
In the next moment, the flesh on the mountain wall suddenly writhed, reassembling the old man's body as he descended from the air, fists flying like dragons, roaring...
No, it was a furious curse: "You little brat, no sense of martial ethics!"
Huang Donglai, Xiao Qin, Murong Xiao, and Zhao Jing were also engaged in battle.
Their opponents were Tan Zhuyin and the male Daoist nun, along with the followers of the Blood Refining Hall they led. In this external realm, the aura of these demon cultists was evidently stronger.
"Give it your all, give it your all..."
Zhao Jing brought out her trump card, the blade intent left to her by her master.
She stepped forward, ready to shield the others.
After all, she had a powerful master, while the rest probably didn’t have such strong hidden techniques... did they?
Xiao Qin trembled, his aura shifting, an ancient spirit wave rising around him.
He had summoned a deity!
"Don’t lose focus, little girl." Xiao Qin's voice had turned deep and hoarse.
The sword energy from his broken sword suddenly surged, extending for dozens of feet, meeting Tan Zhuyin head-on.
"Ah, I didn’t want to use this move."
"Half-Crazed Laughing Fist!"
Huang Donglai threw a punch, and the male Daoist nun's expression changed as she dodged behind one of her followers.
The follower was struck and immediately died laughing.
"Blood Transformation Palm!"
Another follower was hit, his body melting away.
"Double Fist of the Harmonious Union!"
The struck follower turned red in the face, lunging at the male Daoist nun, only to be turned to bones by her yin-yang energy.
The most relaxed among them was Murong Xiao, who was pondering a question.
If he used Li Mo's fighting king secret technique, but others couldn’t hear it, what would he do if they didn’t come to fight him?
Wouldn’t he be left with nothing to do?
"I need to learn the Buddhist Lion's Roar when I get back..."
Just as Murong Xiao was lost in thought, Li Mo's voice rang out.
It was still the genius Li, quick-witted even in battle, taking a moment to say:
"Huang, why should the combined technique require you to have the strongest sword? It can also give you the best shield!"
"You can use the combined technique with Murong too!"
"?"
Murong Xiao was taken aback.
Huang Donglai's eyes lit up as he rushed over to carry him.
Clang—
A demon cultist's dagger slashed at them, but Huang Donglai turned, letting the blade strike Murong Xiao's bald head.
Instead, the owner of the dagger was the one who got injured.
This damn double-faced turtle not only knew martial arts but also wore reverse armor. How would you deal with that?
"....."
Zhao Jing grew increasingly silent and worried as the fight went on.
She wasn’t afraid of her master not finding her.
What worried her was that if her master did arrive, they might mistake their target and hurt their own people.
After all, if the truth was unclear, she wouldn’t be able to tell who was a demon cultist, and might think her side was the more sinister one...
"Good, good, good. What a pity; if only you had joined my demon cult earlier."
"It seems I can’t give you a dignified end..."
Bang—
Before he could finish, a hammer that felt like the sky was collapsing came crashing down again.
"To hell with your dignity, stop talking so much."
Li Mo jumped up and smashed his hammer down again, exploding the old man's head.
"Die, old man!"
The old man outside the realm was furious, and the entire flesh-melting cave began to boil.
Clearly, he no longer intended to finish this battle in a true warrior's 1v1 style, but was ready to truly unleash the power of the external realm.
However, at that moment.
Li Mo's upper body suddenly swelled, and the hammer in his hand slipped from his grasp! It fell like a mountain, carrying the power of the world and the boundless force of the heavens.
Even the external realm began to tremble.
Countless flesh was pierced, and a path was truly opened! Even though the flesh healed quickly, it couldn’t recover in such a short time!
"Now’s our chance!"
The others understood immediately and rushed toward the path opened by the hammer.
Li Mo had been provoking them, waiting for the other side to get desperate.
"Leave them to me!"
It was clear that his tactic had worked; they were truly panicking.
Flesh sprouts began to grow on the mountain wall, wildly extending like vines, trying to keep everyone behind.
"You all go first!"
"Li, brother!"
Carried by Huang Donglai, Murong Xiao's eyes were bloodshot.
He saw Li Mo stop, turning to give them a parting glance, blocking the encroaching flesh vines.
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Chapter 502: I'm Lost
Boom—
Above the dilapidated temple, the destructive aura in the dark clouds had reached its peak, as if thunder would strike at any moment.
Heaven seemed to be angry.
Facing the wrath of the heavens, the girl in the dark-colored Xiu Xian dress fluttered, her eyes illuminated by the lightning, yet not a ripple stirred within her.
Crack—
A thunderclap erupted, and a lightning serpent as thick as a barrel roared down from the sky.
Bathed in the lightning, Ying Bing's furrowed brows relaxed slightly.
After enduring the heavenly tribulation, her originally fair skin became even more radiant, like pure ivory satin, seemingly soft yet capable of dissipating external forces.
"The heavenly tribulation of the Tribulation Body Jade indeed has a remarkable effect on refining the body."
"It should work for him too..."
"Let’s aim for today to elevate Ming Sha to the second layer."
Ying Bing took a moment to adjust her breathing, lowered her gaze to contemplate, and once again picked up the Tribulation Body Jade.
Two lightning patterns lit up on it simultaneously!
The dark clouds churned like boiling ink; even ordinary people standing there would feel their scalps tingle, unable to stand still.
Crack—
This time, the lightning didn’t grow thicker; instead, it became finer, transforming into a heavenly blade that slashed down.
The thunder reverberated in all directions, echoing across the land.
Ying Bing advanced rather than retreated, the light of Ming Jing Fan enveloping her.
The lightning flowed over her, refining every inch of her body that had been tempered by the lunar energy, making her meridians and acupoints shine brightly.
The Cold Fairy was unscathed, but the dilapidated temple behind her was suffering greatly.
The residual power of the heavenly tribulation crashed into the temple, demolishing the already crumbling structure.
The commotion spread far and wide.
...
In the imperial capital, the royal city.
In a grand and imposing mansion, soldiers guarded both inside and out, with the words "Qian Gongfu" written in elegant script on the plaque.
Inside the mansion, there were also rockeries, courtyards, and ponds, but this pond was different from others; it surged with rich lightning, a pool formed from liquid thunder.
The seventh realm powerhouse who controlled the path of heavenly punishment, the emperor's uncle, was leisurely examining a long sword with dragon scale patterns.
"This sword is quite good; it seems that old Du Wufeng hasn’t let his skills go to waste over the years."
Qian Gong lightly flicked the sword, producing a crisp sound.
"It should have been the most distinguished one at the Hidden Dragon Conference."
Jiang Yu looked at the Zunlong Sword, his expression no longer filled with the joy of first acquisition.
"Who would have thought that the Cold Fairy could summon the divine sword of the heavens and hand it over to Li Mo?"
The captain of the Celestial Patrol, wearing a black-gold mask, spoke up.
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