Chapter 452
Xiao Li quickly snapped back to reality; how could he space out at a time like this?
Well, it’s not my fault that Ice Chunk is so reckless...
Boom—
Gu Wuhen, caught off guard, changed color dramatically. His body instinctively tried to dodge, but he was ultimately too slow to evade the swift sword strike, which shattered the balance of yin and yang, causing the pure and turbid energies to clash chaotically.
But the sword's target was not him.
It was the old man in the external scene.
After all, the old man was at the fifth realm. The form that Li Mo had shattered merged back into his external scene.
Roar—
A sudden howl erupted, filled with endless resentment, sending chills down one’s spine. Blood rained down in the cave, and each drop eroded the flesh, dragging the soul into despair.
The blood rain poured down, and upon touching the lightning, it would evaporate into thick black smoke.
Heavenly thunder is the nemesis of evil and wickedness, but one cannot ignore the gap in realms.
The lightning began to weaken, seemingly on the verge of being consumed by the blood rain.
Suddenly—
Boom—thunder rumbled again in the sky.
The dark clouds had lost their original color, transforming into a swirling vortex of golden lightning, brewing an increasingly terrifying and destructive aura.
“Ice Chunk wants to invoke the fourth heavenly tribulation?”
Li Mo instantly understood her intention.
Even though her physique was exceptional, that was only in relation to the third realm. Just moments ago, he clearly saw that Ice Chunk’s face was expressionless, yet her lips were tightly pressed together.
The third realm was likely already the limit for Ying Bing.
She didn’t even know if she could handle the fourth heavenly tribulation...
There was no time to think. He retracted his hammer treasure, fully activating the Eight-Nine Profound Art, while his figure flickered.
Smack—
Just a second before the heavenly tribulation was triggered, he grasped Ice Chunk’s delicate hand.
Ying Bing was taken aback, her bright eyes slightly lowering.
“Ice Chunk, can you not be so sudden next time?”
“I know you know me.”
Ying Bing’s expression was cold, but her body and heart felt numb, perhaps because the fourth heavenly tribulation was too fierce, making one feel as if they were being electrocuted even before it descended?
“?”
The old man in the external scene no longer had a physical form; he had merged into his own external scene.
If he had one, a question mark would surely pop up above his head.
What the hell is this life-and-death battle! You guys are fighting across two realms!
Can’t you be a bit more serious, a bit more dignified?!
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Chapter 504: The Arrival of Lord Qian, How Did She Find Me?
Smack—
In the next moment, lightning leaped and struck Li Mo’s back.
Destructive electricity spread across his body, with every inch of flesh being reborn in destruction. The world before him lost its color, completely turning into pure white; at this moment, Li Mo could no longer feel any pain.
Yet he could still sense his body being torn apart and then mended.
There seemed to be some kind of balance, and once that balance was broken, his flesh would collapse.
It was the Eight-Nine Profound Art and a physique comparable to a renowned artifact that barely helped him maintain this balance; otherwise, he would have to rely solely on his indestructible body.
He opened his eyes.
Before him, amidst the white haze, a pair of silver-white eyes blinked open.
The heavenly tribulation was being endured by both of them.
Ying Bing had found a space to leverage its power.
The void trembled, the divine sky was formless, the divine sword was selfless, and the one wielding the divine sword to command the divine sky had a glimmer of gentle light in her eyes that never wavered.
At this moment, all barriers of flesh were contracting.
The old man’s form emerged from within, covered in lumps of flesh, his eyes cold and blood-red, and suddenly, his chest began to writhe.
A dark green arm burst forth, tearing through his chest, covered in dark veins, dry yet exuding an eerie strength, with a mouth full of sharp teeth in its palm.
“Not... at... all... dignified...”
After uttering this phrase, the old man lost his self-awareness, becoming merely a vessel for that arm.
In the blink of an eye, Li Mo caught a glimpse of the arm’s appearance.
Is that from the Southern Wilderness?
No, it doesn’t seem like it; that was just the right hand, this one... is the left hand?
Bang!
The tip of the sword, carrying the heavenly tribulation, collided with the fist, causing the cave to tremble as if it were about to collapse at any moment.
Ying Bing’s figure retreated like a fleeting shadow, the terrifying force of the impact dissipated by the flowing light of her divine attire.
She furrowed her brows, staring at that arm, momentarily hesitating to strike again.
“The owner of this arm must have had an incredible physique in life.”
Li Mo observed clearly.
Ying Bing’s sword strike couldn’t be taken lightly even by his own physique, yet that dark green fist remained unscathed, not even a faint white mark left behind.
On the arm, there seemed to be other wounds, each one lingering with a terrifying remnant of divine intent, the likes of which were left by some unknown existence.
Puff—
The dark green arm suddenly detached from the old man’s body.
Li Mo tensed up, but the arm didn’t attack them; instead, it flew towards Gu Wuhen in the yin-yang hall. In the latter’s terrified gaze, it tore open his chest and burrowed inside.
The scene was a bit inappropriate for children.
“What is this? Digging into one of our own?”
Li Mo was slightly taken aback, then suddenly realized.
It seemed the other side wanted to retreat.
And?
Where did the heavenly tribulation in the sky go?
Above the heavens, a figure stood there, having appeared without anyone noticing.
At first glance, he seemed to have no aura, but upon closer inspection, one would find that his aura had long since merged with the surrounding world. His face was aged, surrounded by rolling thunder, yet all of it was contained due to his presence.
His old eyes were sharp and imposing, hands clasped behind his back, looking down at the cave like a thunder god casting his gaze from above an ant hill.
“It’s the one from the Yunmeng Underground Palace, the Master of Xuan...”
Li Mo understood why the other side suddenly wanted to flee.
But...
The good news was that he was a powerful figure from Dayu.
The bad news was whether this Master of Xuan was friend or foe was still up for debate.
“Little girl, that sword you used to invoke the heavenly punishment reminded me of an old friend, but...”
Lord Qian looked at the sword in her hand, his gaze nostalgic, yet he shook his head:
“She was not as good as you.”
His words and the thunderclap resonated simultaneously.
At this moment, Gu Wuhen, who had that arm burrow into him, had already turned and was fleeing madly in the direction he came from. The many followers of the Demon Summoning Sect, upon seeing Lord Qian, scattered in all directions.
This was a seventh realm in its prime, a powerful sage who commanded the path of heavenly tribulation.
No one had the courage to face him directly; fleeing was merely a survival instinct.
Li Mo also pulled Ying Bing and quickly ascended, leaving the cave.
A flash of lightning appeared, coming straight at them.
It was a snake spear, tearing through chaos, annihilating all in its path, like the first glimmer of light at the dawn of creation.
This spear was more than that.
It was beyond Li Mo’s comprehension of martial arts; if he had to describe it, that previous fourth heavenly tribulation didn’t even compare to one percent or one-thousandth of this, not even in the same league.
Fortunately, this spear was not aimed at them; it merely brushed past.
The cave instantly became a desperate prison, filled with the roar of countless thunders.
Who knows if anyone from the Blood Refining Hall would survive, or if that arm would be obliterated by the heavenly tribulation.
“Master of Xuan...”
Li Mo felt the lightning pass by for a long time before his soul seemed to return to his body.
“Great news!”
Mu Rongxiao, who had been waiting at the edge of the ruins, brightened up and rushed over.
“Brother Mu Rong!” Xiao Qin wanted to stop him, but it was too late.
Crackle.
The residual heavenly tribulation struck Mu Rongxiao, leaving him charred on the outside but tender on the inside. He opened his mouth and let out a puff of smoke:
“Anyway, as long as you’re okay, Li brother.”
“Thank goodness, it’s a relief that Ying junior sister attracted that Master of Xuan.”
Xiao Qin sat on the ground, too sore to stand up.
He still didn’t know that Li Mo could retreat into the small world at any time, feeling quite lucky to have survived the ordeal.
“Master, I’m fine. These few are my companions who helped me destroy this hideout.”
Zhao Jing led a middle-aged man over at this moment.
The middle-aged man wore a black-gold cloak, a black gauze hat, and had a deep “川” pattern between his brows, with a pair of spirited round eyes.
Not only he, but several strong subordinates followed behind him.
This must be the divine constable.
Emmm...
Always arriving late to the scene, the bureaucrats of the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths really do follow tradition... Li Mo thought to himself, speechless.
“Lord Qian actually came too...”
The middle-aged man looked at the few young people before him: “Thanks to your assistance, otherwise my disciple would have been in grave danger. Could you please elaborate on what happened?”
With Lord Qian stepping in, he no longer needed to pursue the criminals.
Li Mo recounted everything from the death of Lu Zhuang to meeting Zhao Jing, only omitting some irrelevant details.
For instance, the secret chamber, the four burly men, and the bound female inspector...
He only mentioned that everyone acted with righteousness, standing up against injustice.
“Then why was the Cold Fairy here?”
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