"Is that person dead?" Ji Haidan's eyes widened in disbelief as she spoke.
Although she wasn't familiar with Lin Mo, it was clear to her that Lin Mo was likely a good person while those others were the bad guys.
Relief washed over the faces of the Black Witch Sect's elders as they thought that once Lin Mo was dead, they could divide his treasures among themselves.
The Witch King narrowed his eyes slightly, also finding it unexpectedly easy to kill Lin Mo, which was somewhat beyond his expectations.
"Mr. Lin," Master Feng gazed at the vanishing figure of Lin Mo, his expression turning somber. Could Lin Mo have really just died like that?
However, almost immediately, a determination shone in Master Feng's eyes. How could Master Lin, with his godly might, die so easily?
Just as the Witch King and the other elders of Witch Sect were certain that Lin Mo must have died inside, everyone was suddenly stunned.
Because a golden beam of light suddenly burst from the black "tornado," about thirty meters long.
Then, another beam shot out from the other end, followed shortly by multiple golden beams erupting from within the tornado. In no time, dozens of golden beams burst forth, blinding everyone with their brilliance.
Almost instantly, the Witch King's eyes widened in shock, his pupils contracting as he saw what seemed to be cracks appearing on the tornado. The entire tornado shattered, with countless ghosts dissolving away, the rest burrowing into the Ghost Banner.
Where the tornado had been, now only a young man stood in mid-air, holding a longsword, in solitary defiance.
The Witch King and all the elders showed looks of utter astonishment, while Master Feng, Ji Haidan, and the others could barely contain their excitement.
At the same time, the massive Ghost Banner that had been hanging in the sky also trembled, with a few fine cracks appearing.
"How, how is this possible?"
The Witch King's eyes bulged as he stared at the damaged Ghost Banner, disbelief written all over his face, tinged with a hint of heartache.
The Ghost Banner had been broken by Lin Mo.
This was the Witch Sect's Sect-protecting Treasure, and now with several cracks, it would take at least ten years or more to repair.
Lin Mo stood tall in the air. If the Soul Banner hadn't been damaged before, he wouldn't have been able to destroy it so easily.
Without any hesitation, Lin Mo's gaze fell on the Witch King, and he swung his sword straight at him.
Reacting at last, the Witch King instantly turned into a cloud of Black Fog to dodge the attack. The sword light, swift as lightning, missed the Witch King but shattered the soul of the old Sect Hierarch to dust.
"Stop."
Seeing Lin Mo coming after him again, the Witch King couldn't help but shout out loud.
Lin Mo paused for a moment and looked at him, a skeptical expression on his face, "What, are you scared now?"
"Wrestling with you would result in mutual destruction," the Witch King said. "After all, I have no undying grudge against you. I only moved against you because I listened to the old Sect Hierarch's words."
The Witch King had cultivated for more than a hundred years and had finally reached his current Realm. Fighting Lin Mo would surely leave him gravely wounded even if it didn't kill him.
"Weren't you just now trying to kill me and take my possessions? And now you say there's no grudge between us?"
Lin Mo sneered coldly.
The Witch King frowned and suddenly asked, "What is your relationship with that woman from the Miao Xue Divine Palace?"
Lin Mo was taken aback for a moment. He had been searching out the people from Witch Sect precisely to learn about the Miao Xue Divine Palace. These ancient sects, now no longer emerging before ordinary people, perhaps only the members of the Witch Sect knew their secrets and information.
"Do you know about the Miao Xue Divine Palace?" Lin Mo asked.
Seeing the change in Lin Mo's expression, the Witch King became certain of his thoughts. During the time Lin Mo had spent in the Death Forest, the Witch King had investigated the ins and outs thoroughly. That's why he felt that Lin Mo had an extraordinary relationship with the women of the Miao Xue Divine Palace.
"Of course, I know. As long as you don't fight me, I can tell you about the situation of the Miao Xue Divine Palace," the Witch King said.
Lin Mo retracted his Xuanyuan Sword. He and the Witch King didn't really have any deep-seated hatred. Right now, the most important thing was to understand the situation with the Miao Xue Divine Palace, especially since Xia Mengdie had suddenly become Miao Xin and had gone to the Miao Xue Divine Palace, even forgetting about him.
There must be some secret hidden within this.
Seeing Lin Mo sheathe his treasure sword, the Witch King secretly let out a sigh of relief.
He spoke slowly, "The Miao Xue Divine Palace is also considered one of the ancient sects in Huaxia, with a history almost as long as ours, the Witch Sect. However, since Earth entered the age of technology, these ancient sects have hidden themselves away and rarely step into the mundane world. After all, everyone is pursuing cultivation, seeking to reach a higher realm. As for the ordinary humans, in the eyes of people like us, they're no different from monkeys."
Lin Mo frowned upon hearing this.
The Witch King spoke with a hint of resentment in his eyes, coldly snorting, "A hundred years ago, our Witch Clan was one of the top ten sects in Huaxia. But those so-called righteous people persecuted our Witch Clan to the brink of extinction, forcing me to take my disciples and flee to Myanmar."
"Among them were those two old witches from the Miao Xue Divine Palace."
At this point, the Witch King was grinding his teeth, evidently harboring deep hatred towards the Miao Xue Divine Palace.
"The Miao Xue Divine Palace only admits female disciples. They claim to be pure as ice and as clean as jade, a righteous sect on the surface. But in reality, their underground dealings are even filthier than those of us considered deviant paths."
Lin Mo's frown deepened. Now that Xia Mengdie was also in the Miao Xue Divine Palace, could there be another secret?
"You mentioned that the Miao Xue Divine Palace is involved in dirty dealings. What do you know about that?" asked Lin Mo.
The Witch King slowly said, "The Miao Xue Divine Palace is essentially just an alchemy sect. Their cultivation methods ultimately aim to turn themselves into an 'Elixir' to be consumed by someone higher up. To put it plainly, they are waiting for their disciples to turn themselves into elixirs, to then be given to some cultivators with high cultivation as their tripod furnaces!"
Hearing the Witch King's words, Lin Mo's expression changed. He clenched his fists tightly, his eyes revealing a cold glint.
"No wonder Meng Die's cultivation has advanced so quickly to such strength. I thought it was because the sect had given her abundant resources, or that she was provided with a suitable cultivation method. So this is what it was."
Lin Mo clenched his fists so tightly that his knuckles made a crackling sound, turning white with the force.
He might have discovered all this earlier, but at that time, all his attention was on Xia Mengdie, and he hadn't paid much attention to these details.
Sensing the change in Lin Mo's expression and the surge of killing intent from within, the Witch King couldn't help but shiver, looking at the young man before him in surprise.
The Witch King was over a hundred and fifty years old. He had seen all kinds of people, but he had never seen someone radiate such a powerful aura of murderous intent, almost as if they had slaughtered countless people before. Yet this youth seemed to be only in his teens.
"It seems I must return to Huaxia immediately and find Meng Die."
Lin Mo snapped back to his senses. If he waited until Meng Die turned into an 'Elixir,' she could end up being offered to some Great Power by the Miao Xue Divine Palace as a tripod furnace, which he would never allow to happen.
With that thought, Lin Mo turned and flew back to the hotel, taking Master Feng directly toward the Myanmar border. Now was not the time to tangle with the Witch King and his people; he had to hurry back to Huaxia immediately.
The Witch King and the other elders breathed a simultaneous sigh of relief when they saw Lin Mo leave.
"It seems like there's going to be a good show at the Miao Xue Divine Palace this time," the Witch King squinted his eyes, a hint of coldness flashing in their depths.
Lin Mo was powerful and full of youthful fervor. He seemed to have an unusual relationship with the Goddess of the Miao Xue Divine Palace, and since the Miao Xue Divine Palace had been involved in driving the Witch Sect away, the Witch King naturally hoped that Lin Mo would bring trouble to them.
(The excitement continues tomorrow.)