"Sword Dao Domain. Sea of Asura!"
Liu Zhengming closed his eyes, his aura pouring out like an ocean, instantly turning everything around him into powder—grass, leaves, stone benches, all transformed into dust.
Lu Xing and the others retreated in panic, watching the scene before them in horror.
Liu Zhengming opened his eyes, which were blood-red, making him look like a God Demon, his black hair fluttering backward.
And he himself slowly transformed from a middle-aged man into the form of a youth.
"My life span is nearly over, but I will kill you even if it costs me my life," Liu Zhengming said indifferently.
Suddenly, the environment around them changed drastically. Within the endless void, a sea of stars ebbed and flowed, with tens of thousands of swords thrust into the void. Lin Mo and Liu Zhengming floated in the midst of this void, the surrounding scenery and everything else turning into nothingness.
"This is my domain, an invincible domain. You can't use your True Qi, can't cast spells. Here, I am God," Liu Zhengming said softly.
Whether it was the Martial Artists from Han Country, Heavenly Master, or Lu Xing and others, their faces turned pale, creating a domain of their own comprehension was something only a God could accomplish.
This man, Liu Zhengming, was too monstrous.
"If you are a God, then today I will slay a God," Lin Mo said coldly, a golden light bursting from his eyes, displaying unmatchable resolve, a faint golden aura emanating from his body.
"My parents, my family, my friends, my wife, they are all waiting for me. I have obsessions in my heart, and when a God blocks my way, the God shall be slain," Lin Mo gritted his teeth, his eyes as deep as an ancient abyss.
"Alright, I'll see how you slay a God!"
Liu Zhengming snorted coldly, and immediately tens of thousands of Flying Swords rose into the air within the void, turning into meteors with trailing lights, rushing towards Lin Mo.
"Sword Shadow Splitting Light Skill." Lin Mo moved his spell, the Xuanyuan Sword in his hand splitting from one into two, two into three, three into countless, eventually forming hundreds of Flying Swords surrounding him, crushing the incoming Flying Swords.
"In my domain, you can still use spells and Martial Power?" Liu Zhengming's face showed surprise.
Lin Mo shook his head, "If you could really create your own domain, you would have killed me just now. This domain, without any Daoist rules, is merely arranged by your energy."
"Stop playing God in here. This domain has already been rid of True Qi. How long can you sustain yourself with the True Qi within your body?" Liu Zhengming bared his teeth, his face showing anger.
"Destruction Fist."
Lin Mo stood within the Sword Array, his hands loosely clasped as if a baby in a womb, everything returning to the origin. Gradually, a brilliant starry sky emerged around him, with a Silver Moon and a blazing sun appearing to each side, facing each other.
"What is this?" Liu Zhengming's face changed color.
A vast and desolate power converged on Lin Mo's fist. Finally, Lin Mo opened his eyes, golden light shooting a hundred meters from his pupils, and he fiercely punched towards the void.
The entire Sword Domain trembled, a destructive force sweeping like a wild wave. Almost simultaneously, all the Flying Swords within the domain silently turned into dust, and the Sword Domain itself collapsed, finally revealing the original surroundings.
Liu Zhengming knelt on one knee, a trace of gray in his hair, his head raised with a look of bitterness and reluctance, "Even if you are a genius, you shouldn't be this powerful. To shatter my Sword Domain, who exactly are you?"
"Lin Mo." Lin Mo looked at Liu Zhengming, who continued to age rapidly, his True Qi and life span utterly depleted within the Sword Domain.
At last, Liu Zhengming became an old man resembling withered wood, his face carrying a hint of reluctance as he fell! The Second Generation Sword Saint had died in battle, shocking Han Country!
The Martial Artists from Han Country stood in the distance, their faces stunned and eyes red-rimmed.
The Heavenly Masters also retracted their Mirror Technique, sighed deeply, and immediately turned into streaks of light, fleeing into the distance—they had to report back immediately to the higher-ups about this incident.
"Liu Sheng Sword Saint..."
The man heralded as the greatest genius in the Martial Arts World of Han Country for the past century, the last Sword Saint had fallen!
Han Country Martial Artists knelt on the ground, sobbing uncontrollably.
Once the news spread, it would likely destabilize the entire Martial Arts World of Han Country, and those at the upper echelons would surely be enraged.
Although the world was in a relatively peaceful state, with major powers possessing nuclear weapons to deter world wars similar to the first and second ones that nearly devastated humanity, every country's underground forces were engaged in covert struggles that nearly also determined their status on the world stage.
Now, Lin Mo had slain Liu Zhengming, effectively slapping Han Country harshly in the face.
In the ancient courtyard, after circling in the air for a while, the Xuanyuan Sword emitted a pleasant chirp and then transformed into a streak of silver light that entered Lin Mo's spine.
"What a pity," Lin Mo said, looking at Liu Zhengming's body and shaking his head.
Although the other was his enemy, Lin Mo still felt a tinge of regret; after all, Liu Zhengming was indeed a magnificent talent.
It was just unfortunate that he had encountered him.
Lu Xing, Zhuang Ziruo, Wu Yihan, Chen Yanghao, Zhang Yesheng, Li Yang, and others stood in place, each showing a look of surprise on their faces or sighing in relief. Yet, in their astonishment, there was even more shock.
Shocked at Lin Mo's strength.
They now understood that they had severely underestimated him. Lin Mo had killed the Sword Saint of Han Country, and he possessed a Flying Sword not inferior to their sect's treasured artifacts.
"Brother Lin, you truly deserve the title of Strongest King in the Qingyun List," Li Yang stepped forward, his eyes filled with warmth as he spoke respectfully to Lin Mo.
"Lin Tanyu, you're formidable, but I will defeat you in the future," Chen Yanghao clenched his fists and gritted his teeth.
Wu Yihan smiled faintly, "Brother Lin, by killing Liu Zhengming today, won't Han Country seek revenge against you? You need to be careful."
"I'm going back to Emei," Zhuang Ziruo said softly as she looked at the crack on her Sword God.
Lin Mo turned around, a faint smile curling his lips, "Aren't you all going to challenge me anymore?"
"Brother Lin, with our meager skills, we're probably not even worth your attention, so we'd rather not embarrass ourselves. But you've avenged and won honor for our Huaxia Martial Arts World by killing the Sword Saint of Han Country today," Zhang Yesheng shook his head bitterly.
"Let me take a look at your sword," Lin Mo, bare-chested, walked over to Zhuang Ziruo and held out his delicate palm.
Zhuang Ziruo slightly furrowed her brows and hesitated but then pursed her lips and handed over her treasure sword.
"A Low-Grade Spiritual Device, not bad," Lin Mo examined it and nodded approvingly. Suddenly, two lotus-shaped flames of golden light burst from his pupils, enveloping the treasure sword within them.
The others were momentarily stunned. Zhuang Ziruo's pretty face suddenly turned pale; this was the treasure sword given to her by her master, and she was the only one in Emei who possessed it—it was exceedingly precious. The crack caused by Liu Zhengming had already distressed her greatly.
The two golden flames tightly encased and forged the treasure sword, and Zhuang Ziruo, grasping her white palm, stopped short of speaking.
Lin Mo clasped a spell with his hand, imprinting a seal into the flames which then burned even more intensely.
Approximately three minutes later, the flames gradually receded. The spectators' eyes widened as the drawing flames did not disappear but seemed to be absorbed by the treasure sword.
When the flames had completely dissipated, the treasure sword floated in mid-air, and everyone could see that the crack had vanished without a trace. More strangely, there was now a fiery red line on the sword.
Lin Mo gripped the sword, swept it through the void before him, and in the air, the sword drew a trail of a Fire Dragon, flames erupting powerfully.
"This..." Zhuang Ziruo's face flushed with subtle excitement, a bright gleam flashing through her eyes.
Lin Mo handed the treasure sword back to Zhuang Ziruo. The rest, witnessing this, were not only shocked but also filled with envy.
Everyone now understood that the Xuanyuan Sword Lin Mo wielded was advanced by his own effort, accounting for its earth-shattering power. This made their gaze towards him carry a mix of admiration and awe.