Golden beams of light.
Azure silhouettes of phantom dragons.
The surging True Qi, almost solidifying into reality, parted the lake waters, raising waves as high as thirty feet.
The golden beam collided with the azure phantom dragon, causing the surface of the lake to shudder as if boiling; the immense impact plunged into the waters, generating a thunderous roar.
Had anyone been swimming in the lake then, they would have been crushed into a fleshy paste by the pressured waters.
The golden beam, akin to the Heavenly God's judgement, pierced through the Azure Dragon's phantom silhouette and then stretched about a hundred meters more before finally disappearing into the void.
Fishes, killed by the shock, floated to the surface; the Azure Dragon stood atop the water, the brilliance in its eyes gradually dimming, fading away into illusion before it collapsed and vanished.
Lin Mo stood still, his face showing neither sorrow nor joy.
The Cultivation Technique he practiced carried a hint of the Law's breath. Even a mere wisp was far too powerful for the Azure Dragon to withstand.
The soft armor covering the Azure Dragon disintegrated inch by inch, its internal organs shattered by the violent shaking— the Azure Dragon was dead!
The two from the Black Witch Sect and Ning Xuan saw this scene, their expressions growing uglier.
The three of them together could not kill Lin Mo, let alone now that the Azure Dragon was dead.
Ning Xuan, grasping the Blood Sword, with blood energy surging to the skies, could suppress the Xuanyuan Sword but still found himself unable to break free to attack Lin Mo, which frustrated him immensely.
He had improved his own strength; why was Lin Mo so strong?
"It seems that unless the Old Witch Master makes a move, we can't kill him," the Sect Leader of the Black Witch Sect said, his face solemn.
Lin Mo was fending off Ning Xuan with ease while dueling with the Azure Dragon and still had the capacity to split his focus and attack them with Martial Power. He was simply too strong, proficient in both Martial Arts and Magic, stepping into the Martial God Realm in both disciplines.
"Let's go."
The two from the Black Witch Sect exchanged glances and then, squeezing the spell in their hands, a ghost head formed from countless spirits about thirty feet in size condensed in the air before they turned on their heels and dashed towards the shore.
"Sword, come!"
Lin Mo reached out into the void and the Xuanyuan Sword, clashing in the air with Ning Xuan, emitted a sword cry, circled in the air, and flew into Lin Mo's hand.
Lin Mo held the Xuanyuan Sword and with a smooth slash, a piercing sword light cleaved the ghost head in two. The Power of thunder and lightning obliterated all the Evil Ghosts, causing the two from the Black Witch Sect to flee in a frenzy.
"Lin Mo, why don't we make peace and join forces? Who in the Northeast could stop us?" Ning Xuan held the Blood Sword, his gaze flickering uncertainly at Lin Mo.
Lin Mo looked at him coldly, his face impassive, "Do you think that at this point I would let you go? Ning Xuan, you tried to plot against me in Flood Dragon Valley; what I detest the most is being betrayed."
"Since that's the case, today it's either you die or I live."
Ning Xuan bit his teeth, his eyes crimson like a sea of blood, filled with a murderous aura.
"Blood Sea Asura!" Ning Xuan bellowed, and the Blood Sword in his hand emitted sharp cries. Strands of blood wildly radiated from the blade, the putrid smell assaulting the sky, squirming in the void like octopus tentacles.
These strands of blood were condensed from the Essence Blood of Martial Arts Masters and Magic Masters that Ning Xuan had slain, casting an immense murderous aura that filled the heavens.
At that moment, Ning Xuan was like an Asura incarnate.
"Lin Mo, you've forced my hand. This sword has followed me for ten years, slaying nine hundred and ninety-nine Martial Artists and Magic Masters. Today, you'll be the thousandth," Ning Xuan said coldly.
The entire lake turned crimson in an instant, as everything around vanished from view, surrounded by a blood-red ocean.
Lin Mo stood amidst the fray, sword in hand, his expression indifferent as he slightly furrowed his brows.
"This guy's cultivation is indeed an evil skill, with such an abundance of blood energy, who knows how many people he must have killed to absorb it."
"Sword Domain." Lin Mo watched as everything around him vanished, feeling as though he was immersed in a sea of blood, a flicker of surprise crossing his face. Ning Xuan was indeed a real genius; not only was his strength extraordinary, but he had also comprehended the Sword Domain.
The Sword Domain could break ten thousand laws, and with supreme swordsmanship, one forged their own domain, becoming its ruler.
At this moment, however, Lin Mo became a figure within a painting.
"Lin Mo, no matter how strong you are, today you will die under my sword. Once I take the treasures on you, who in Huaxia will be my match?"
Ning Xuan vanished on the spot, his voice coming from all around.
Lin Mo furrowed his brows, spreading out his divine sense, but found it obstructed, utterly unable to function within the Blood Sword Domain.
"Why is Lin Mo standing still?" Xia Mengdie frowned as she looked towards the center of the lake, where Ning Xuan and Lin Mo stood on the surface of the water, neither making a move.
Yingzi furrowed her blue brows and shook her head, "I don't know."
The others were all stunned as well. Lin Mo had killed the Azure Dragon, Ning Hong, and had forced two strong members of the Black Witch Sect to flee, but now he stood motionless on the lake with Ning Xuan.
Su Gongyang and others were utterly befuddled; the Martial Artists nearby were also unable to discern the situation.
Inside the underground forum.
"Lin Mo is awesome, he actually killed the Azure Dragon and Ning Hong, even the people of the Black Witch Sect fled."
"What's going on with him and that guy? Why aren't they fighting?"
"I know that guy; he's Ning Hong's illegitimate child, not very famous in the Joy Sect. How can he be so impressive?"
"That's Ning Xuan, the Great Elder's direct disciple from the Joy Sect. It seems he's been hiding his light and biding his time for many years; his strength must be even greater than Ning Hong's."
"Another devil-level genius!"
"But if they're not fighting, what are we watching?"
"It has already started," said an old user at this point.
Many recognized this user as a senior from the Martial Arts World; it was said that he had reached the Emperor Realm thirty years ago and now roamed the world, his current realm unknown.
"Senior, they're clearly not moving," someone questioned.
"When true masters spar, within the Sword Domain, Ning Xuan too is a devil-level genius, actually to have comprehended the Sword Intent," the old man commented.
While many were confused, a familiar user, Yue Luohua explained:
"This is the Sword Domain. One person's strength affects another, drawing them into their own domain, where they themselves rule."
"Doesn't that mean Lin Mo is doomed? He must have expended a lot of True Qi in the fights just now with the Azure Dragon, Ning Hong, and the Black Witch Sect."
Yue Luohua said, "However, Lin Mo is no ordinary person; he won't lose to him."
While everyone was discussing, Lin Mo was trapped within the Sword Domain, completely unable to detect Ning Xuan's presence, as blood swords shot at him from the void all around.
Lin Mo wielded the Xuanyuan Sword in defense, his face revealing a trace of disdain.
Such a realm was too flawed and tattered. A true supreme comprehension could turn days into nights, overturn oceans, and shatter the Ten Thousand Mountains.
Ning Xuan's domain clearly had only been comprehended recently and was full of vulnerabilities.
A blood arrow suddenly coalesced behind Lin Mo and then ferociously shot towards his back. The blood sword, like light, pierced through towards Lin Mo's body in an instant.