Amidst various barrages, four blood-red sword lights carrying immense power broke through the air, coming straight for Lin Mo, who no longer had a Spiritual Energy Shield and had just exchanged a punch with Ning Zeyu. Given such little time, coupled with the speed of the Blood Sword, everyone thought he was unavoidable.
Lin Mo's expression was indifferent as he swung his fist, releasing two golden dragons from his fist which met the flying Blood Swords head-on. The swords' tips pressed against his fists, still crazily spinning, and a powerful aura spread out like tidal waves, making everyone within a hundred meters stagger.
"Bang Bang Bang!"
Both Blood Swords ultimately shattered inch by inch and eventually dissipated into blood energy between heaven and earth.
The entire mid-slope area of fifty meters was nearly leveled to the ground; wild grass, dead wood, and small trees were all blown down by the powerful air current, with only one person standing in place.
"Damn it, how is it possible, you're actually not dead?" Ning Teng's pupils dilated, eyes filled with astonishment.
Wei Zeyu and Mr. Wu also had their eyes wide open, showing disbelief.
At this moment, although Lin Mo's clothes were somewhat shredded, revealing the skin underneath that seemed to have a faint golden light flowing, the two Blood Swords hadn't even scratched his flesh.
"Treasure Body?" Mr. Wu's eyes lit up as he stared intently at Lin Mo, "It's rumored there's a secret technique that involves soaking the body in various medicinal herbs and secret techniques from childhood, growing up to be impervious to all kinds of Martial Arts powers, comparable to Star Meteor Iron, I didn't expect you to actually possess such a body!"
After speaking, Mr. Wu licked his lips, his eyes filled with greed: "Mr. Ning, Master Wei, I want this Treasure Body. I specialize in Divine Soul and urgently need a good body to progress further."
Wei Zeyu squinted his eyes and said coldly, "I heard Lin Mo also has a sword, extremely sharp; I want that sword."
Ning Teng then laughed, "I want his Cultivation Technique."
Each of the three claimed a part of Lin Mo, treating him as if he were on a chopping board to be completely divided.
"You want my Treasure Body, my sword, and my Cultivation Technique, and you three trash think you deserve them?" Lin Mo said as he flicked his wrist, and after a flash of white moonlight, the Xuanyuan Sword was in his hand.
The cold sword blade carried waves of cold energy, with countless bolts of thunder dancing over it, as if displaying its power.
Seeing the Xuanyuan Sword, Wei Zeyu's eyes shone as if he had seen a Heavenly Immortal beauty, filled with greed.
Lin Mo gripped the Xuanyuan Sword and casually swung it, sending a thin slice of cold light drifting towards Mr. Wu, whose clone had been slaughtered by Lin Mo and was the weakest among the three.
However, the Black Witch Sect excelled in various bizarre magics and secret curses, so Lin Mo wanted to eliminate the Young Sect Master of the Black Witch Sect first.
Fear showed on Mr. Wu's face.
The thin slice of cold light, seemingly slow but fast, moved through trees and flowers, reaching Mr. Wu.
"How dare you." An old man standing next to Mr. Wu suddenly shouted loudly, blocking in front of Mr. Wu, he pinched a strange Dharma Seal, and a black shield appeared in front.
The cold light, however, easily pierced through the black shield as if slicing through tofu.
The elder of the Black Witch Sect was shocked and hastily retreated while expelling a black fog from his mouth, but no matter what he did, the cold light relentlessly advanced.
The elder stretched out his arms, and the skin on his arms and wrists was marked with ancient and strange runes which suddenly emitted a gray light, and both hands transformed into giant hideous ghost heads with green faces and fangs, opening their mouths to bite at the cold light.
The trajectory of the cold light paused slightly, but the two ghost heads were also slashed into mist.
The elder of the Black Witch Sect spat out a mouthful of fresh blood; these were ghost heads he had formed over decades of condensing Evil Qi and Death Energy. He hadn't expected that they couldn't even block a single strike from Lin Mo.
"Great Protector!" Mr. Wu's face was full of horror.
"Young Witch Master, this man is not an easy opponent!" The elder from Black Witch Sect turned pale and turned his head to say.
Lin Mo's eyes remained indifferent, "You can block my first sword, but can you block my second?"
As soon as his words fell, the trees that had just been grazed by the cold light now snapped in half, with cuts as smooth as mirrors.
Lin Mo said, punching Wei Zeyu and swinging his sword to settle Ning Teng, moving as swiftly as the wind; another sword carrying the might of heaven and earth swung towards the elder of the Black Witch Sect and the Young Witch Master.
"Lin Mo, you dare kill the Great Protector of Joy Sect, I swear to flay you alive, and refine your soul in fire for three years to make you suffer torment!" The Young Witch Master exclaimed in shock and anger.
Lin Mo simply ignored him, with an unstoppable momentum, a streak of silver light swept down, seeming to split heaven and earth in two, freezing every inch of soil and foliage where the Sword Qi passed, forming a long icy path.
The elder of Black Witch Sect's face was solemn, his mouth vomiting fresh blood, his body emitting dense grey fog that gathered around his body, completely shrouded and entwined by Death Energy.
"With my blood, a blood sacrifice!"
The elder from Black Witch Sect shouted loudly, his eyes bloodshot and veined, actually willing to fight Lin Mo to the death.
Instantly, all the grey aura on the elder's body coalesced, like a prehistoric tyrannosaur, charging towards Lin Mo with an extremely ferocious and eerie aura.
"Cut!" Lin Mo roared, and the Xuanyuan Sword seemed to resonate, emitting a hum.
The silver sword light collided with the long dragon formed of gray fog, cleaving the dragon's head, spine, and tail, and in a flash of silver light, the elder was halved, his soul eradicated along with his body.
"Great Protector!" The Young Witch Master's eyes widened like copper bells, veins circled the whites of his eyes, his body trembling as he shouted: "Lin Mo, the Black Witch Sect will never cease fighting you till death!"
"It's your turn."
Lin Mo turned his head to look at the Young Witch Master, his killing intent boiling.
Seeing Lin Mo's indifferent eyes, terror crossed the Young Witch Master's face, Lin Mo's strength was beyond his imagination, too formidable. He couldn't comprehend how a teenager like Lin Mo possessed the strength akin to ancient fiends.
By cleaving the Great Protector of the Black Witch Sect in two, all surrounding Martial Artists were shocked.
That was a true Master of Magic who had been famous for decades, his accumulation and heritage incomparable to ordinary people, yet he was slain just like that.
Huang Qiuyuan and the elder in the long robe shrank their necks, feeling a chill.
Wei Zhongxian and Zhang Yuxuan were so stunned they hardly knew what expression to wear, just staring dazedly at everything unfolding before them.
The live stream room exploded in an instant.
"So this is Lin Mo's true strength? He just killed the elder of the Black Witch Sect with a single sword, a true devil!"
"The Great Protector of the Black Witch Sect, I think I heard my master mention him, rumor has it he slaughtered a whole village of nearly a hundred people for cultivating a magic art, even wanted by the Huaxia Security Bureau."
"Is that Lin Mo's Xuanyuan Sword? Looks like a fine piece! I wonder how he got it."
Many were shocked that Lin Mo had slain the Great Protector of the Black Witch Sect with a single sword, but some started discussing the Xuanyuan Sword in Lin Mo's hand, knowing it was a treasure.
"If only I had that Xuanyuan Sword, perhaps I could even battle a Martial God."
"This Lin Mo is covered in treasures, I wonder where he gets them all from!"