In an instant, sword light fell like threads of rain, lingering and entwined. The ten directions of heaven and earth all turned into a hazy scene, a grief-stricken intent spreading out to form a Sword Rhythm Domain, saturated with the flavor of sorrow. Dim—
Rain of Desolation Sword, taking "wound" as its rhythm, sword light like silk, tender yet haunting, blending hardness and softness as one.
The sword-light "rain threads" that seemed to have no offensive power at all actually contained boundless killing intent.
Above Kongtong Realm General's head floated an ancient bowl, its whole body blazing with golden light, countless strands of radiance hanging down to envelop him within, forming a kind of Defense Barrier. The sword-light rain threads fell, landing on that golden barrier, carving out streak after streak of marks, as if about to pierce through the Defense Barrier, yet in the blink of an eye the sword marks on the barrier immediately healed. Sword—
The sword-light rain threads shrouded both Kongtong Realm General and Heavenly Ancestor World General. That seemingly soft and cottony sword light, when it fell, was wantonly murderous, incomparably fierce.
"This Seven Gates Ancient Bowl really is a fine Treasure." Kongtong Realm General was caged within the radiance cast by the ancient bowl, a faintly indifferent look on his face. But—
Heavenly Ancestor World General was nowhere near as comfortable. His Magic Beads could block out most of the sword rain, but the sword rain was everywhere, densely woven through heaven and earth, making him flustered and rushed. Now and then a strand or two of sword light would break through the Magic Beads' Defense and land on his body, instantly slicing open his Armor and leaving bloody gashes across him.
"My Martial Arts are not limited to swordsmanship!"
Just as Kongtong Realm General was calmly waiting within the Ancient Bowl's Defense, suddenly a thunderous roar exploded in his ears. Only—
to see Lin Mo actually charge right up to his face. He had personally witnessed Lin Mo's strength in close-quarters combat before, and his eyes couldn't help but go wide. Boom—
! Boom! Boom! Boom!
Lin Mo abandoned the Xuanyuan Sword, clenching his fist as True Yuan surged and condensed, his fist turning completely like metal and stone. He hammered at the golden light shield in a squall of blows, every strike containing savage primordial force, pounding the light shield so hard that ripples ceaselessly rolled across its surface. Crack—
!
On the ancient bowl's supposedly unbreakable golden radiance, a fissure suddenly appeared.
Hiding within, Kongtong Realm General's pupils shrank to needle points, his face full of shock. "No, impossible! This Seven Gates Ancient Bowl is a High-level World-level Treasure, and with the Gold Principle I command, its solidity is unmatched—how could you break it!"
"Then let me be the one to create a miracle!"
Lin Mo split his mouth in a grin; seen from Kongtong Realm General's eyes, that smile was like some Asura specter from hell. "
Dragon Fist!"
Accompanied by a clear Dragon Roar, a small golden Illusion dragon coiled around Lin Mo's forearm, its Dragon Head encasing his fist. With an extremely domineering posture, he fiercely smashed it again into the Ancient Bowl's golden shield; the clash of metal rang out through the sky.
Crack, crack… Under—
Kongtong Realm General's stunned gaze, the unbreakable golden radiance of the ancient bowl sprouted fissure after fissure, which then spread out, dense as a net. In the end the entire golden light shield shattered into motes of light, dispersing into heaven and earth, and even the Seven Gates Ancient Bowl itself showed several cracks, its glow dimmed by several degrees.
In his previous life Lin Mo had Cultivated some Immortal Weapon techniques, and now, with his physical body as tough as the powerhouses of the Barbaric Demon Clan, how could his close-quarters combat not be terrifying! Cultivation—
is not only Martial Arts and Immortal Law; more important are the Realm and the Heart Realm! Lin—
Mo had never Cultivated any formidable close-combat Martial Arts, but cultivation is about integration and comprehension. Following the Sword Dao's underlying intent, he could still unleash Transcendent power from some ordinary Martial Arts. Take Dragon Fist for example: its form may be simple, yet its Fist Intent was born of Lin Mo's deep study of Sword Dao, of his comprehension of the "Sky Splitting" move's unstoppable, overbearing and fierce intent. "
Lin Tanyu Realm General, your close-combat strength truly is extraordinary. What a pity… today Heavenly Ancestor World General and I are working together. No matter how strong you are, you won't escape!" Kongtong Realm General retreated again and again, pulling back to what he considered a safe position. He was not good at close combat, all the more so now that his Defensive Treasure had been damaged.
This Seven Gates Ancient Bowl was something he had acquired at great cost from Ji Lie Realm General's hands. Now that Lin Mo had smashed cracks into it, repairing it would be exceedingly difficult and would demand a huge price.
"Escape? I've never once thought of running away." Lin Mo's lips curled up, hooking into a strange smile. Though—
Lin Mo seemed to have the upper hand, in truth it was still because Kongtong Realm General and Heavenly Ancestor World General refused to truly join forces, each guarding against the other in their hearts. But for Lin Mo, killing either one of them was incredibly difficult; if they continued trading blows to consume each other's strength, Lin Mo would sooner or later exhaust his True Yuan and become a spent arrow. Seeing—
that strange smile on Lin Mo's lips, Kongtong Realm General's heart lurched; an ominous premonition suddenly welled up. Just—
then, Heavenly Ancestor World General, who was currently entangled with the Heavenly Thunder bamboo sword and shrouded by sword rain, sensed it as well. He abruptly lifted his head, his expression changing.
Above the mountain range, purple clouds suddenly gathered; the dark-violet firmament sank down abruptly, bringing with it an intense sense of oppression, even the sky turning a dusky purple. Thunder Light and Fire Snakes darted through the cloud layer, vast Heavenly might spreading outward. The—
dark-violet clouds grew thicker and thicker, practically pressing down over them, and they carried an ancient, desolate aura as well.
"How, how is this possible?" Kongtong Realm General's face changed drastically at the sight. In Dragon Platform City he had already seen Lin Mo use this Netherworld Technique to suppress Ji Lie, yet Lin Mo had been fighting them nonstop—how could he have found the Time to perform a Netherworld Technique? Nether—
Techniques require Time to accumulate energy before being cast!
Within the Lin Sea, a black figure suddenly shot up into midair, its palm grasping the Great Wilderness Stele. The Great Wilderness Stele instantly flew into the purple cloud layer above, swelling suddenly until it was over a thousand zhang tall, standing upright in the high sky. "
Lin Tanyu Realm General?" "
Two Lin Tanyu Realm Generals!"
Kongtong Realm General and Heavenly Ancestor World General's eyes bulged, staring in disbelief at that black figure—its appearance identical to Lin Mo's, only clothed in black robes and emanating an even darker, gloomier aura. That—
figure was precisely a clone formed by Blood Demon Vine and Ghostly Compassionate Netherfire. Back when Lin Mo had charged toward the Fifth Transition Shura Realm within the volcano, to be safe he had deliberately split off a Divine Storage clone to hide in the Lin Sea near the volcano for Cultivation. If—
Young Master Yan Bei had not swallowed the "Fire Breath Pill," hiding his aura and Divine Thought, he would have been detected by this clone when he approached the dead volcano.
Staring at the suddenly appeared second "Lin Tanyu Realm General," Kongtong Realm General, Heavenly Ancestor World General, and Young Master Yan Bei all froze. "
Dragon-locking Coffin!" Lin—
Mo stretched out a hand as white as warm jade, purple motes of light gathering in his palm. He violently flipped his hand, pressing downward toward the Void. The—
Great Wilderness Stele, now over a thousand zhang tall, suddenly "drilled" out of the dark-violet cloud layer, exuding endless ancient desolate aura, its suppression surging to the heavens. Crash—
crash! Crash crash!
Coiling around the Great Wilderness Stele were massive pythons formed entirely from Purple Netherworld Power, their bodies winding and encircling the stele, baring fangs and brandishing claws, their forms ferocious and monstrous.
Suddenly, with Lin Mo's palm pressing down, these pythons turned into chains, tearing through the Void and rapidly winding toward Kongtong Realm General and Heavenly Ancestor World General.
Heavenly Ancestor World General and Kongtong Realm General were both appalled. They immediately roused their True Yuan, and behind them appeared the Martial Arts Laws belonging to each.
Kongtong Realm General specialized in cultivating the Gold Principle; behind him appeared a resplendent golden mountain. The Gold Principle: the ultimate in solidity and strength, unbreakable! As for—
Heavenly Ancestor World General, behind him was a dense mass of Thunder. The Thunder condensed into strange beasts coiled behind him, raising their necks in howling roars, unleashing a violent aura, their ferocity surging like a tidal wave.
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