The people in the live stream were also shocked, as moments ago the golden light flashed, ghostly wails and wolf howls filled the air, and the Sword Qi crisscrossed like a Hollywood blockbuster's super special effects, stirring everyone's blood to boil.
Lin Mo single-handedly battled the three taipans and even killed Mr. Wu, which was simply a sight to behold. Particularly, Lin Mo's Martial Arts, Magic, and Swordsmanship were peerlessly wonderful, the likes of which they had never seen before.
"Is Lin Mo dead?"
"Maybe he just fell down the cliff, he shouldn't be dead, he's so strong."
"Not necessarily, the Young Sect Master of the Joy Sect had all the Light Swords strike him, and then there was Wei Zeyu from the Green Dragon Gang, that punch was too terrifying, it even broke the sound barrier momentarily. I'm afraid even a fighter jet could be flipped over by it."
While everyone marveled at Lin Mo's strength, they were also amazed by the scions of the three Great Forces, each one a Heaven's Chosen Son, exceptionally talented and extraordinary, especially since their groundwork could not be compared with that of ordinary Sects.
"Heh, wasn't Lin Mo very strong? Yet he still died," said Young Master Wei.
"Can you fight three on your own if others can?"
"Yeah, if you're so capable, go on up, if not, just shut up."
The two factions bickered endlessly, but Yue Luohua did not appear again.
"Host, go a bit closer, see if Lin Mo is dead?"
"Go to hell, I'm not looking for death," the host promptly turned off the live stream.
Wei Zeyu and Ning Teng, watching Lin Mo fall off the cliff and also thinking about Mr. Wu, felt a trace of fear in their hearts. If Lin Mo had fought with all his might just now, and if he had slashed any of them with his sword, their end might have been the same as Mr. Wu's, even if they had managed to kill Lin Mo, one of them would have been a scapegoat.
But the unlucky one was just Mr. Wu.
"Master Wei, let's go down and check too. If Lin Mo isn't dead, that would be problematic," Ning Teng said with a grave expression.
Having fought with Lin Mo, they realized the terror of Lin Mo. If he survived the fall off the cliff and had another year or two, maybe even the Joy Sect and the Green Dragon Gang couldn't stop him.
Wei Zeyu naturally had the same thought, and since the Secret Treasure had opened, he also wanted to go down and see what treasures there were.
The two spoke and then directly jumped down the cliff.
Wei Zeyu condensed his True Qi at the soles of his feet and stepped through the air, while Ning Teng pinched a spell and descended slowly like a feather, the white fog below dispersed, revealing its true face, here was birdsong and floral fragrances, and the temperature was also much higher than outside, just like spring.
The entire valley stretched into the depths of the mountains; how great an effort it would be to stimulate these flowers and plants with an Array.
"You've come down!"
Suddenly, a faint voice sounded, Wei Zeyu and Ning Teng's pupils contracted at the same time, seeing a man standing with his hands behind him, his face cold as if he had been waiting for them all along.
"Lin Mo, you're not dead?" Ning Teng asked in surprise, his voice almost sharp.
Whether it was strength or combat experience, Lin Mo was not something Ning Teng and Wei Zeyu could compare with.
It's just that Wei Zeyu and Ning Teng were still unaware.
Just now, seeing Lin Mo hit by twelve Light Swords and then struck by Wei Zeyu's supersonic punch, the two thought Lin Mo, even if not dead, must have been seriously injured.
But now Lin Mo was standing right in front of them, with an indifferent look, not at all like someone who had been injured.
"Could it be... you were faking it?" Ning Teng's eyes showed a hint of wariness, secretly taking out a small flag in his hand.
Lin Mo looked indifferently ahead, not turning around: "I wasn't faking it. Your twelve Light Swords are indeed strong, and the other's sonic punch as well. However, if you wanted to hurt me, you were far from it."
Ning Teng and Wei Zeyu shuddered.
"If I'm not mistaken, Master Wei, you could use a supersonic punch because of that soft armor you're wearing, right? I wonder how many more times you can use it?"
Wei Zeyu clenched his fists, his eyes tightly fixed on Lin Mo, and asked in a shocked tone, "How did you know?"
"And if I'm not mistaken, that piece of soft armor was forged from the scales of a Flood Dragon, wasn't it?"
Lin Mo finished speaking, then turned his head, his eyes flashing with an indifferent light as he stared at Wei Zeyu.
Wei Zeyu's eyes widened as he took a step back, somewhat surprised, "You know about that too?"
When Lin Mo had exchanged blows with him just moments before, he sensed that Wei Zeyu's soft armor was made from Flood Dragon scales, because as the clouds dispersed, the valley's Array was at its weakest. Continuous surges of Spiritual Energy emerged, and the aura of this Spiritual Energy was slightly similar to that emanating from Wei Zeyu.
"Rumors say that Old Green Dragon visited Juling Peak thirty years ago. Could it be that he already obtained the treasures inside?" Ning Teng frowned and speculated.
Wei Zeyu snorted coldly, "Since you know, I will tell you that my grandfather indeed breached Juling Peak thirty years ago when the Array was at its weakest. However, he didn't venture deep, just skirted the perimeter, and it was a near-death experience."
Ning Teng then turned his gaze to Lin Mo, saying, "Master Wei, he's just putting on airs. The two of us together have surely inflicted severe injuries on him. If we go all out now, we can kill him and the treasures here will be ours."
"Hmm, I don't believe he's really unharmed." Wei Zeyu clenched his fist, his eyes flashing with a ferocious color.
At that moment, Ning Teng threw out a small flag which whirled in the air before transforming into a human-sized flag, planted into the ground. The flag bore a big character for "Joy."
"Illusion Technique Killing Array!"
Ning Teng shouted loudly, and immediately a thick white fog billowed out from the flag, shrouding everything within a hundred meters; even if they were face to face, they could not see each other.
"Eh?"
Lin Mo extended his Divine Sense, but it was resisted by the white fog.
He didn't expect Ning Teng to also possess an Array Magic Treasure capable of blocking Divine Sense. Now, even with his Divine Sense fully extended, he could only perceive his surroundings within a radius of about ten meters.
The Thunder Array from the Bai Gu Cheng family had never caught Lin Mo's eye. Such Arrays merely accumulated energy stored in the Earth Vein, making them powerful due to the long accumulation time.
This Illusion Array could block both vision and spiritual power. If it were Lin Mo setting it up, he could augment it further with Attack Array Formations and enhancing formations, potentially increasing its power a hundredfold.
Lin Mo drew the Xuanyuan Sword, his eyes shimmering with a faint light.
Somewhere within the Array, Ning Teng formed a spell and whispered into Wei Zeyu's ear, "Master Wei, this Array can only hold for ten minutes. We must use all our strength to kill Lin Mo."
Wei Zeyu nodded, and at that moment, both men stood within the white fog of the Illusion Array, looking clearly at Lin Mo without any hindrance from the mist.
Then, Ning Teng once again sacrificed a Sword Talisman, and the golden talisman floated in the air, constantly changing, before transforming into a giant golden sword about ten meters long.
A pained expression crossed Ning Teng's face. The Sword Talisman could only be used three times; he had already used it once before, and this was the third time. After use, the talisman would shatter.
But if it could kill Lin Mo and obtain the treasures he held, the loss of the talisman would be worth it.
Thinking this, Ning Teng promptly bit the tip of his tongue and spat a few drops of Essence Blood onto the golden giant sword. Immediately, the golden giant sword hummed loudly and transformed into a golden tail of light shooting towards Lin Mo.
"Here I come!"
Simultaneously, Wei Zeyu clenched his fist, and once again, his physical body broke the sound barrier, pulling a series of sonic booms around him, echoing explosively, turning into a blue figure, dancing like a dragon.
Lin Mo's gaze was cold as he gripped the Xuanyuan Sword and, seeing the screeching Golden Sword coming fiercely toward him, swept out violently with a single strike. The powerful sword light struck the Golden Sword, sending it flying toward the sky, twirling and emitting an angry sword cry.
"Me too!"
Suddenly, a chilling voice arose behind Lin Mo. Lin Mo's gaze slightly lifted, and with a flicker, he backhandedly slapped Wei Zeyu in the chest, sending him flying backwards for several meters.
Wei Zeyu's throat sweetened as he clutched his chest, forcefully suppressing the blood threatening to spurt out.
Panic showed on the faces of Ning Teng and Wei Zeyu. Lin Mo seemed to grow stronger and more vigorous as the battle progressed!
The circling Golden Sword dived down once again, and Lin Mo drew his sword, striking once more on the Golden Broadsword. The Golden Sword was once again sent flying, trembling faintly in the air, as if fearful.
"Big young master, I'm here to lend you a hand!" Suddenly another voice rang through the valley. Though soft, it clearly reached everyone's ears.
Ning Teng's expression changed drastically!
(Wonderful continuation tomorrow.)