"Boy, in this world, there are countless strong ones hidden everywhere, too many you haven't seen!"
"But for you to be so young and yet so recklessly arrogant, you truly deserve to die!"
With that said, the Holy Land Taoist's aura skyrocketed, bursting forth into the sky, and soon, a deadly abyss that enveloped everything emerged from the void.
Lin Mo glanced at the Holy Land Taoist, his voice cold, "An Intermediate Martial Saint?"
"Ha ha ha... Boy, since you know I am an Intermediate Martial Saint, then you should know, killing you is as easy as drinking water!"
The Holy Land Taoist sneered continuously, his voice carrying some pride, and Murong Lingxuan's Green Blade Sword fell into his hands. The Holy Land Taoist's voice turned chilling, "Boy, you just said the strength of the sword depends on the person using it. Now let me show you, what it means when Sword Intent is stronger than cultivation!"
As his words fell, in a blink of an eye, dark clouds covered thousands of miles. With a slight swing of the Green Blade Sword in his hand, he immediately created a slaughterous ancient castle, as if to exterminate everything.
"An Intermediate Martial Saint?"
"Such terrifying sword power!"
Everyone present was shocked beyond measure, their worldview completely overturned today.
In the past, Grandmasters and Martial Venerates were unreachable and legendary to them.
But today, they witnessed a fight at the Martial Saint Level!
In this life, even in death, they would have no regrets.
Xia Mengdie's face turned slightly pale, she could feel that the Holy Land Taoist was indeed very powerful.
Because of her deep love for Lin Mo, she was naturally worried.
"Heh! An Intermediate Martial Saint? I'll butcher you like a dog! Since you are so oblivious to death, you may as well stay here forever."
Lin Mo's expression was indifferent, a cool voice escaping his lips, eying the Holy Land Taoist's sword strike that was about to completely annihilate him.
However, Lin Mo didn't even use the Xuanyuan Sword, and directly stepped forward into the void.
Crazy!
The Holy Land Taoist coldly watched Lin Mo, but just as this thought arose, he saw his sword power crushed into oblivion by the momentum of Lin Mo stepping through the void.
Lin Mo looked at the Holy Land Taoist with a cold expression and casually said, "I gave you a chance and you wasted it, you've chosen your own death."
As Lin Mo's voice fell, his aura surged wildly, and at that instant, countless people felt that his immense aura resembled that of a Heavenly God.
Lin Mo slightly waved the Xuanyuan Sword in his hand.
In an instant, the entire Murong Manor seemed as if doomsday had arrived, numerous voids shattered, Lin Mo's sword was more than five times stronger than before!
Heaven! Everyone felt that their view of the world had completely changed, just now they thought Lin Mo's sword was as powerful as a galaxy, but now, they realized that sword was just Lin Mo playing!
"You… you are an Advanced Martial Saint?"
The Holy Land Taoist was completely dazed, his expression full of terror, feeling that Lin Mo's sword could envelop everything, unstoppable.
"You say it, so it is," Lin Mo said indifferently, the power of his sword spanning a ten-thousand-meter radius.
The Holy Land Taoist's expression turned to utter terror, he cried out, "Spare me! For my foolish actions just now, I'm willing to pay the price, I'll sever my arms myself, just let me live, how about that?"
"You don't have the right to negotiate terms with me!" Lin Mo's voice was as cold as ice.
Seeing the sword light about to fall, the Holy Land Taoist's expression changed drastically, "Spare me! Spare me!! If you dare kill me, the Shennongjia Sacred Domain will never let you off!"
The Holy Land Taoist howled loudly, but unfortunately, Lin Mo remained as usual, and the Holy Land Taoist fell into complete despair.
To know that reaching such a level of cultivation was by no means easy, he had faced countless life and death situations. But now, he was filled with immense regret, regretting why he had to pretentiously compete with Lin Mo.
Despairing to the extreme, the Holy Land Taoist released ninety-nine percent of his True Qi in a total frenzy.
Then, a defensive mountain formed.
Boom!
The power of Lin Mo's sword struck the defensive mountain and in an instant, the mountain was crushed to smithereens.
At this moment, the facial expression of the Holy Land Taoist reached the peak of despair: "No!!!!"
Although he wanted to flee, under the overwhelming force of Lin Mo's sword, not to mention escaping, even dodging was impossible.
Pfft pfft pfft!!!
His body, as if shattered to pieces, burst into countless bits of flesh and blood in the sky, and an Intermediate Martial Saint was obliterated in the blink of an eye.
Everyone's eyes were wide with shock.
As an Intermediate Martial Saint, the Holy Land Taoist was as mighty as the monarchs of the heavens. Yet, now he had been summarily executed by a single sword strike from Lin Mo.
In all of Hua Country, how many could match Lin Mo?
Suddenly, Hong Gang and others couldn't help but sigh, "Mr. Lin, truly a Chaos Supreme, a ruler of the Nine Realms, what we had seen before was but a fraction, a mere speck in the galaxy."
Everyone felt that all their understanding, their entire worldview, had completely changed.
Xia Mengdie stared at the domineering young man above, her beautiful eyes shimmering endlessly. The man she had chosen was indeed the finest being in this world.
In the same second, Murong Lingxuan's expression turned mournful and miserable to the utmost. The Heavenly Pride Girl and her invincible master were crushed to bits before Lin Mo, without even a chance to lift their heads.
Two years ago, it was laughable that she had thought Lin Mo was useless and had publicly annulled their engagement.
But now, she realized just how formidable the man before her was.
Even her master, strong as she was, didn't stand a chance against Lin Mo.
Lin Mo's gaze fixed on Murong Lingxuan, his voice cold, "I'll give you a chance to live. Apologize for your stupidity two years ago, and then, get lost!"
Murong Lingxuan slightly lifted her head, biting her lips. The pride and rage that had suddenly arisen in her heart disappeared without a trace.
She was no longer the Heavenly Pride Girl of the past but rather, a worm with a destroyed Dantian!
Recalling her merciless trampling on Lin Mo two years ago, Murong Lingxuan found herself utterly ridiculous. Her bloodstained lips barely parted as she spoke with deep remorse:
"I apologize! Two years ago, I, Murong Lingxuan, was too arrogant, took myself too seriously, and brought insult to you and the Lin Family. I'm sorry!"
After saying this, Murong Lingxuan kept kowtowing to Lin Mo, hoping only that she could keep her life.
Lin Mo watched her indifferently, his face void of pity. He slightly furrowed his brow and said softly, "Enough, leave. Get out of the Imperial City, and don't let me see you again."
Giving Murong Lingxuan a detached look, Lin Mo was not merciful, but he was not a mass murderer either. Since Murong Lingxuan truly recognized her mistake, he saw no need to utterly destroy her.
With that, Lin Mo turned around, walked over to Xia Mengdie, wrapped his arms around her delicate body, and walked towards the gate.
Murong Lingxuan noticed Xia Mengdie's appearance and suddenly scoffed bitterly, "Murong Lingxuan, you truly are the most ridiculous woman in the world. Heavenly Pride Girl? Peerless beauty? In terms of strength, I probably can't even match his fingertip now? In terms of beauty? The woman by his side can instantly overpower me!"
At the same time, in the Shennongjia Sacred Domain, within a deep ancient abyss, an old man who had lived for who-knows-how-many years suddenly opened his eyes, his gaze flickering with a cold murderous intent that could annihilate thousands of miles, murmuring to himself:
"Who is it? To even crush the soul of my disciple, Holy Land Taoist. What audacity! Showing no regard for my Shennongjia Sacred Domain. No matter who you are, I shall execute you, skin you and break your bones to pieces!!"
This old man who had lived for over two hundred years was none other than the Holy Land Ancestor Yu Cheng.
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