As the words fell, Xuanyuan Ba's gaze turned toward Lin Mo.
Not just him, everyone else's eyes at the scene also converged on Lin Mo.
However, to everyone's and Xuanyuan Ba's great surprise, Lin Mo stood there with his hands behind his back, his face showing no sign of fear, not even a ripple of emotion.
"Why are you not afraid at all?"
Xuanyuan Ba's eyes were filled with confusion. The Xuanyuan Sword was their Xuanyuan family's town clan divine artifact. Even someone as strong as Ye Nantian or the person at the peak of Huaxia's martial arts would probably show great emotion, yet Lin Mo's complexion remained as calm as ever.
"Nothing but scrap metal and rotten iron. Not to mention this broken sword doesn't count as a divine artifact, even if it were, in your hands, it couldn't exert one percent of its power."
Lin Mo spoke indifferently, his voice laden with disdain, his demeanor nonchalant.
Xuanyuan Ba almost spat blood. He admitted that the Xuanyuan Sword was not really a divine artifact now, but even if it wasn't, it was still many times stronger than a holy artifact and no different from those immortal artifacts.
"Arrogant boy, even if the Xuanyuan Sword isn't considered a divine artifact now, I, Xuanyuan Ba, still want to see how you're going to withstand the sword's might!"
With that said, Xuanyuan Ba's aura kept climbing, countless dazzling lights enveloped him, as if a Golden Immortal had descended.
"Xuanyuan Sword, strike!"
Xuanyuan Ba shouted coldly, his whole being a storm of slaughter, rushing straight to the heavens.
A might that seemed to swallow the sky descended from above, instantly turning countless plants to ash, and with Xuanyuan Ba's sword coming down, a rift a kilometer long appeared on the ground in an instant.
Numerous people's eyes filled with fear, and seeing this, they were already trembling with fright, without time for additional thought:
"Run!!"
The sword Xuanyuan Ba swung out emitted countless cold lights, the sword's might howling, directly splitting the void.
Countless people, like dense ants, scattered in panic, trying to avoid and escape.
Boom, boom, boom...
Endless might came crashing down, and over a hundred people below who couldn't get away in time were instantly slashed to pieces by the sword light and sword might.
A blood fog spread, the scene resembling Human Purgatory.
Xuanyuan Ba, however, didn't care about the life and death of those people, his voice was manic and fierce: "Hahaha... arrogant thief, die!!"
As he spoke, Xuanyuan Ba's face was extremely pale. That one sword had almost exhausted ninety-nine percent of his True Qi.
If this sword failed, anyone could kill him as easily as stepping on an ant.
However, Xuanyuan Ba's face showed no worry. He firmly believed that this sword was enough to decapitate Lin Mo, leaving him dead without a complete corpse.
"So what if you have the Xuanyuan Sword? Trash will always be trash!"
Lin Mo's gaze lifted slightly, staring at the Xuanyuan Sword's sword light that slashed from the sky, as indifferent as ever.
The next second, Lin Mo's palm faced the void, a palm that seemed to annihilate the might of the Nine Heavens, carrying an unstoppable force, and in an instant, pressed down fiercely against the Xuanyuan Sword's sword light.
Boom!!
With a thunderous sound that pierced the sky, Lin Mo's palm, as if punishing all, shocked everyone with its incredibility. Lin Mo's handprint actually made the Xuanyuan Sword's sword light panic and freeze in an instant, struggling to dodge and unable to evade.
It was as if Lin Mo's palm made even the Xuanyuan Sword want to submit.
In an instant, Lin Mo's handprint completely crushed the Xuanyuan Sword's sword light.
Boom, boom, boom… The residual force also shook the body of the Xuanyuan Sword, causing it to tremble continuously, and Xuanyuan Ba's hand was even shattered on the spot.
The Xuanyuan Sword flew out of his hand, shooting into the void towards the sky.
"Sword, come!" Lin Mo, a single hand behind his back, commanded with a voice that dominated the sky.
Whirr, whirr, whirr!!
Everyone's pupils dilated, as the Xuanyuan Sword, as if heeding the call of its master, vibrated through the void, abruptly charging towards Lin Mo.
The next second, Lin Mo's palm slightly lifted, and the Xuanyuan Sword had fallen into his hand.
"No!!"
Xuanyuan Ba's eyes were about to split open with fury, that was the Xuanyuan Family's heritage Divine Artifact, and now it had easily come under Lin Mo's control, causing him to spit out blood incessantly in frustration.
The expression on everyone's face, including Murong Chongtian, turned to utter shock. The Xuanyuan Sword had left Xuanyuan Ba's hand and willingly went towards Lin Mo—a scene so unbelievable that if they hadn't witnessed it with their own eyes, no one would believe it.
"All elders of the Xuanyuan Family, heed my command, no matter what the cost, take back our Xuanyuan Family's heritage Divine Sword for me!"
Blood spurted from Xuanyuan Ba's mouth as he furiously bellowed at the ten great elders of the Xuanyuan Family.
Upon hearing this, the faces of the Xuanyuan Sword's ten great elders turned utterly cold. For them, the Xuanyuan Sword was an inviolable sacred object.
Now, it had fallen into the hands of a thief—an undoubtedly tremendous insult to them.
In an instant, all ten great elders of the Xuanyuan Family permeated a murderous aura, their forms thundering toward Lin Mo like a sweeping force.
"Seeking death!"
Lin Mo's voice was cold and imperious. With a subtle step, he wielded the Xuanyuan Sword; his killing intent enveloped him, making him seem like the ruler of the Nine Nether from Hell.
"Kill!"
The ten great elders' expressions darkened, showing no intention of retreat. After a collective cold shout, they charged directly towards Lin Mo.
"If you're so eager to die, then I'll oblige you."
As his words fell, Lin Mo's body suddenly erupted with an icy storm of slaughter, the Xuanyuan Sword leaving his hand.
Unleashed from Lin Mo's hand, the Xuanyuan Sword's power was entirely different, as if it could exterminate everything.
The expressions of the ten great elders changed to panic in an instant.
"No..."
The ten great elders cried out in great horror and unwillingness. All of them were Intermediate Martial Venerates, but from the moment, they aimed to kill Lin Mo, they were destined to die.
Pu pu pu…
Crimson blood sprayed across the sky; the ten great elders' bodies were torn apart, their bright red blood spurting out like fountains, grotesque and harrowing.
In that instant, the remaining elders and disciples from the several great families were trembling, overwhelmed with extreme terror.
The residual might of the Xuanyuan Sword fell towards Xuanyuan Ba, leaving him no chance to dodge.
"No...…"
His voice was filled with more painful wails, more unwillingness. Yet, the residual power of the Xuanyuan Sword struck him, cleaving his head to feet cleanly in two, with blood and brains flowing into a small river.
Countless eyes were filled with shock; of the Seven Great Families, now the only one alive was Murong Chongtian.
Lin Mo, holding the Xuanyuan Sword, walked forward, as if he were the Nine Heavens Monarch, the Demon God of Ten Thousand Realms.
Witnessing this scene, the elders and disciples from the other families started to step back one after another.
The disciples of the Xuanyuan Family, holding their swords, took small cautious steps back with every step Lin Mo took, their gazes fixated on him with utmost vigilance.
"Those who obstruct me die!"
Lin Mo's voice was domineering as the cosmos, his aura of slaughter shook the heavens, and he swept the Xuanyuan Sword in his hand coldly.
Boom…
Pu pu pu pu!!
Suddenly, the hundreds of disciples of the Xuanyuan Family, who stood in front of Lin Mo, were sent flying by the force of the Xuanyuan Sword, landing on the ground and creating deep craters as the blood stained all of the blue paving stones, casualties innumerable in the blink of an eye.