Mo Hua realized that the Evil Embryo was getting anxious.
When an enemy is anxious, it ans you’re doing the right thing.
If the enemy is anxious, it ans you’re doing sothing right.
Mo Hua struck even harder.
The ancient Sword Intent within the Bamboo Sword transford into a massive, substantial, and imnsely heavy Giant Sword, as vast as the void, brutally slashing onto his Life Soul.
It felt like being cleaved in half by a single sword.
A wave of imnse pain surged through.
Mo Hua gritted his teeth, frowned, enduring this "self-slashing Life Soul" ripping pain.
But the Evil Embryo felt even more pain.
Within Mo Hua’s Life Soul, seven souls were hidden.
He only slashed one soul, the Fushi Soul where the Evil Embryo resided.
While the Evil Embryo parasitized Mo Hua’s Life Soul, it only occupied one soul, so Mo Hua’s slash was only a seventh of himself.
Yet, it was the whole of the Evil Embryo.
The pain of the Evil Embryo was at least seven tis his, with the injuries equally sevenfold.
With this thought, Mo Hua suddenly found it not so painful.
"This little lamb dared to tread on my face, disturb my Taoist Heart; I will teach it a lesson!"
Mo Hua steeled himself and slashed thrice more.
These three strikes, with imnse force, made the Evil Baby howl in heart-rending agony, thereafter cursing:
"You reckless little beast! Do you truly seek death?!"
"To slash your own Life Soul, aren’t you afraid of perishing completely?!"
Mo Hua paid no heed to the Evil Baby.
His actions were straightforward; if he could move his hands, he would never move his mouth.
Once the other can’t act, only then would he speak.
Only if he’s utterly unable to beat others would he resort to speaking.
But now clearly, he held the upper hand, "the advantage is mine," so to speak would be a waste of ti.
Mo Hua slashed another sword.
The Evil Baby scread in agony and knew Mo Hua was determined, then shrieked: "Don’t forget, I am you and you are . To slash is to slash yourself."
"Nonsense."
Mo Hua said coldly, then slashed again.
The heart-tearing pain spread to Mo Hua’s Divine Soul, sevenfold to the Evil Baby.
The Evil Baby, in tornt, finally grinned madly, using all its might, forcefully broke through the Divine Seal Mo Hua set, erging from the Fushi Soul, trying to gasp for breath.
The Evil Baby erged.
Simultaneously, behind Mo Hua, another head "grew" out of nowhere, pitch-black and sinister, ugly and malicious.
It was the head of the Evil Baby.
And at the mont the Evil Baby erged, Mo Hua’s eyes lit up.
His small hand darting like lightning, reached backward, directly grabbing the Evil Baby’s neck. Without a word, he dragged it by the neck towards the Taoist Stele.
On the Taoist Stele, the vivid red Robbery Thunder looked startling.
Suddenly, the Evil Baby, choked by Mo Hua, felt a chill in its heart, "This brat got !"
Then it perceived the devastating aura on the Taoist Stele, overwhelming fear nesting in its heart.
The Evil Embryo unthinkingly, enduring pain, shed a layer of skin, turning into a puddle of black water, narrowly fusing back into Mo Hua’s Life Soul.
When Mo Hua’s hand approached the Robbery Thunder, the Evil Baby gripped in his hand had vanished.
Only so viscous black water remained.
It seed to be the Evil Baby’s shed skin.
"Molting?"
Mo Hua frowned slightly.
Where did this little lamb learn such a trick? It didn’t know this move before?
Or is this also a part of its innate divine ability, slowly surfaced as mories awakened?
Mo Hua found it troubleso, yet felt a touch of pity.
"So close..."
Initially, by using the cultivation thod of the Godslaying Sword, self-slashing the Life Soul, to cause the Evil Baby unbearable pain, forcing it out of the Fushi Soul.
Then, taking advantage of its furious distraction, captured it swiftly with the speed of lightning, planning to use the Robbery Thunder to annihilate it once and for all.
But sadly, the Evil Baby was too astute, learning the bizarre "molting" technique.
If it were slower in reaction.
Or if it couldn’t "molt."
It would be dead this ti for sure.
The "duck" he nearly caught flew away, leaving Mo Hua unhappy.
And after the Evil Baby rged back into Mo Hua’s Life Soul, it remained utterly silent, not daring to reveal a trace of presence.
Mo Hua said: "Hey, co out."
"Weren’t you quite arrogant before?"
The Evil Baby was silent.
"If you don’t co out, I’ll slash you again," Mo Hua said.
Even so, the Evil Baby remained curled in the Fushi Soul, afraid to stir.
Once an Evil Embryo, now a frightened bird.
Mo Hua clenched his teeth, channeled the ancient Sword Intent, slashing his Divine Soul once more.
This slash was imnsely painful, the Evil Baby finally couldn’t bear it, saying viciously:
"Fine, keep slashing... "
"Evil Thoughts linger, undying and eternal. I want to see who among us has a tougher life, see who dies first..."
Thereafter, it completely went into hiding.
No matter how Mo Hua slashed, it made no sound.
Mo Hua could no longer afford to keep slashing because slashing the Life Soul was indeed extrely painful.
If the Evil Baby scread from being slashed, he would have a comparison, feeling a bit more at ease.
But now the Evil Baby "played dead," if he kept slashing, he would only feel his own suffering.
Mo Hua then stopped.
And once he stopped, the cracks slashed out by the ancient sword in his Life Soul ached as if being cut with knives.
Mo Hua clutched his head, his body trembling from the pain.
"It’s over, slashed too much..."
During the slashing, it wasn’t obvious, but afterward, the residual pain began to surf ace little by little.
The pain was intensifying.
Mo Hua hastily mobilized his Divine Thought, using the remaining Divine Marrow to nd the wounds on his Divine Soul.
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