"Among the Seven Sects, there are less than ten disciples hailed as once-in-a-millennium geniuses, so of course I know you." The young man said slowly, "I am Duanmu Jinglin, also a disciple of the Seven Sects."
Upon hearing this, Lin Mo's eyes flickered slightly, clearly recognizing the na. Out of the ten most famous geniuses among the Seven Sects, Lin Wuya ranked seventh and had been defeated by Lord Tao, while Duanmu Jinglin ranked the highest among these renowned disciples and was rumored to have already gained the qualification of an Inner Sect Disciple, only
choosing to stay in the Outer Sect for three years before entering the Inner Sect.
Lin Mo had never t Duanmu Jinglin but had often heard the na from many fellow disciples, just not realizing Duanmu Jinglin was the eldest son of the Duanmu Family from Dayan City.
"So it's Senior Brother Duanmu." Lin Mo clasped his hands, his expression sowhat grave.
Because, judging by the aura emanating from Duanmu Jinglin, the other party had already reached the Star Lake Level Early Stage in cultivation. Disciples who could reach this level in the Seven Sects were very few. Moreover, Duanmu Jinglin's aura was evidently much stronger than that of Hua Tongnan. Although both were at the Star Lake Level Early Stage, their combat abilities were likely not on the sa level; Hua Tongnan would be
easily beheaded upon encountering Duanmu Jinglin.
As geniuses like them always possess thods to challenge across ranks or even kill enemies a realm higher, Lin Mo could faintly sense a dangerous aura from Duanmu Jinglin.
"Considering we're all from the Seven Sects, I won't kill you today, but since you injured soone from my Duanmu Family, you'll have to give an explanation today." Duanmu Jinglin looked at Lin Mo with a hint of arrogance in his eyes.
"An explanation?"
Lin Mo frowned, "I don't know what kind of explanation Senior Brother Duanmu wants?"
"Kneel and apologize to my Duanmu Family, and hand over your magic treasure with both hands!" Duanmu Jinglin said slowly, as if stating sothing trivial.
However, these words caused the cultivators, blocking the street tightly, to change their expressions and gasp in astonishnt.
Kneeling and apologizing would ruin one's reputation, and even leave a demon heart in one's mind, affecting future cultivation paths.
And to hand over one's prized magic treasure would be like cutting off one's own arms.
Upon hearing Duanmu Jinglin's demands, Lin Mo's sword-like eyebrows knitted together, and a strong surge of true essence erupted from him as he gritted his teeth. Such demands, he naturally wouldn't comply with.
Duanmu Jinglin also understood that Lin Mo wouldn't comply; his words were clearly ant to infuriate Lin Mo and take the chance to severely teach him a lesson. "Senior Brother Duanmu, I'm afraid I cannot agree to such demands; a man can be killed but not humiliated. If you want a fight, then a fight you shall have." Lin Mo's gaze was unwavering as he stared at Duanmu, his body surging with powerful true essence, cold energy emanating
from him so intensely that even those nearby with lower cultivation had to brace themselves against the chill.
"Junior Brother Lin, I've given you a chance. Since you're unwilling to admit your fault, don't bla for taking action against a fellow disciple." Duanmu Jinglin narrowed his eyes slightly, a sharp glint flickering within his eye slits.
At the sa ti, the surging true essence in Duanmu Jinglin's body also beca fierce, with an aura like a raging flood.
In terms of strength, Lin Mo truly wasn't a match for Duanmu Jinglin. After all, Duanmu Jinglin was not like Hua Tong; despite both being at the Star Lake Level Early Stage, he was far stronger than Hua Tongnan.
"Shattering Elent Palm!"
Duanmu Jinglin ford a solidified true essence in his palm, and the surrounding true essence seed to freeze for a mont as he suddenly struck at Lin Mo.
Simultaneously, Lin Mo also unleashed his true essence, forming a layer of frost power in his right palm, colliding against the oncoming handprint.
The two handprints clashed in midair, and at the collision point, a flood-like energy ripple spread out, sending so unlucky fellows nearby flying.
Lin Mo's soles skidded against the ground, leaving two long marks stretching tens of ters, his feet gouging two deep grooves in the bluestone pavent, whereas Duanmu Jinglin rely shifted his step slightly, making the disparity between them evident.
"Such strong true essence, much more powerful than Hua Tong by many magnitudes; indeed, he lives up to being one of Seven Sects' top geniuses." Lin Mo was inwardly shocked, hastily operating his cultivation technique to steady the disrupted true essence coursing through his body. "To withstand even one of my palms and still stand firm, not bad." A trace of surprise flickered in Duanmu Jinglin's eyes, for within the brief exchange, he felt a chilling cold within Lin Mo's true essence, compelling him to reserve
so true essence to counteract the cold.
His cultivation realm was a whole major level higher than Lin Mo's, being the top-ranked genius among the Seven Sects, yet he couldn't make Lin Mo fly backward and spit blood. This made Duanmu Jinglin's eyes turn increasingly cold.
To him, this result was a humiliation.
"Really? Senior Brother Duanmu is quite confident!" Lin Mo gritted his teeth, his expression sowhat grave. If they really fought, he knew he wouldn't be a match for Duanmu Jinglin. "What you just saw was rely a probing. Now I'll let you experience my true strength and understand the consequences of offending the Duanmu Family." Duanmu Jinglin's gaze beca sharp as his figure shot forward; this ti, the true essence power within him surged once
more, making Lin Mo's eyes widen.
Just at that mont, a soft voice called out between the two.
"So, is the eldest son of the Duanmu Family only capable of bullying weaker opponents here?"
Hearing this voice, Duanmu Jinglin's advancing figure abruptly slowed down, and the fierce surging of true essence within him cald. Lin Mo also paused, then saw a slim figure, with long, silky black hair, standing tall between them. She was a woman, possessing stunning beauty and an ethereal presence that drew young n's gazes from both sides of the street, their eyes twinkling with a peculiar glint. "Eldest Miss ng." Seeing this figure, Duanmu Jinglin's eyes also showed a hint of delight, a gentle smile turning up his lips, forming a stark contrast to his previously sharp deanor, as an unusual
light shimred in his eyes.
Lin Mo's face turned a bit rigid; the woman before them was none other than ng Qingge. However, after entering the Seven Sects, ng Qingge seed to have joined the Inner Sect, leaving them with little chance to et.
"Lin Mo is my friend, Mr. Duanmu, could you give so face? I believe this is just a misunderstanding." ng Qingge glanced at Lin Mo with her peripheral vision before turning her gaze back to Duanmu Jinglin, speaking softly.
"Miss ng's friend?" Duanmu Jinglin frowned slightly, "I must give Eldest Miss ng face, so let's consider this a misunderstanding this ti."
ng Qingge turned to look at Lin Mo and said, "Aren't you coming with quickly?"
Lin Mo sighed inwardly, realizing he couldn't dodge this ti. He then glanced at Duanmu Jinglin, who was also watching him, and their piercing gazes collided silently in the air. Then, under Duanmu Jinglin's gaze, he watched as ng Qingge and Lin Mo walked farther and farther away, disappearing at the end of the street.
The splendid story continues tomorrow.
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