"You..." The High Priest glared with round, furious eyes. He had never imagined Lin Mo would brazenly make a move, and on the Young Sect Master of their own Black Witch Sect no less, grievously wounding him with a casual strike.
Furious, the High Priest fixed his gaze on Lin Mo and bellowed, "If you dare to ss around again, I will not spare your life!"
"Why wouldn't I dare?" Lin Mo's expression was indifferent as he scoffed scornfully and, with a flicker of his silhouette, left behind an illusory shadow in his original place, throwing a punch toward the Young Sect Master.
The Young Sect Master hadn't even reacted when his whole body was sent flying again, his chest now sporting a transparent hole. With eyes widened, he stared at Lin Mo, his gaze filled with rage.
The Black Witch Sect had long road unchecked in the Southern Sichuan Region. As the Young Sect Master, he held an extraordinarily high status and had never encountered such an affront before—soone who dared to kill him over a re disagreent. What surprised him even more was the sheer strength of Lin Mo.
"Eh!"
Everyone frowned, looking at the transparent hole in the Young Sect Master's chest, eyes able to see through from front to back without a single drop of blood flowing out, only a mass of black fog swirling inside. It began to heal at a speed visible to the naked eye.
"You dare to kill ?" The Young Sect Master's face was icy, his eyes carrying a trace of rage and a sinister hue.
"Body Separation, huh?" A crease ford between Lin Mo's brows. This Young Sect Master before him was not truly the Young Sect Master at all, but rely a body cultivated from Evil Qi—a shell controlled by the Divine Sense of the main body, operating the puppet double to handle mundane affairs.
The Young Sect Master stared at Lin Mo, his expression cold as he said, "Boy, if you submit to now, I will spare you. Otherwise, do not bla our Black Witch Sect for hunting you down."
Lin Mo let out a cold laugh and threw another punch, his Fist Power exploding with a sonic boom, punching seven or eight holes in the Young Sect Master's body.
"I've told you, you can't kill like this." The Young Sect Master sneered, a smug look on his face as the transparent holes punched in his body began to close slowly, repaired by the Black Fog.
Everyone looked on in amazent at the scene before their eyes.
"Can this kind of person really not be killed?" Tan Yong's eyes widened in astonishnt. If one could never be killed, then how could they fight?
White Witch Elder Liao and Liao Wen went pale at the sight of the people from the Black Witch Sect, knowing they cultivated Poisonous Insect Poison, Curses, and various powerful soul techniques, always at odds with the White Witch.
"Is this the Black Witch Sect's Immortal Soul Technique?" Elder Liao, knowledgeable and experienced, identified the problem with the Young Sect Master at a glance.
This was a Forbidden Technique—the Black Witch Sect actually dared to cultivate it?
Such soul techniques required the killing of nine hundred and ninety people, out of which four hundred and fifty had to be won and five hundred and forty n. It was a soul technique that accumulated through the essence blood and hostility of these victims.
By now, the High Priest, Hou Dongjun, and He Hongmiao had all reacted, unleashing various lethal Martial Arts attacks towards Lin Mo, with Thunder, Flas, Curses, and Wind Blades coming at him all at once.
The Young Sect Master was even more furious, his entire body entwined with black wisps, yelling angrily, "Bastard, no one has ever dared to strike ! Today, I will kill you and use your blood to cultivate my soul technique."
As he spoke, the black fog on the Young Sect Master transford into dozens of Heavenly Swallowing Black Snakes—the pupils of these snakes gleaming with a bloodthirsty red light—staring down Lin Mo with boundless brutality.
With Hou Dongjun, the High Priest, and He Hongmiao, and now the Young Sect Master attacking Lin Mo all at once, even Tan Songtao and Xiao Nai were getting nervous. No matter how powerful Lin Mo was, could he withstand a joint assault from these people?
"Withering Light!"
The staff in the High Priest's hand emitted a pale green light, making Lin Mo's entire body suddenly feel as heavy as if it were filled with lead. This High Priest's Spell was even more potent than the one cast by He Hongmiao, and it restrained not just the weight but also a portion of a person's Martial Arts power.
He Hongmiao and Hou Dongjun's various terrifying attacks followed suit, as relentless as can be, with flashes of blinding Cold Light flickering non-stop.
Lin Mo's eyes sparkled with coldness, and his figure abruptly flickered, instantly appearing before the High Priest. He landed a punch in the High Priest's chest. Despite the Curse, Lin Mo's speed and strength completely exceeded the High Priest's expectations.
The High Priest's eyes were filled with horror as he was sent flying backward, a life-saving plaque on his chest cracking with a snap, his face turning deathly pale.
Had it not been for the life-saving plaque on his chest resisting the blow, Lin Mo's punch might well have killed him.
Imdiately, Lin Mo once again pulled out trails of Void Illusions, weaving through the crowd, and landed another punch on He Hongmiao. He Hongmiao, not even managing to unleash his final attack, looked down to see a fist piercing through his chest.
"I... I don't want to die!"
He Hongmiao's eyes carried a look of panic, issuing a faint sound from his lips, before collapsing to the ground with a thud.
He Qiang and the entire He Family stood there, dumbstruck. Their family's most powerful Magic User, the Great Elder, had been killed by a single punch from Lin Mo, leaving everyone ashen-faced.
Even if Lin Mo were to be slain here, without a Half-step Martial God to stand as their bulwark, the He Family would sooner or later be suppressed and wiped out by other powers.
"Elder He! I will kill you!" Upon seeing this, Hou Dongjun's eyes reddened with pain, as he felt the bitter sorrow of a similar fate. He quickened his movents, drawing on his Essence Blood to spray out an enormous Fireball from his palm, seemingly seeking to incinerate Lin Mo.
"Just you?" Lin Mo's gaze remained indifferent. With a sweep of his palm, a golden Handprint turned the Fireball into a magnificent Fire Dragon. In an instant, Lin Mo vanished from the spot and reappeared right in front of Hou Dongjun.
As for the dozens of Heavenly Swallowing Black Snakes ford by the Young Sect Master's black fog, they left every plant they touched turning to nothingness, yet they couldn't land a hit on their target due to Lin Mo's rapid movent.
The Young Sect Master continued to frown deeply, constantly stimulating the black fog on his body, empowering the Heavenly Swallowing Black Snakes.
Before Hou Dongjun could react, Lin Mo was upon him, his hand clamping around his throat. With a twist, Hou Dongjun's eyes widened with terror; his neck snapped with blood spurting out, dead beyond any doubt.
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