Flying Swords danced wildly across the sky, their piercing screams breaking the sound barrier.
The Great Elder of the Joy Sect was an Advanced Martial God and a Magic User, deeply versed in the way of magic. Each Flying Sword could cut through steel as if it were butter, and could probably even cleave an armored vehicle in two.
There were simply too many Flying Swords.
Lin Mo's form weaved about, effortlessly dodging a few Flying Swords. These swords plunged into the sea, causing white columns of water to erupt, making a deafening noise.
The sword rain fell, and countless droplets burst into the air, shrouding the sky as if in a fine drizzle.
Standing ashore, Wei Jingshou, He Shouming, and others were dumbstruck. Ordinary powerhouses could at most harness wind as blades and tread on water, rely projecting their True Yuan. However, the techniques and martial arts displayed by the Old Green Dragon and the Great Elder of the Joy Sect were simply astonishing.
"One day, I will reach this level," Wei Qiankun clenched his teeth and his fists, vowing in his heart.
"Destruction Seal!"
Lin Mo dodged a Golden Sword and appeared before the Great Elder, raising his hand and striking down with a palm. It was as if a three-fathom Handprint had condensed in the sky, and an imnse suppression descended upon the Great Elder.
"Not good!"
The Great Elder's face slightly changed, his hands quickly weaving a spell, as a golden light ford an umbrella-like shield above his head.
At that sa mont, the Handprint ferociously struck down, and upon contact with the golden umbrella, it instantly cracked like a spider's web. The Great Elder of the Joy Sect was directly smacked deep into the sea.
"He is truly strong, a King in deed as well as in na," Wei Jingshou's eyes filled with shock.
That aside, the fact that Lin Mo was able to gain the upper hand against both an Advanced Martial God and a Great Master of Magic alone spoke volus of his combat prowess, enough to boast among the younger generation across the world.
After rely a few breaths' ti, the Great Elder of the Joy Sect flew up from the seabed, his face a mix of shock and fury, his gaze fixed intently on Lin Mo.
The Old Green Dragon stood upon the water's surface, tens of ters away, his eyes sharp as blades fixed on Lin Mo.
Neither had expected Lin Mo's strength to reach such a realm, to the point where even joining forces, they still found themselves at a disadvantage.
"Old Green Dragon, it seems we must resort to our trump cards. If we do not kill him today, we may never have another chance. This fella is simply a freak of nature," the Great Elder said, eyes narrowing slightly, his gaze filled with a more solemn light.
"Mhm."
The Old Green Dragon nodded, and then said to Lin Mo, "You might be formidable, but facing the Great Elder and attacking together will result in your demise right here."
With that, the Old Green Dragon stretched out both hands, and his entire body was surrounded by a halo of azure light. Suddenly, what looked like scaly patches of skin, each the size of a matchbox, grew on his arms. Not only that, but his neck and limbs were also covered in a layer of azure scales, each emitting a deep azure radiance.
"What is that? A monster?" He Wuxue's wide eyes showed shock on her lovely face.
The Old Green Dragon clenched his fists, his blood roaring like a dragon, feeling an incomparable strength. However, he also felt stinging pain throughout his muscles, aware that he could only maintain this state for a maximum of three minutes. After three minutes, his body would not be able to bear it.
"Bloodline Power?" Lin Mo was also surprised, but he imdiately shook his head.
Impossible, how could the Old Green Dragon's race still manifest bloodline talents? Bloodline talents were sothing only the ancient behemoths, like the Demon Emperor or the Alien Race, would inherit and pass down their powerful genes.
Lin Mo realized what had probably happened, the Old Green Dragon must have ventured into the Flood Dragon Valley and acquired the dragon scale, then used high technology to extract the Flood Dragon's gene and subsequently cultivated it to implant within his own body.
Just as Lin Mo surmised, the Old Green Dragon indeed found the scale and used high technology to extract the Flood Dragon's bloodline gene to enhance his bloodline. The issue was that the Flood Dragon's genes were rejected by his body. It took him a full thirty years, and every decade he managed to soothe the Flood Dragon's genes within his body, but he could not use them for more than three minutes each ti. Otherwise, his body would be overtaken by the Flood Dragon's genes and burst open, killing him outright.
The Great Elder of the Joy Sect glanced at the Old Green Dragon and a spark flashed in his eyes, "Old Green Dragon, it's ti for to use my own ultimate moves." As he finished speaking, the Great Elder chanted continuously, and the Buddhist hymns resonated. The Buddha Beads on his wrist shot out, eleven golden lights like fireworks, arranged in eleven strategic points around the trio, each spot holding its own intricate significance, each bead engraved with complex magic patterns, shimring with golden light.
Instantly, a golden thread stretched out from each Buddha Bead, connecting with others, forming a golden circle that enclosed the three of them within, roughly the size of a soccer field.
"Open!"
The Great Elder of the Joy Sect shouted once more, his eyes opening to reveal a brilliant golden radiance.
The golden light from the eleven Buddha Beads intensified, and then they blood into petals, transforming into eleven golden lotuses scattered on the pitch-black ocean surface, ethereal and dreamlike.
"Buddha Beads Array Formation?" Lin Mo frowned and said, "You must have given one of the beads to Ning Hong, but I've shattered it already."
Each Buddha Bead was rely a Low Grade Holy Artifact, but when the eleven beads were united, their power nearly rivaled that of a Top-Grade Holy Artifact. Even Lin Mo found it slightly surprising.
"Within my Golden Lotus Array, there is no life, only death, Amitabha," muttered the Great Elder, his eyes flashing with a ruthless gleam.
"Bang!"
The Old Green Dragon vanished on the spot, a sonic boom exploding in the air. His speed instantly surpassed the speed of sound as he charged at Lin Mo, like a frenzied humanoid Azure Dragon, his speed, his strength, and his montum all seed to double.
"I won't waste ti with you anymore."
Lin Mo clenched his fist, his whole body glittering with a golden radiance, his pupils alight with fighting spirit as he faced the Old Green Dragon head-on.
When the two collided, from everyone else's perspective, it looked like a point of azure light and a point of golden light striking each other. Ordinary people's eyes could not keep up with their speed; they could only notice that the two were fighting from the sky down to the ocean floor.
The Old Green Dragon grew increasingly alard as he fought. His body was covered with Flood Dragon azure armor, unmatched in defensive power, but Lin Mo suppressed him in the fight, and his punches hit Lin Mo as if striking against steel.
"Freak," the Old Green Dragon cursed inwardly.
If this delay continued, he wouldn't be able to sustain the Flood Dragon azure armor on his body much longer.
At this mont, the Great Elder of the Joy Sect also hurriedly took action. Countless golden swords flew from the lotuses towards Lin Mo, seemingly inexhaustible.
"Let show you what real Fist Skill is," Lin Mo said, squeezing his golden fist, focusing on the Old Green Dragon and completely disregarding the golden swords flying towards him from behind.
Watching Lin Mo loosely clench his fist, an ancient and vast aura erged from it, as if it embodied so law and will of the universe itself. The Old Green Dragon's heart skipped a beat, and he got a very bad feeling—a feeling of foreboding that he had never experienced in his decades of practicing Martial Arts, not even when facing the strongest enemy.
"What kind of Fist Skill is this?" the Old Green Dragon's eyes widened.
"The Fist Skill of an Immortal!" Lin Mo ford a Punch Mark, and the Primordial Energy from dozens of miles around him surged wildly as if he were a Black Hole, incessantly devouring the surrounding Primordial Energy.
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