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Mo Wen sent Luo Shan flying with yet another punch. It was as though Mo Wen was hitting his own son. The onlookers were stunned. Was Luo Shan still even an unparalleled Golden Elixir realm ancient martial arts practitioner? Why would he be so vulnerable to a blow?
Li Shuncai couldn’t wrap his head around it. Even in the Green Ancient Mystery Dimension, Golden Elixir realm practitioners were at the pinnacle of the pyramid. Yet here was a person who could torture a Golden Elixir realm martial arts practitioner in this way. It was absolutely dumbfounding. Only ancient martial arts practitioners at the latter stage or at the pinnacle of Golden Elixir realm could have such ability.
Could it be that the youth was at the pinnacle of Golden Elixir realm cultivation? No matter how one looked at it, this seemed preposterous. In the Green Ancient Mystery Dimension, there had never been an ancient martial arts practitioner at the pinnacle of the Golden Elixir realm.
Chen Zi covered her mouth with her dainty hands, her eyes bulging. She had never thought that Mo Wen would be this powerful. Could it be that she had underestimated him? He clearly only had the cultivation of the Embryonic Breathing realm so how could he be so formidable? Chen Zi was filled with doubt. She felt like Mo Wen was too mysterious. He couldn’t be understood with common logic at all. He had given her too many surprises throughout their journey.
You…
Luo Shan got up from the floor. His face was covered in bloodstains. He pointed at Mo Wen, unable to utter a word. He had never thought that one day he would be in such an embarrassing position. A youth had ridiculed him in public and Luo Shan could only punch him a little in return. This was definitely a humiliation for him.
You actually dare to say ‘you’. You are being disrespectful to your ancestor.
With a flash of his silhouette, Mo Wen pounced on Luo Shan and struck him on the face, sending him flying again. However, the rebound of the terrifying Inner Qi in Luo Shan’s body caused Mo Wen’s hand to bruise. He was able to hide it well.
After receiving attacks, one after another, Luo Shan was completely exhausted. Against someone who could use soul attacks constantly, and also affect his soul, he had no choice but to take a beating. The youth was too evil and such a strange figure. He clearly only had cultivation comparable to the fake Golden Elixir realm but had soul power comparable to the pinnacle of the Golden Elixir realm. Also, his soul power was released externally to harm people.
Luo Shan had discovered that the youth’s cultivation wasn’t high. In fact, Mo Wen’s cultivation was lower than his. However, the youth’s soul power was formidable. He could even release soul attacks, directly disturbing Luo Shan’s soul. Now that his soul had been affected by Mo Wen’s power, how was the battle supposed to continue?
Luo Shan panicked inside. He, a dignified elder of the Sacred Flame Sect and a genuine Golden Elixir realm ancient martial arts practitioner, had actually suffered losses from a fake Golden Elixir realm ancient martial arts practitioner. Even worse, this was an inexperienced youth. He would be too ashamed to face the others in the future.
Luckily, this youth’s cultivation was not at the Golden Elixir realm. Otherwise, these few hits would have been enough to severely injure him. It was possible that they could have even killed him.
Do you yield?
Mo Wen asked as he crossed his arms with a cynical look.
Luo Shan stood on the spot, not daring to do anything for a while. He was worried that Mo Wen would give him another round of beatings. He felt insulted to the utmost limit, but he could not do anything. What could he do against a person he was not even able to lift a finger against?
For a moment, Luo Shan wanted to flee. Even though the defensive ability of a Golden Elixir realm ancient martial arts practitioner was strong, if this persisted, he might die at the hands of this youth. Chen Zi was important, but nothing was more important than his life.
Brat!
Hatred surged in Luo Shan’s heart. He intended to say a few words to save his face. Otherwise, it would be too embarrassing to flee in this crestfallen manner.
Such a stubborn disciple. Even after multiple teachings, you actually still refuse to change, even disrespecting your ancestors.
Mo Wen gave out a sigh and his silhouette disappeared from his original spot. The next moment, he appeared in front of Luo Shan.
Luo Shan was so scared that his face was ashen. With fear lingering in his heart, his mind went blank. He stood there, stunned. The only thought in his mind was that he was about to come under attack again.
Once again, Mo Wen sent Luo Shan flying with a punch. The frightening power caused a few trees in the surrounding area to be split into pieces. But Luo Shan’s body was very solid. Another hole appeared on his body and he coughed up a few mouthfuls of blood, but that was all.
You actually did not resist?
Mo Wen looked at Luo Shan strangely. Then, with a satisfied look, he said,
Not bad, not bad. You’re becoming smarter. The young man shows promise.
Upon hearing this, Luo Shan was stunned for a bit but then immediately reacted. Just now, Mo Wen seemed to not have used a soul attack, instead directly coming over to punch him. Aside from that, Mo Wen did not do anything. As for Luo Shan, he had stupidly stood there on the spot waiting to get hit.
Merfer!
Luo Shan felt a volcano erupt inside of him. He could not resist cursing profanities. It had all gone too far. Luo Shan would never have dreamed he would actually stupidly stand there and take a punch.
You are stubborn. Forget about it, this ancestor won’t lecture you anymore. Just apologize. If you are repentant, I can let this slide.
Mo Wen sighed. He looked like a senior contemplating a stubborn junior.
Brat, you can’t use soul attacks anymore, can you?
Mo Wen’s actions gave Luo Shan some hope. Soul attacks were magical powers that only immortal cultivators had. Even if this evil youth could use it, it most probably had limits and he could not continuously use it too many times. After all, performing soul attacks consumed a lot of soul power. Even immortal cultivators at the Primordial Soul realm couldn’t last long.
When faced with such a bizarre occurrence, naturally Luo Shan would look on the bright side. After all, it was quite unacceptable for him to be tortured by a youth.
You, who deceive your master and destroy your ancestor, you dare to scold your ancestor.
Mo Wen let out a cold laugh. With a flash of his silhouette, he pounced on Luo Shan again. As before, Mo Wen charged imposingly.
Luo Shan took the bit between his teeth, kindling his Inner Qi to its maximum level. He was ready to deliver a fatal blow to Mo Wen. He was certain that Mo Wen was tricking him this time. Mo Wen would not have the ability to launch another soul attack.
However, just when Luo Shan was ready to go all out, exploding all his energy and gaining the upper hand to save face, a thunderclap sounded in his mind again. It was like a bolt out of the blue. His body wobbled and everything turned upside down in his head. He was dizzy, not able to see anything clearly.
Rumble! A loud crash sounded. Luo Shan was sent flying again. Once again, without any warning, he flew like a bullet. His chest collapsed and a deformity could be seen with the naked eye.
If he was a commoner, he would most likely be dead by now as he had suffered such serious injuries. However, for a Golden Elixir realm ancient martial arts practitioner, the injuries were still far from being serious enough to claim his life.
Mo Wen’s mouth curled to form a cruel smile. After delivering the punch, he didn’t stop there. Instead, he waved, and arrays of golden and black sword Qi appeared in front of him. Then, the two arrays of sword Qi fused in the middle, transforming into an array of foggy sword Qi.
This was the Spiritual Profound Sword Qi, which he had learned from the heritage of the Ming Cult’s 34th cult leader. Before this, he had never used it because its power was too strong. Furthermore, it consumed a lot of Inner Qi. Even with his current cultivation, he could at most release seven to eight blades of sword Qi.
However, undoubtedly, the Spiritual Profound Sword Qi was mighty. Even just considering its attack ability alone, it was stronger than the Yin Yang Integration technique. It was one of the strongest offensive techniques that Mo Wen had mastered.
Once the Spiritual Profound Sword Qi was released, it instantly covered the heavens and earth. Every breeze in the woods seemed to be a sharp blade, emitting a keen aura. The heavens and earth were covered with a chill.
The facial expression of Li Shuncai and other ancient martial arts practitioners from the Jianyou Sect changed drastically. They stared at the three blades of Qi of sword floating in front of Mo Wen with horror. Instead of three blades of sword Qi, there seemed to be endless sword Qi, filling the heavens and earth. Even the invisible air surrounding them had turned into sharp blades.
Those watching could clearly sense that if the three blades of sword Qi targeted them, they would turn into fine powder in an instant. Even their souls would be reduced to nothing.
It wasn’t just Li Shuncai and the other ancient martial arts practitioners from the Jianyou Sect that could sense the threat of the sword Qi. Even Chen Zi and Zou Guangbo appreciated the danger. They moved back a few steps fearfully, subconsciously distancing themselves from Mo Wen.
Kill!
Mo Wen coldly commanded. Immediately, one of the three blades of sword Qi in front of him shot out, aiming straight for Luo Shan, who had just got to his feet.
Luo Shan was dizzy. He had been able to stand by leaning against an immense tree. Even before he could assess his surroundings, Mo Wen’s intention to kill him pounced on him. For an instant, he got goosebumps all over him. It was as though an unparalleled good sword had set its aim on him and was coming towards him.
Under this intense sense of crisis, Luo Shan became much soberer. He nimbly flew up, took an iron spike from out of his body and swang it forcefully. The iron spike hit a spot in the air with a heavy crash.
Rumble! A loud thud sounded. A terrifying storm burst out, as though there were countless blades of sword Qi dropping from the sky. All of the trees within the perimeter of a hundred meters cracked into pieces. There were countless sword marks on the floor in a criss-crossing pattern.
Luo Shan retreated tens of meters into the storm before he was able to stabilize himself. His body trembled; there were new wounds piling up on top of his injuries, causing him to cough up a mouthful of blood. In front of him was a sword mark, one foot in width and over a hundred meters in length. The sword mark extended for a long distance and was deep beyond measure.
What sword Qi is that?
Luo Shan was shocked beyond compare. He stared at Mo Wen incredulously. It was incredible that a fake Golden Elixir realm ancient martial arts practitioner could actually launch such a horrifying attack. It was comparable to an all-out-blow delivered by a Golden Elixir realm ancient martial arts practitioner. The sword Qi was a fatal threat even to him.
Luo Shan glanced at the big iron spike in his hand. There were sword scars on the spike-like fissures in the metal. One of the scars was particularly deep, almost splitting his iron spike into two. His iron spike was made of fine iron. It was comparable to a weapon of the gods. The sword Qi must have actually been so dreadful to do such damage.
Of course, this is the sword of your ancestors,
Mo Wen said as he curled his lips into a cold smile.
Luo Shan’s wore a shocked expression. Mo Wen was obviously teasing him. Luo Shan opened his mouth, but no words came out. The sword Qi was too terrifying. He still had a lingering fear towards it. Under normal circumstances, he could perhaps still defend himself against it. But he was dazed and he would probably be killed with just a flash of sword Qi.
This bewitching youth had the ability to attack his soul. If he attacked with another blade of sword Qi, then …
Luo Shan didn’t even dare to continue his thoughts. There were still two blades of Sword Qi suspended in front of the youth. Either of them was sufficient to threaten his life. A sense of crisis, where his life was an uncertainty, welled up inside of him.
