Chapter 193: Killing You is Merely Routine Sect Conflict in Xuanjiang Prefecture

Chapter 193: Killing You is Merely Routine Sect Conflict in Xuanjiang Prefecture

Facing this sword strike, Shen Mo simply smiled.

The Golden Light Flying Sword—it wasn't as though he hadn't heard of it.

This technique could only be comprehended upon reaching the highest levels of the Sword of Longevity cultivation method.

It drew upon the golden spiritual energy of heaven and earth to manifest a flying sword.

At the peak of the Golden Core stage, cultivators could create a sword up to fifteen feet in length.

But as an entry-level Nascent Soul cultivator, Yao Yunluo had instantly formed a fifty-foot sword.

Since it was infused with golden spiritual energy, it was extraordinarily sharp, capable of piercing anything.

Yet, it still wasn't enough to break through his defenses.

Shen Mo promptly summoned his spiritual energy, casting the Four Directional Profound Gate.

Golden spiritual energy from all directions gathered around him, forming four towering bronze gates.

The two evergreen trees bore the brunt of the Golden Light Flying Sword's attack.

After five breaths, the first tree shattered.

After fifteen breaths, the second tree was also severed.

The glow of the Golden Light Flying Sword dimmed significantly.

At the same time, Shen Mo's Four Directional Profound Gate had fully materialized.

Clang!

A metallic clash echoed through the air.

The closest cultivators felt as if their ears were struck, and blood trickled down from them.

Even those furthest away heard a ringing in their ears that refused to fade.

As for the tables, chairs, and benches at the celebration, they were all blown to pieces, scattered in every direction.

Only the table before Lu Dongxuan remained untouched.

The wind howled, debris flew, and dust obscured the battlefield.

In the midst of the turmoil, Shen Mo and Yao Yunluo stood facing each other.

With minimal effort, Shen Mo had blocked Yao Yunluo's strike.

He spoke calmly.

"Yao Yunluo, where is your Nascent Soul treasure technique? If you don't use it now, you won't get another chance."

Yao Yunluo roared, "Brat, die!"

The cultivators outside the battlefield couldn't see the clash clearly, but hearing Shen Mo's calm tone, they were equally stunned.

"From Shen Mo's tone, it sounds like he blocked Yao Yunluo's attack with ease."

"They're going to use Nascent Soul treasure techniques? I've heard they're extraordinarily powerful!"

"Step back! Make sure you don't get caught in the aftermath!"

The cultivators hastily retreated, fearing the misfortune of being struck by the backlash from the two Nascent Soul cultivators.

At that moment, Shen Mo sensed an unusual power surging around Yao Yunluo.

It wasn't spiritual energy.

Shen Mo's mind stirred.

That power was strangely similar to his own Nascent Soul.

It was clear that Yao Yunluo, ignited by anger, was now activating his Nascent Soul treasure technique!

"Every Nascent Soul treasure technique is unique and serves as each Nascent Soul cultivator's greatest trump card."

"What could his treasure technique be?"

Shen Mo's left hand moved slightly, and an unusual red light began to gather in his palm.

This was his Nascent Soul treasure technique: Radiant Sun Source.

A powerful force surged around Yao Yunluo, rapidly forming the figure of a general wielding a treasured sword.

The general was massive, towering over fifty feet tall, like a giant straddling the heavens and the earth.

Armored head to toe, he held a gleaming sword in his right hand.

"Swordblade Giant General! Strike!"

Pointing at Shen Mo, Yao Yunluo shouted fiercely.

The giant general raised the sword with both hands and slashed down with immense force!

"So, this is the Swordblade Giant General? It's like a personified treasure technique."

Shen Mo smiled faintly. "Then let me show you my Nascent Soul treasure technique."

With a wave of his right hand, the Red Lotus Flames surged forth.

In an instant, his right hand transformed into a blade, and the mystical flame grew in the wind, swelling to fifty feet.

This was the second technique of the Nine Suns Divine Phoenix Art, fused with the Red Lotus Flames!

As the blue blade solidified, Shen Mo ran his left hand along its length, from the hilt to the tip.

A mysterious power immediately merged into the blue blade.

To the eye, the size and heat of the blue blade appeared unchanged.

Yet, for some reason, when Yao Yunluo looked at it, a primal fear seized his heart.

His body, honed from countless battles, warned him.

This strike was exceptionally powerful.

He was no match for it!

He had to evade!

Yao Yunluo could hardly believe it. "Impossible... How could this young upstart be stronger than me?"

"Unless… his Nascent Soul is superior to mine..."

"But that's impossible! I've spent a hundred years in seclusion, and the entire Divine Sword Sect, along with its affiliate sects, has been gathering resources to nourish my growth lotus."

"Shen Mo, a lone individual—even with Qingxuan Sect's help—could never have a stronger Nascent Soul than mine!"

Yao Yunluo took a deep breath, forcing down his anxiety.

What he'd felt must have been an illusion.

In the next moment, Shen Mo's red blade collided with the Swordblade Giant General.

Boom!

The red blade sliced cleanly through the Giant General, as effortlessly as cutting through soft tofu.

Without losing momentum, the blade continued directly toward Yao Yunluo!

Yao Yunluo's pupils shrank to pinpoints.

He never imagined that his Nascent Soul treasure technique would fail to hold off Shen Mo's attack, even for an instant!

Completely overpowered!

Instinctively, Yao Yunluo activated a defensive martial technique, conjuring a giant sword before him.

Boom!

The red blade struck Yao Yunluo, shattering the sword and slicing through him at the waist.

The blade's momentum didn't wane, cleaving through the cloud of dust and continuing far into the sky.

The strike split the dust, allowing the cultivators outside to glimpse Shen Mo and Yao Yunluo's battle.

Thud.

Two halves fell heavily to the ground with a dull thump.

The stunned cultivators looked closer and saw that it was none other than Yao Yunluo's body!

This old sect master of Divine Sword Sect, the future elder of Shangqing Sect, a dignified Nascent Soul cultivator, had been sliced cleanly in half!

"Ahh!"

Yao Yunluo screamed in agony.

Red flames clung to his wounds, burning his flesh relentlessly.

Even if he used his spiritual power to suppress it, the flame would burn for at least another hour or two.

This was the fearsome power of a strange flame!

Whoosh!

A fierce wind swept away the remaining dust, revealing a tall figure standing firm.

Dressed in blue, he floated in midair, entirely unscathed.

It was Shen Mo!

This scene struck every cultivator in attendance like a tidal wave.

Shen Mo had won!

Yao Yunluo was defeated!

A seasoned elder with a wealth of battle experience had been severed at the waist by a young man barely in his twenties!

Murong Yue's eyes sparkled with uncontrollable excitement.

Cultivators from Qingxuan Sect and Verdant Vine Sect looked on with the same radiant light in their eyes.

It was hope!

It was ecstasy!

With a flicker, Shen Mo appeared in front of Yao Yunluo.

He planted his foot firmly on Yao Yunluo's chest, looking down at him from above.

Even though he had been cut in half, Yao Yunluo's life wasn't extinguished yet—his formidable Nascent Soul vitality prevented a swift death.

It was merely a grievous injury.

Shen Mo was here to finish the job.

To utterly end his life!

Sensing Shen Mo's murderous intent, Yao Yunluo roared, "Do you dare kill me? I am an elder of Shangqing Sect!"

"If you kill me, you'll face endless pursuit from Shangqing Sect!"

"No matter how exceptional your talent is, can you withstand a sect's relentless pursuit?!"

"Even if you can flee, can Qingxuan Sect escape?!"

Each statement was a piercing strike to the heart.

Indeed, even if Yao Yunluo were severely injured, would Shen Mo truly dare to kill him?

He was, after all, an elder of Shangqing Sect!

At this moment, Murong Yue nearly spoke up, wanting Shen Mo to take heed and stop here.

But she sensed his unyielding resolve and closed her mouth, saying nothing.

Shen Mo's gaze remained calm.

"Yao Yunluo, you're really getting old and forgetful."

"I told you before—you are not yet an elder of Shangqing Sect. You're merely the former sect master of Divine Sword Sect."

"Killing you is nothing more than routine sect conflict in Xuanjiang Prefecture!"

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