Swish!

A black stream of light flew out from the black hole, bursting into the chaotic world. The black light stayed in front of Lin Mo, and standing in the sky was the Ninth Prince. However, the Ninth Prince had somewhat disheveled hair and his clothes were quite torn, appearing rather embarrassed.

"Lin Mo, you have successfully angered me."

The Ninth Prince licked his lips, his gaze becoming increasingly cold, akin to a sharp sword staring at Lin Mo.

"Is that so? I would like to know what kind of combat power the Ninth Prince, who is angered by me, possesses."

Lin Mo's gaze was fearless, even carrying some anger, as he tightly stared at his opponent.

The Ninth Prince didn't speak, but several trails of black mist, like swimming small snakes, coiled around him. Slowly raising both palms, black light spheres formed in his palms, which gradually came together, making a sizzling sound.

In a moment, the light spheres condensed into a black sword, the blade pitch-black, entangled with sinister black mist.

"Hell Sword..."

Long Yi, the werewolf Kedun in the distant sky, upon seeing this black sword appear, twitched at the corner of his eye, involuntarily widening his eyes.

"I didn't expect the Fallen Angel clan to actually grant the ninth prince the fifth-ranked treasure in the clan, the Hell Sword..." Luo Yi also revealed a look of envy, murmuring to himself.

"The Ninth Prince is a genius of the Fallen Angel clan. It's not surprising for him to be granted a treasure, but this Hell Sword is truly a treasure!" Luo De licked his lips, a greedy desire showing on his face.

Lin Mo, upon seeing the black sword appear, also felt a sense of evil and oppression, causing the corner of his mouth to twitch. "Hell Sword, judging from the aura it emits, it's almost comparable to a Soul Device... It should be at the Ninth Grade Peak of Spiritual Artifacts."

It's worth noting that Lin Mo spent years refining his Lifebound Treasure Xuanyuan Sword, using many precious materials to forge it. Now, it is only at the Fifth Grade of Spiritual Artifacts, while the Ninth Prince's Hell Sword is at the Ninth Grade, only one step away from a Soul Device.

"Indeed, compared to these ancient powers, my foundation is too meager."

Lin Mo shook his head in his heart.

The Fallen Angel clan is an ancient bloodline race that has developed over a thousand years. Whether in strength or in their reserves of treasures, they far surpass an individual like him.

And the Ninth Prince, being a genius of the Fallen Angel race, receiving such a treasure, is also understandable.

"Lin Mo, today you will serve as my stepping stone to becoming a true genius of the Mystic Realm Sect!" the Ninth Prince shouted fiercely, his voice like thunder. As soon as the words fell, the two pairs of black wings on his back moved, turning him into a black stream of light that charged fiercely at Lin Mo, slashing down the black longsword, drawing a black sword light that seemed to tear the entire space apart.

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Clang!

Lin Mo's eyes shone like torches, raising the Xuanyuan Sword in his hand horizontally in front of him, his eyes full of fiery battle intent. "Heh, today let's see who becomes whose stepping stone."

Their swords clashed as Lin Mo felt a tremendous force transmitting through the Xuanyuan Sword into his whole body, the violent dark aura surging into his body, only to be instantly annihilated by the Star Power within him.

Their figures shot explosively through the air, Lin Mo's eyes as deep as stars, bursting with intense battle intent, and all his blood seemed to boil and surge at this moment.

Since returning from rebirth, he has consistently experienced overpowering battles, and this clash between geniuses made Lin Mo find the feeling of striving in the Cultivation World again.

Those Heaven's Chosen Sons are born with talents and aptitudes surpassing ordinary people, or born into great families and major sects with abundant precious resources. Their starting points far exceed the endpoints many can achieve through a lifetime of effort.

"Lin Mo, accept your fate, today you must die!" The Ninth Prince's expression was fierce, his cold eyes like sharp swords harshly staring at him.

"I can die, but I will never be defeated by you!"

Lin Mo gritted his teeth, his whole body swept by True Yuan as the Star Power in him continually erupted, contending with the Ninth Prince's strength.

"Haha, I most enjoy crushing hard bones like you... Watching your expression of despair."

The Ninth Prince snorted coldly, the two pairs of wings on his back turning into countless black feathered arrows, transforming into streaks of light, shooting continuously toward Lin Mo.

Lin Mo was immediately enveloped by a True Essence Qi Shield to fend off the oncoming feathered arrows. In a prolonged defense, Lin Mo has now completely fallen into a passive state, and the Ninth Prince's hand did not stop, continuously attacking with the Hell Sword. Although without any special Martial Arts, the Hell Sword being a Ninth Grade Spiritual Artifact, every attack with its pervading dark aura depleted quite a bit of Lin Mo's True Yuan to resist.

Facing dual attacks, Lin Mo needed to consume one percent of his True Yuan every second to fend off the encroaching dark power within, leaving the remaining True Yuan for counterattacks. In just half a minute, the recovery rate of True Yuan would not keep up with its consumption.

"Lin Mo, will you only hide like a pitiful mouse? Only defend, I think you should be nearing your limit, right? What about your trump cards? Reveal them all," the Ninth Prince laughed wildly.

In the current situation, Lin Mo could only use combat power amplification to contend with the Ninth Prince, yet unless absolutely necessary, Lin Mo was reluctant to use this trump card.

Firstly, because Lin Mo did not want to expose this trump card, and secondly, he did not want to overly rely on it. If in every life-and-death battle he thought of having a way out, he could never grow into a true powerhouse.

"Fine, since you want to see my trump card, let's fight it out properly."

Lin Mo snorted coldly, his clothes exploded, and eight thick red vines from his back crazily squirmed out, turning into scarlet whips carrying a biting powerful energy, swooping towards the Ninth Prince to strangle him.

"Just with this, you want to stop me?" The Ninth Prince's face was full of disdain, the black wings on his back connecting into swimming schools of fish. The Blood Demon Vine, merely Innate Level, could not resist these sharp feathered arrows, and were instantly cut, with red liquid flowing from the wounds.

Lin Mo could even feel the pain of the Blood Demon Vine. He didn't intend to rely on the Blood Demon Vine to entangle the Ninth Prince, but merely to use it to buy a bit of time to distance himself, immediately putting several hundred meters between him and the Ninth Prince.

"Lin Mo, you still want to escape?" The Ninth Prince snorted coldly.

At the same time, the entire space shook, and the sight of those stretching mountain ranges suddenly rising like dragons and hurtling towards the Ninth Prince was seen.

"What's happening?"

"Manipulating mountains, what kind of magic is this?"

The faces of the werewolf Kedun and the Blood Clan Twins displayed astonishment, gasping in fright.

It is known that the ability to manipulate mountains and rivers is something only true Great Powers can accomplish.

The wonderful encounter continues tomorrow.

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