This is a supreme giant!

As for whether he is a heavily Dao-injured giant, Chu Mo couldn't discern. The other party is just too powerful! And he came in his true form!

The towering aura emanating from him is enough to upend this vast universe, imposing an immeasurable pressure on all. In his presence, all living beings seem like mere ants.

"Who are you?" Chu Mo gazed calmly at the man, scrutinizing his radiant figure to see the youthful yet unfamiliar face beneath, and asked impassively.

"Patriarch Bao Ping," the man said coldly.

"Bao Ping?" Chu Mo understood then. This was one of the giants who had once schemed against the Imperial Clan's patriarch and suffered heavy Dao backlash as a result.

There were two others, one named Canglan and the other Jiu Lie.

Back then, among the giants who ambushed the Imperial Clan patriarch, Zhong Caiyun, the Grand Elder of the Zhong Family, had already fallen; Patriarch Zi, that monstrous old rat, was also dead. Patriarch Heiyu has been missing for years, and when the Void Sea erupted in immense chaos, he did not appear. Considering his Dao practices that had once surfaced in Chu Mo, Chu Mo secretly surmised, without disclosing to others, that Patriarch Heiyu was likely dead as well!

Otherwise, why would his Dao practices manifest in Chu Mo?

Later, Chu Mo severed those practices using the Heaven Slaying Blood Moon, dispersing the vast Dao into the Void Sea, benefitting countless creatures within.

Technically speaking, among the six giants who schemed against the Imperial Clan patriarch and the ancient emperor, half had already faced true karmic retribution. This serves as confirmation that karma among giants is overwhelmingly powerful. That kind of immense karmic force is inescapable for them.

Hence, Chu Mo remained composed at this moment. He stared at Bao Ping and said mildly, "Are you here to kill me?"

Bao Ping's gaze toward Chu Mo resembled how someone might look at an ant. "What? Can't I? If you have any last words, feel free to speak them now."

"I believe you must know that I am the one prophesized," Chu Mo responded with unfaltering calm. "I am the one destined to shatter your fortunes and blessings."

"And so what? If you die, naturally, everything will come to an end," Bao Ping retorted, his voice frigid. "So, if you're smart, just kill yourself!"

"Hahaha!" Suddenly, Chu Mo erupted in laughter. "What is it? Are you afraid? Afraid that striking me will result in an even more terrifying backlash? Afraid you'll be cursed to death by karmic forces?"

"You…" Bao Ping's face, veiled in light, instantly darkened. For an exalted giant, the very reason he showed up here and engaged in this verbal exchange with Chu Mo mirrored what Chu Mo had just said.

He feared!

Feared that killing Chu Mo might disrupt a greater Tianji! Feared suffering an even more dreadful karmic retribution!

He was already laden with grievous Dao injuries. Although his combat power surpassed that of Holy Realm cultivators, it still paled in comparison to his former peak.

If Bao Ping and the six ancestral giants collectively regretted one thing in their lives, it was their attack on the Imperial Clan's patriarch!

Back then, even if they'd refrained, the Imperial Clan patriarch might not have successfully endured the apocalyptic thirty-six-epoch catastrophe. Yet, their intervention delivered a fatal blow to the patriarch.

The patriarch failed to transcend his tribulation, perishing utterly. However, the giants suffered horrific karmic backlash. The Dao injuries they've endured persist to this day, unresolved.

Not all wars between giants lead to such outcomes; not every act of killing a giant results in these relentless karmic retributions. The Imperial Clan patriarch carried the entire qi movement of Luotian's vast cosmos and was undergoing tribulation during such a critical juncture. Intervening at that moment inevitably invoked colossal karma.

And as for Chu Mo?

The karmic forces surrounding him were likely even stronger!

Because of the prophecy!

Whether the prophecy of old, made by Spiritual Master Lingtong, was true or not had long ceased to matter.

What mattered was that Chu Mo's destiny was inexorably intertwined with the prophecy. Likewise, the fates of these giants who meddled in his affairs were bound tightly to it. If Chu Mo faced harm and the culprit was unrelated, the backlash might be minimal. But if they themselves struck him… Chu Mo's death would unleash monumental karmic forces upon them!

Bao Ping, already gravely Dao-injured, couldn't withstand a repeat of this phenomenon. Yet letting Chu Mo walk away unscathed was unacceptable to him!

Therefore, he lingered here, attempting to suppress Chu Mo's spirit with towering mental pressures. To drive him to despair, to compel him to take his own life!

That way, while karmic consequences might arise, they wouldn't directly implicate him. The force of retribution would lessen significantly.

Don't doubt it—for countless years, Bao Ping has devoted himself to studying karma!

Prolonged affliction yields expertise. Having been tormented by karmic backlash for countless years, Bao Ping's understanding of karma had reached unfathomable depths. When it comes to karma, other giants pale in comparison.

What he hadn't anticipated, however, was the sheer swiftness of Chu Mo's growth! Chu Mo's spiritual power was so titanic that despite being suppressed by Bao Ping's ancestral-level mental force for an entire day, he remained unaffected! Moreover, Chu Mo still had the strength to counter and taunt him!

This drove Bao Ping close to collapse. His decades of research felt like one colossal joke.

Just as he'd figured out how to avoid direct repercussions, he discovered… his methods were no match for Chu Mo.

This, indeed, embodies the world's utmost tragedy!

Bao Ping inhaled deeply, striving to calm himself. But he had one other tactic.

After years of study, he naturally wouldn't only have one approach. Although his second strategy also came at a hefty cost and significant risk, under these circumstances, he had no choice!

Bao Ping glared icily at Chu Mo, his voice deep. "Since you won't commit suicide and grant yourself a merciful and dignified end, then… I'll have to do it myself! But mark this, little creature—when an old patriarch personally takes action, your death will be ghastly and agonizing beyond belief!"

With that, Bao Ping suddenly summoned forty-nine everlasting lamps with luminous shades.

The forty-nine lamps emerged, forming an array across the four quadrants of the celestial sphere.

Each lamp was as massive as a star!

Suspended in the heavens like forty-nine stars, they emanated an eerie, frigid aura, instantly transforming this universe into an abyss!

At once, all flows of energy were severed!

Clenching his teeth, Bao Ping glared at Chu Mo. "Little bastard, do you see it? These forty-nine lamps are my lifeblood lamps! They utterly sever the karmic forces of this universe! Though lasting just one hour, they're sufficient to deal with you!"

Then, without hesitation, Bao Ping struck at Chu Mo. This time, he attacked fervently, delivering a palm strike to crush Chu Mo.

This strike was akin to the heavens collapsing—an unfathomable might descended to eradicate all escape routes for Chu Mo!

"Shall we fight?" Chu Mo held Heaven Slaying, its blood-red radiance illuminating the pitch-black heavens. A relentless blade light slashed toward Bao Ping's enormous palm.

The blade energy emitted by Heaven Slaying cleaved the sky open, its icy and sharp aura tearing the heavens apart, brimming with killing intent!

Bao Ping's heart trembled intensely. Such a feeling hadn't gripped him in untold years. This young cultivator in the Great Saint Realm had attained Dao practices and combat prowess so impressive they stirred giants!

But this only fueled Bao Ping's resolve—he had to suppress Chu Mo immediately. Should this youth enter the ancient battleground, his growth would accelerate further!

Once Chu Mo becomes a true ancestral giant, no one in this universe would suppress him. That day… would be the reckoning.

Rumble!

The gigantic palm transformed into an immense mountain, bearing down upon Chu Mo.

At last, Heaven Slaying's razor-sharp radiance clashed directly with the massive palm.

Bao Ping let out a muffled grunt, as blood—bright red and striking—leaked from his palm, the blood of an ancestral giant!

Then, Chu Mo's divine artifact, the Celestial Mirror, shone with ten radiant beams of immeasurable light, illuminating this abyssal void.

The Chaos Furnace emitted Dao reverberations, directly refining the overwhelming force unleashed by Bao Ping.

To the Chaos Furnace, nothing was beyond refinement!

Bao Ping bellowed furiously as his injured palm pressed downward once more.

Chu Mo's ancestral body strained under the pressure, his bones creaking as though on the verge of shattering.

Blood seeped from the corner of his lips, yet his eyes gleamed with an unwavering light!

It was the radiance of indomitability!

From Chu Mo emerged his Divine Text Battle Armor, adorned with countless characters that released infinite Dao charm.

It embodied the invincible will of Chu Mo!

With Heaven Slaying in hand, Chu Mo fiercely slashed at the giant palm, cutting an injury spanning tens of thousands of miles!

A cascade of giant blood rained down, forming a river as enchanting and eerie as it was grim and dazzling.

But at that moment, Chu Mo's bones finally began to fracture!

He spat blood in large volumes!

Bao Ping's eyes flared with unhinged madness.

The forty-nine lamps completely sealed the heavens. Roaring, he cried, "Little bastard… perish!"

"Starlight Kill!"

Chu Mo shouted coldly. Instantly, an immense force of stellar energy surged within him and resonated with the forty-nine star-like lamps!

Buzz!

The frosty void universe filled with starlight.

Then, Chu Mo's blade descended, slicing fiercely toward the wrist of the massive palm!

Crack!

The wrist, so thick it defied imagination, was severed by Chu Mo's strike.

A tremendous fountain of blood erupted like the Han Hai, vast and boundless.

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