Chu Mo's second primordial spirit even felt a bit of stinging pain. The opponent's strength far exceeded his imagination. Chu Mo maneuvered his second primordial spirit to dodge left and right, but that cold intention was always locked onto him like a tarsal maggot.

Then, a figure emerged from the darkness, eyes flashing with a strange glow, gazing at Chu Mo's second primordial spirit, "Your second primordial spirit is very solid. Ordinary Spirit Refining stage cultivators definitely can't reach your realm!"

Chu Mo looked at the unfamiliar face before him and slightly furrowed his brow, "Who are you? Have you been following me these days?"

"Who I am is not important. What's important is, who are you?" The person's voice was somewhat cold.

"I am just an ordinary cultivator from the Immortal Realm." Chu Mo glanced at the person, "And I have no quarrel or grievance with you, right?"

"No quarrel or grievance is true, but whether you are an ordinary Immortal Realm cultivator, that's hard to say." The person said coldly, then looked at Chu Mo and added, "Although I don't know how you did it, I can affirm that you have a second storage space on you!"

"Are you from the Netherworld Ancient Sect?" Chu Mo glanced at the person, "If so, then you should understand that I have nothing on me!"

"No, no, no, I don't believe that." The person shook his head, "I looked carefully in that storage ring; there were some herbs, some elixirs, some artifact forging materials, and some daily necessities. But there were no weapons at all! It's very unusual, there's no cultivator whose storage ring is completely devoid of knives or swords."

Chu Mo's heart chilled, but he showed a humorous expression on his face, "My main practice is boxing, why would I need swords? You're being rather presumptuous."

"No need for more nonsense, since your primordial spirit is now captive here. If you don't want to lose your second primordial spirit in the Spirit Refining stage, then hand over the treasures on you honestly." The person's cold voice carried a hint of triumph, "Don't try to run, and don't try to resist. You should feel that you're no match for me."

"Does a Mahayana stage cultivator find it meaningful to threaten a Spirit Refining stage cultivator like this?" Chu Mo's second primordial spirit looked coldly at this figure, "Don't you find it disgraceful?"

"Of course not. That relic even left ascension stage cultivators severely injured after entering. Yet curiously, you, a Spirit Refining stage cultivator, came out unscathed. Others believe you didn't venture deep, but I don't see it that way. Anyone who can enter deep and come out untouched has to have gained something. I absolutely won't believe otherwise!"

Chu Mo sighed inwardly, this person's observational abilities were indeed strong, and his analytical skills were terrifyingly accurate. From just a few clues, he deduced so many issues.

Thinking this, Chu Mo sighed, "It seems no matter how I explain, you won't believe me then?"

"Correct!" The Mahayana stage cultivator said lightly, "Just hand over the hidden storage ring on you, and I will spare your life!"

"Really?" At that moment, another voice sounded from afar.

It was Chu Mo's original self that had arrived!

"You actually dare to show up?" The Mahayana stage cultivator seemed a bit stunned, looking at Chu Mo's original self in disbelief.

Both the original self and the second primordial spirit appearing in the same place at the same time — once caught, it meant there was absolutely no way out!

Could he possibly have some kind of ace up his sleeve?

A sudden unease arose in the Mahayana stage cultivator's mind.

"What should I be afraid to show up for?" Chu Mo's original self beckoned, and the second primordial spirit transformed into a streak of light, flying back into his body. A powerful momentum burst forth from Chu Mo's body.

"You still want to fight me?" The Mahayana stage cultivator looked at Chu Mo incredulously, eyes filled with disbelief.

"Why all this needless talk?" Chu Mo raised his hand and threw a punch!

Three Talents Boxing Technique, Earth Punch!

This punch was heavy and powerful, like a thunderbolt with tremendous force!

Whizz!

It pierced right through the void.

Instantly reaching the face of the Mahayana stage cultivator.

Hmph!

The Mahayana cultivator let out a disdainful snort through his nostrils, raised his arm, and braced for Chu Mo's punch.

Just a Spirit Refining cultivator after all, how could the force of one punch, no matter how powerful, harm a Mahayana cultivator like him?

Bang!

A muffled sound.

Crack!

A sharp sound of bone cracking followed.

"Ah!"

The Mahayana cultivator let out an uncontrollable cry of alarm mingled with a tinge of pain.

Because Chu Mo's punch had actually shattered the bones in his forearm!

Before he could react, Chu Mo immediately executed the Thousand Heavy Hands. It was almost instantaneous... both palms hit the Mahayana cultivator over three thousand times!

Pfft!

Pfft!

The Mahayana cultivator was struck by Chu Mo until he continuously spat out blood.

This is the price of underestimating the enemy!

Even a being with an extremely sturdy physique like a giant skeleton found Chu Mo's Thousand Heavy Hands unbearable, not to mention a Mahayana cultivator.

Finally, the Mahayana cultivator steadied his mind, counterattacked with a backhand strike, sending Chu Mo flying. Then, instead of pursuing him, he bent over, clutching his stomach, continuously choking on blood.

Just in that instant, he had already suffered severe injuries!

Chu Mo, however, was unscathed, standing there, coldly observing the Mahayana cultivator, thinking to himself about how confident he was of slaying him right there.

Although with his foundation, it wasn't difficult for him to defeat Mahayana cultivators of a higher level, to directly kill one was not so easy. As the realm of the enemies increased, the difficulty of slaying them also escalated.

After all, the higher the level of the cultivators, the stronger their powers. Such individuals often have many life-saving measures, and to completely kill them is a difficult task.

The Mahayana cultivator was also coldly watching Chu Mo. Only in his indifferent eyes, there was a hint of fear at that moment.

"Boy, dare to tell me your name?" the Mahayana cultivator gritted his teeth, filled with hatred. He originally thought he would get a huge advantage, following Chu Mo secretly for many days, patiently waiting. Just when he thought he was about to succeed, he did not expect to squarely hit an iron plate.

This made him extremely furious and humiliated.

"Just an ordinary cultivator from the Immortal Realm, no need for someone like you, a great figure from the Netherworld ancient sect, to bother about. You still owe me a storage ring, so there's no need to remember my name because one day, I'll personally come to take it back," Chu Mo said calmly, glancing at the Mahayana cultivator, then turned and walked away. His figure quickly disappeared from sight.

The Mahayana cultivator's eyes showed a complex expression, but by now, even if he regretted, it no longer mattered.

However, he still found it hard to believe that this person would one day have the guts to cause trouble at the Netherworld ancient sect. Unless he was tired of living!

Today... let it be considered a loss.

The Mahayana cultivator left the place like a defeated rooster, dejectedly drooping his head.

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