The young man spoke, and his aura was extremely restrained until it became like Chu Mo's Spirit Refining aura.

Yet, it remained overwhelmingly strong, as if his presence still towered above all, like he was a born... a true king!

Clang!

After sealing his cultivation, the young man didn't hesitate and immediately made his move.

His figure soared into the air, thrusting his spear towards Chu Mo.

This thrust, like a Thunderbolt, was surrounded by lightning!

This thrust was as fast as lightning, distorting the void!

This thrust carried the weight of thunder, shattering everything!

Irresistible!

As if it carried all the murderous intent of a world!

Thrusting at Chu Mo!

Chu Mo, with a calm gaze, flashed forward to meet the attack head-on.

Thunderbolt clashed fiercely with Heaven Slaying.

Clang!

A loud noise shattered Heaven and Earth!

The Thunderbolt was unscathed!

Heaven Slaying left no mark!

Chu Mo looked at the young man with disbelief.

The young man gave a wicked smile, "A divine artifact, that's all. Again!"

"Then let's go again!" Chu Mo's fighting spirit was fully aroused. Holding Heaven Slaying, he directly performed the Netherworld Eight Slashes, battling against the man.

Thud!

A stream of blood burst from Chu Mo's shoulder.

The extremely sharp tip of the Thunderbolt Spear grazed past Chu Mo's shoulder.

Beneath the young man's ribs, Heaven Slaying also carved out a long bloody mark, though not too deep, it was enough to instantly drench the young man's garments in blood.

The young man raised an eyebrow, "A bit stronger than I thought, not completely hopeless!"

"Who are you to judge me?" Chu Mo spoke coldly, his strikes as swift as ever.

He completely unleashed his true power, and the young man somewhat reined in his disdain for Chu Mo, starting to take him seriously.

But he still didn't consider Chu Mo too highly.

A lucky mongrel who had stumbled upon a trace of Purple Gold Bloodline possessing certain qi movement and strength was inevitable. But he could never compare to someone of pure bloodline like him!

Today, Chu Mo finally met a truly formidable opponent!

Today, the young man had his realm sealed to match the early stages of the Spirit Refining period exactly like Chu Mo, and the weapon in his hand was a divine artifact not at all inferior to Heaven Slaying at the moment.

The battle skills, extremely adept, the techniques grasped, quite clever!

This was a true formidable enemy who could match Chu Mo in every aspect!

Knowing all this, Chu Mo felt no fear or retreat, but instead became even more exhilarated!

This is a true opponent!

This is a true enemy!

The path of the Great Dao is unpredictable, but one thing is certain, if there is a good whetstone, it can definitely make one sharper!

This man is my whetstone!

Little did he know, the same thought was occurring in the mind of the opponent!

Don't think that the young man calling Chu Mo a mongrel was just to infuriate Chu Mo! It was indeed his belief.

In his eyes, Chu Mo shouldn't even exist in this world! What right did a mere creature from a lower realm have to lay hands on the princess of the noble Purple Gold Bloodline?

So, even though this man was his own cousin, in his eyes... he was nothing but a mongrel!

As for the identity of a cousin, he would never acknowledge it!

But deep inside, this young man was also somewhat surprised by Chu Mo's formidable combat strength.

Although he didn't think much of the ancestral realm body, considering it merely something concocted by weaklings from the lower realms, he had to admit one thing now: the ancestral realm body was indeed stronger than he had imagined!

But what of it? You are merely a whetstone on the path of my Great Dao!

I will use your blood to sharpen my Dao even more clearly!

"Die!" the young man bellowed, his Thunderbolt Spear mixed with the vast Thunder Sea, fiercely suppressing Chu Mo.

If one hadn't seen it with their own eyes, they would never believe that such an attack could be launched by a Spirit Refining cultivator.

Chu Mo could ignore the Heavenly Tribulation, but he dared not ignore this Thunder Sea!

For within this Thunder Sea, there were divine laws far surpassing the power of Heavenly Tribulation!

Those laws were incompatible with Chu Mo's own, as if they wanted to utterly crush and convert him into Dao!

Chu Mo felt his body was about to shatter; blood seeped from all over, his face twisted into a ferocious snarl as he let out an extremely angry roar.

"Is that all you've got? So... weak!" the young man said coldly, his spear already thrusting forward!

The vast Thunder Sea was about to completely engulf Chu Mo!

The old monk below spun his prayer beads faster, showing his inner unease, yet he still didn't open his eyes. He was waiting! Waiting for this young man to burst out after being driven into a corner!

If there was no explosion... then there was no need for Buddhism to bet everything on him. It seemed cruel, but it was very realistic.

A person without value would never be esteemed.

On the edge of collapse, Chu Mo's eyes suddenly turned pitch black. A deathly aura exploded from his body.

The Heaven Slaying in his hand emitted a dissatisfied whine.

Like an angry dragon.

Whoom!

A genuine aura of death instantly swept across Heaven and Earth.

Out of desperation, Chu Mo directly comprehended the sixth slash of the Netherworld Eight Slashes—Purgatory!

Once Purgatory was deployed, it formed into a real Purgatory!

This part of Heaven and Earth, right above the sacred ground of Buddhism, suddenly became a wind-blown realm with wailing evil spirits, transforming into a human purgatory!

"What divine ability is this?" The young man's face was filled with shock.

Clang!

Heaven Slaying and Thunderbolt clashed fiercely once again.

The Thunder Sea dispersed, and Purgatory vanished.

The sky instantly cleared.

Looking at Chu Mo again, his entire body was thoroughly stained with fresh blood, all of which had been forcibly squeezed out by massive pressure.

The young man also had a trace of blood at the corner of his mouth.

He, too, was injured!

"You actually... possess such battle power?" the young man extended a finger, lightly touching his lips, then looking at the purple-gold blood on his finger, a mad murderous intent flashed through his deep eyes.

"Pah!" Chu Mo's entire body felt like all his bones were about to shatter, almost as if his body was no longer his own. He coldly stared at the young man, his eyes showing no trace of fear.

"To kill you at the same realm is a bit difficult." The young man's eyes showed a hint of hesitation; he couldn't help but look down at the Buddhist realm below, as if from two different worlds, and then faintly said, "Since you've chosen self-exile, stop meddling further!"

In the midst of speaking, the qi movement within the young man's body began to climb. He was actually breaking the seal he had placed on himself earlier. He intended to go back on his word and slay Chu Mo!

Chu Mo coldly watched the young man, "At the same realm, not only can you not kill me, but the one who will die will definitely be you!"

The young man's lip twitched, and he surprisingly admitted calmly, "Yes, at the lowly Spirit Refining realm, the ancestral realm body is still somewhat useful. But reaching the true Supreme Realm, refining one's own body has no significance whatsoever! Of course, you don't need to understand this, because you are about to die."

In the midst of speaking, the qi movement around the young man had climbed to an incredible extent!

If realms could be divided according to the size of objects, Chu Mo was a stone at this moment, and the young man was a mountain!

A great mountain!

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