Lin Xiaoman isn't stupid.

Seeing Wu Binghai arriving, she naturally understood this was Mo Lin's doing.

Just moments before, Lin Xiaoman had an overwhelming advantage, but with Wu Binghai's appearance, the situation changed.

At the very least, Lin Xiaoman no longer had as much of an advantage.

Mo Lin slowly stepped forward and said to Lin Xiaoman, "Shall we begin?"

With no interruptions from those around them, Mo Lin could now battle Lin Xiaoman.

Lin Xiaoman raised her hand, and streams of Wish Power surged forth.

Upon closer inspection, it wasn't Seven-Colored Wishing Power, but Eight-color Wishing Power.

This was Lin Xiaoman's source of pride.

Very few could harness Eight-color Wishing Power like her.

Wu Binghai and others stood around, showing no inclination of action.

Wu Binghai was providing space for Mo Lin and Lin Xiaoman to duel alone.

If anyone dared to intervene, he would immediately stop them.

Lin Xiaoman raised her right hand, forming an Eight-color Wishing Power Long Sword in her grasp.

She made a sweeping motion, and the Eight-color Wishing Power Long Sword slashed directly at Mo Lin.

Lin Xiaoman revealed a smug smile.

Even if this sword couldn't kill Mo Lin, it could at least take half his life.

Qu Wuyi cast a curious glance at Mo Lin, intrigued by how Mo Lin would block Lin Xiaoman's strike.

Had it been him, he would also find it hard to resist this move.

After all, Eight-color Wishing Power was no joke.

Qu Wuyi was keenly aware that if he were Mo Lin, under this attack, he would certainly be severely injured.

One should know he was a Seven-Colored Red Dust Immortal, while Mo Lin was only a Five-Colored Red Dust Immortal.

There's no way he could block this strike.

At this moment, Qu Wuyi wasn't the only one with this thought.

Everyone present shared the same idea.

All believed Mo Lin couldn't withstand Lin Xiaoman's strike.

After all, Lin Xiaoman was an Eight-color Red Dust Immortal.

Her strength was evident.

Mo Lin was merely a Five-Colored Red Dust Immortal; how could he contest with Lin Xiaoman?

In Qu Wuyi's view, confronting Lin Xiaoman was akin to seeking death for Mo Lin.

Even with Wu Binghai on his side, Mo Lin couldn't win against Lin Xiaoman.

Just as the Eight-color Wishing Power Long Sword was about to slash Mo Lin, an unexpected incident occurred.

A massive silhouette appeared directly in mid-air.

Then it shattered the Eight-color Wishing Power Long Sword.

The massive form filled the sky.

Everyone's gaze now focused on Mo Lin.

Immortal Body of the Celestial King of All-Seeing!

Someone exclaimed.

Upon seeing the figure behind Mo Lin, everyone involuntarily showed apprehension.

Some with weaker strength even had the urge to kneel.

King Guangmu held a steel mace, clad in armor, exuding a purple glow, standing tall in the air.

His icy gaze locked onto Lin Xiaoman.

"Is this his method?"

Qu Wuyi smirked coldly upon seeing Mo Lin summon the Immortal Body of the Celestial King of All-Seeing.

"I finally underestimated him."

Frankly, if it were him, he couldn't possibly withstand the Immortal Body of the Celestial King of All-Seeing.

Mo Lin essentially summoned a deity.

One of the Four Heavenly Kings, King Guangmu.

Guo Ming also showed a hint of dread.

He felt grateful he chose to side with Wu Binghai and didn't oppose Mo Lin.

Mo Lin's Immortal Body of the Celestial King of All-Seeing, the technique was astonishing.

While others summoned ghosts, Mo Lin summoned a god.

Clearly, Mo Lin's methods were impressive.

So what if one was a Seven-Colored Red Dust Immortal?

There's no way they could defeat Mo Lin's Immortal Body of the Celestial King of All-Seeing.

Lin Xiaoman's reaction was the same as everyone else's, showing a hint of shock.

King Guangmu swung the steel mace toward Lin Xiaoman, attempting to crush her.

With her thumb and forefinger, Lin Xiaoman performed a move, "Wish Power Magnet."

Eight-color Wishing Power fiercely charged toward the Celestial King Immortal Body.

The Immortal Body of the Celestial King of All-Seeing swung the steel mace downward forcefully toward the front.

Directly breaking this move, Wish Power Magnet.

Wish Power Magnet was a formidable move.

Had it been Qu Wuyi and others, they couldn't withstand this move.

But against the Immortal Body of the Celestial King of All-Seeing, it seemed lacking.

"Bang!"

The steel mace in the Immortal Body of the Celestial King of All-Seeing's hand smashed down onto Lin Xiaoman.

Lin Xiaoman immediately spat blood, and the spot where she stood was pounded into a deep pit.

The people behind Lin Xiaoman were now silent.

They weren't unwilling to help Lin Xiaoman; they were just too afraid.

After all, Mo Lin wasn't alone. Behind Mo Lin stood the Celestial Sect's founder, Wu Binghai.

Who dared to make a move?

Lin Xiaoman wiped away the blood at the corner of her mouth, took out a palm-sized wood carving from her pocket.

Then she cut her palm, letting the blood drip onto the carving.

The wood carving seemed to come to life.

A jet-black mist emerged.

The once-clear sky was suddenly shrouded in dark clouds.

A gigantic ghostly being slowly appeared.

This ghostly being wore a white robe.

A ball of green flame floated beside it.

"Yin God! Jingshan."

Mo Lin had his methods; how could Lin Xiaoman not have hers?

This Yin God was Lin Xiaoman's tactic.

While Mo Lin summoned a deity.

She, Lin Xiaoman, summoned a Yin God.

Though Mo Lin's Immortal Body of the Celestial King of All-Seeing was powerful, it couldn't unleash its full potential.

But Lin Xiaoman's Yin God was different.

The Yin God could exert its full strength.

The surrounding spectators, seeing Lin Xiaoman summon a Yin God, retreated.

Avoiding the ensuing chaos.

Wu Binghai watched the battlefield vigilantly, prepared to intervene if Mo Lin showed any signs of losing.

King Guangmu remained fearless, swinging the steel mace down at the Yin God, Jingshan.

The Yin God Jingshan, equally unfazed, reached out directly toward King Guangmu.

Two forces collided.

The Immortal Body of the Celestial King of All-Seeing shuddered, its steel mace halted.

Lin Xiaoman didn't expect Jingshan to slay the Immortal Body of the Celestial King of All-Seeing.

She only hoped Jingshan could hold it back for a moment.

Lin Xiaoman prepared to personally deal with Mo Lin.

Just as she was about to act, an unexpected event occurred.

A bright red flame, as red as blood, descended from the sky.

Enveloping Jingshan.

Then, a bright red figure passed through Jingshan's body.

Forcibly tearing the Yin God, Jingshan, apart.

Though it was just a clone of the Yin God Jingshan.

But to rip apart the Yin God's clone showed the opponent's terror.

A ghost clad in red appeared before everyone.

Totally different from Jingshan's entrance.

Jingshan, though a Yin God, was merely a clone with little oppressive presence.

But this red-clothed ghost was different.

Her alluring eyes seemed to pierce through everyone's soul.

Under her pressure, no one dared move rashly.

"Yin God, Chen Xi, pays respects to the esteemed one."

Chen Xi appeared in the air, greeting Mo Lin.

Everyone fell silent.

Incredulous gazes fixed on Mo Lin.

A Yin God?

Kept a Yin God?

What sort of household could maintain a Yin God?

Any perceptive person could see it wasn't as simple as keeping a Yin God.

The two clearly shared a master-servant bond.

Mo Lin was the master; the Yin God, the servant.

Who would believe this scene without witnessing it?

Lin Xiaoman had just summoned a clone of a Yin God earlier.

Mo Lin brought forth the genuine form of a Yin God.

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