"Are you planning to walk the path of an Evil Cultivator?

Do you want to become an Evil Cultivator?" Gen Wan gritted his teeth and questioned Mo Lin.

In Gen Wan's eyes, Mo Lin's shielding of Qin Yuyu was no different from siding with an Evil Cultivator.

"Your Gen Family bullied Cui Xinyun, and I want to stand up for her." Mo Lin said calmly to Gen Wan.

Indeed, this was Mo Lin's main objective.

Rather than standing up for her, it might be more accurate to say that Mo Lin wanted to use today's incident to give the Gen Family a warning, to let them know there's someone they shouldn't provoke.

"Mo Lin, you're just a Disaster Blocker, not a Destined Person.

Don't take yourself too seriously." Gen Wan threw around the terms Disaster Blocker and Destined Person carelessly.

Clearly, he held Mo Lin in no regard.

In his eyes, a Disaster Blocker was not human, but something lowly.

Due to Cui Xinyun's severe injury, Mo Lin was already feeling uncomfortable. After hearing Gen Wan's words, Mo Lin was even more upset.

If he didn't punish Gen Wan today, the Gen Family might really think Mo Lin was easy to bully.

"You've all heard it, Mo Lin wants to shelter an Evil Cultivator, Qin Yuyu."

Gen Wan pointed at Mo Lin and said to the people nearby, "Everyone, join me in killing Mo Lin.

If we don't kill Mo Lin today, once he becomes an Evil Cultivator, he will be a disaster for the entire human realm."

Gen Wan tried to incite the crowd to join him in dealing with Mo Lin.

Feng Mingyu revealed his silver-white teeth.

"Who among you wants to deal with Mo?" Feng Mingyu asked the crowd with a smile.

"Feng, I follow your lead." A young Daoist Cultivator stepped forward and said to Feng Mingyu.

Feng Mingyu raised his right hand, and a Talisman floated above his palm, with electricity surging from it, floating in his hand.

"And the rest of you?" Feng Mingyu asked the dozens of people around.

"Feng, we follow your lead." A middle-aged man stepped forward to express his stance first.

The crowd then stood behind Feng Mingyu, though they didn't say anything, their actions said it all.

They listened to Feng Mingyu.

As for who Mo Lin was, it didn't really concern them.

This group believed in the Destined Person and knew there would be one.

But did those things have anything to do with them?

What benefits would they get from helping Gen Wan against Mo Lin?

Especially since they were already following Feng Mingyu.

From any perspective, they had no reason to help Gen Wan.

Feng Mingyu gave Gen Wan a cold smile, "Sorry, these people follow me."

At that moment, Feng Mingyu knew she had finally become part of Mo Lin's story.

"What are you people trying to do? Helping Evil Cultivators? Causing chaos in the human realm?" Gen Wan directly accused Mo Lin and the others.

Indeed, Evil Cultivators were considered everyone's enemy.

But... this situation was clearly more than just a problem with Evil Cultivators.

The crowd looked at Gen Wan indifferently, their silence indicating they wouldn't help him.

Nor would they turn against Mo Lin.

"A bunch of useless people."

Gen Wan snorted coldly and berated Mo Lin, "You're just a Disaster Blocker, don't get too arrogant,

don't think possessing the Netherworld's Nether Fire lets you run wild."

As his voice fell, Gen Wan raised his right hand, and a cluster of purple flames burst out, dancing in the center of his palm.

Then, the flames suddenly ignited, as if doused in gasoline, boiling quickly, and the purple flames shot up over a meter high.

"Don't think you're the only one with Divine Fire."

Gen Wan's attitude was clear, indicating that he too possessed Divine Fire.

Upon seeing the purple flames, Feng Mingyu's brow furrowed with a wary expression.

Mo Lin stared intently at the purple flames.

No wonder Gen Wan dared to be so arrogant; this was his trump card.

"I don't want to fight with you now."

Gen Wan said slowly in Mo Lin's direction, "Don't stir up trouble for yourself."

Mo Lin was tired of listening to Gen Wan's nonsense.

He acted immediately.

The Netherworld's Nether Fire surged out, black flames appearing behind Mo Lin, enveloping towards Gen Wan like a black waterfall.

Gen Wan was not intimidated; he raised his right hand, the purple flames surged out, directly blocking Mo Lin's Netherworld's Nether Fire.

Both were Divine Fires.

In a pure contest of Divine Fire abilities, it was difficult to determine an advantage.

Mo Lin used the Pure Origin and Profound Dao Technique to condense the True Monarch of Pure Origin and Profound Dao Dharma Body.

The over two-meter-tall True Monarch of Pure Origin and Profound Dao Dharma Body appeared behind Mo Lin.

The Pure Origin and Profound Dao Dharma Body emitted golden light, clad in armor, holding the Three-Pointed Blade, and slashed towards Gen Wan.

Gen Wan did not face Mo Lin's attack head-on, choosing to evade instead.

With the appearance of the True Monarch of Pure Origin and Profound Dao Dharma Body, the sense of pressure instantly heightened.

The True Monarch of Pure Origin and Profound Dao Dharma Body completely overwhelmed Gen Wan.

Although Gen Wan possessed purple flames, the purple flames resisted Mo Lin's Netherworld's Nether Fire, putting him at a disadvantage.

Gen Wan opted to stall for time, waiting for the True Monarch of Pure Origin and Profound Dao Dharma Body to disappear.

Such a high-level Daoist Technique consumed Dao Power.

The longer it lasted, the more Dao Power it consumed.

Everyone knew this rationale.

Using it casually would consume Dao Power accumulated over years.

He didn't believe that Mo Lin had that much Dao Power.

Time passed second by second.

Gen Wan's forehead was covered in sweat.

In contrast, Mo Lin showed a relaxed expression, with no sign of tension.

Moreover, the True Monarch of Pure Origin and Profound Dao Dharma Body persisted.

Bear in mind, it had been over ten minutes.

How many years' worth of Dao Power did it take?

Ten years?

Twenty years?

Thirty years?

Where did Mo Lin get so many years' worth of Dao Power?

Feng Mingyu looked at Mo Lin in amazement, "This is Mo Lin's strength?"

Only by standing alongside Mo Lin could she truly understand Mo Lin's strength.

This was not surface-level strength.

Mo Lin's strength came from within.

It's the kind of strength gained from life-and-death battles, with profound foundations.

"Is this the fearsome Mo Lin?" Gen Wan couldn't help but exclaim.

Though an enemy, he was also impressed by Mo Lin's strength at that moment.

No wonder he was the one who slew the Evil Buddha. Though not a Destined Person, his strength was indeed formidable.

Even a ninth-level Daoist Cultivator might not match him.

How many years of Dao Power did Mo Lin possess?

How could he dare to use it so lavishly?

Dao Power was mostly everyone's last resort for survival.

In normal circumstances, people wouldn't use it unless facing a life-or-death situation.

It was primarily a luxury.

Who in their right mind would squander Dao Power like this?

Feng Mingyu sighed, "Well, that's Mo Lin for you."

Only Mo Lin could indulge in such extravagance.

These occurrences belong solely to Mo Lin.

The group behind Feng Mingyu had been too shocked to speak.

On the surface, they seemed calm, but inside, they were turbulent.

Some were even relieved they didn't help Gen Wan against Mo Lin.

Otherwise, they might not have even known how they died.

Gen Wan was particularly disheveled; he originally planned to counterattack once Mo Lin exhausted his Dao Power.

But much to his dismay, Mo Lin's Dao Power seemed endless, impossible to deplete.

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