"If it weren't for Zhong Yangxi and the others sacrificing their lives to stop the Evil Spirit.

The Evil Spirit would have invaded Hongzhou long ago," Mo Lin scolded Gen Bin.

Before Gen Soldiers could speak, someone around joined in the conversation.

"Mo Lin, can you stop meddling here?"

Someone recognized Mo Lin and directly called out his name.

"Zhong Yangxi and the others volunteered to eliminate the Evil Spirit; it's normal for them to die.

The Evil Spirit killed Zhong Yangxi and his companions. If you have grievances, go find the Evil Spirit.

Don't come trouble the Gen Family."

"Exactly, are you crazy?"

"Brains got waterlogged."

The crowd started to help Gen Bin, pointing at Mo Lin.

Mo Lin seemed rather alone at this moment, facing the crowd's condemnation all by himself.

"If it wasn't for the Gen Family's lack of effort, not sending people to eliminate the Evil Spirit, how would Zhong Yangxi have died?"

"The Gen Family organized this operation to eliminate the Evil Spirit, yet they didn't put in any effort.

How is this different from murder?

The truly selfless ones died, while these despicable dogs benefit?"

Mo Lin casually listed many issues.

Not only should the Gen Family be accountable for Zhong Yangxi's death,

but they should also be liable for all who died in this operation against the Evil Spirit.

One could say the Gen Family caused these deaths.

Mo Lin looked at the people siding with Gen Bin and scolded them, "The Gen Family collected protection fees from many villages but didn't make an effort, causing the death of tens of thousands. Aren't you aware of this?

Aren't you aware of the Gen Family killing Daoist Cultivators?

You are indeed unworthy Cultivators."

Mo Lin stood upon the moral high ground, condemning the crowd.

"Oh, oh, oh..."

Gen Bin stepped forward, full of sarcasm.

"Here comes a great good person."

Gen Bin's tone was mocking, as if being good was the opposite.

"Are you here to voice injustice for those who died?

Or are you seeking justice for the ordinary people who paid but didn't get the Gen Family's protection?"

"Both," Mo Lin replied coldly.

"I warn you, a good person won't live long." Gen Bin's gaze showed a hint of murderous intent.

He truly harbored a killing intent.

Mo Lin was too meddlesome.

Such people only have one outcome: a miserable death.

"Sorry, I'm going to be a good person this time."

To be fair, Mo Lin has never proactively drawn trouble in his life,

nor has he been a pushover.

But this time, he decided to be one.

Much like his previous thoughts, he was going to be a good person.

No reasons.

As Mo Lin finished speaking, the Netherworld's Nether Fire surged out and enveloped the entire hotel.

Mo Lin stood alone against Gen Bin and more than fifty Daoist Cultivators.

"Daoist Cultivator, Mo Lin?"

Gen Bin recognized Mo Lin upon seeing the Netherworld's Nether Fire.

"Don't try scaring me with that broken Divine Fire; I wasn't raised to be frightened."

Gen Bin didn't take Mo Lin's Divine Fire seriously at all.

"I tell you truthfully, you can't kill me," Gen Bin boasted arrogantly.

His arrogance wasn't blind; he had reason for it.

Mo Lin frowned.

"I know you can resurrect, but they probably can't," Mo Lin responded coolly, pointing at the crowd.

"Mo Lin, we have no enmity with you; why do you want to kill us?"

"Why do you have the right to kill us?"

"Do you really think you're invincible?"

"Do you think you're invincible because you have a Divine Fire?"

The crowd rebuked Mo Lin.

There were countless reasons for Mo Lin wanting to kill them.

For instance, this crowd supported evil.

Although they were Daoist Cultivators, they actually contributed nothing to the human world.

They were parasites.

"I don't need a reason to kill you," Mo Lin was too lazy to waste words.

He unleashed the Netherworld's Nether Fire, attacking more than fifty people in front.

The Netherworld's Nether Fire condensed into a pitch-black ball, smashing down on the crowd.

"Boom!"

The sound of an explosion erupted.

The hotel immediately collapsed.

The crowd retreated and left the hotel.

Some attempted to flee, but found the surroundings sealed by the Netherworld's Nether Fire.

No one could escape.

With just one strike, Mo Lin killed over a dozen people.

Those still alive were people with means.

Gen Bin raised his right hand, a patch of purple flame surged from his palm.

This was Divine Fire, which Gen Wan had used before.

But this crowd only wielded a branch of Divine Fire, not the origin.

"Do you know what this fire is?"

Gen Bin boasted proudly to Mo Lin, "This is the Nirvana Fire.

Our Gen Family relies on the Nirvana Fire to hold our place in Hongzhou."

Nirvana Fire.

At this moment, Mo Lin finally understood why the Gen Family could resurrect.

It was all because of the Nirvana Fire.

All Divine Fires have their own characteristics and abilities.

The characteristic of Nirvana Fire is rebirth.

Under the guise of Divine Fire, it plants the soul's seed, allowing the dead to be reborn.

Rumor has it that the Nirvana Fire comes from a Phoenix, but specifics are unknown.

Gen Bin looked at Mo Lin's Netherworld's Nether Fire with disdain.

"You possess two great Divine Fires yet fail to fully utilize their characteristics, really a waste."

With these words, Gen Bin's gaze showed greed.

If he could obtain the Divine Fire and utilize it, perhaps he could fully unlock its characteristics.

Mo Lin remained silent.

His current mastery of the Divine Fire had reached a bottleneck; he didn't know why he couldn't cross the final step.

Mo Lin previously activated the Divine Fire Skill.

But he hadn't completely unlocked the Divine Fire's characteristics.

Each Divine Fire has its own unique traits.

Just like the Gen Family's Nirvana Fire, its trait is rebirth.

As for the characteristic of Mo Lin's Netherworld's Nether Fire, it's unclear.

Mo Lin hadn't unlocked its characteristics.

"Why not give me the Divine Fire, and I'll spare your life," Gen Bin said with a mocking smile.

Mo Lin didn't waste words, attacking directly, forming a huge fireball with the Netherworld's Nether Fire, smashing down on Gen Bin.

As Mo Lin started attacking, all the Cultivators in front of him launched an offensive.

Brilliance appeared.

Mo Lin was forced back by the crowd.

He had to summon the Nanming Li Fire to barely withstand the encirclement.

If this continued, Mo Lin might be defeated.

The crowd numbered too many.

And each was quite capable.

Any one of them could defeat ten Evil Spirits.

Gen Bin watched Mo Lin's retreat in embarrassment and mocked, "Weren't you going to kill us?

How come you're looking so pitiful?

If you don't have the strength, don't pretend.

Not just any trash can be a good person."

As Gen Bin's words fell.

Over forty people around him collapsed.

Their heads slipped from their necks.

All this happened in an instant.

When Gen Bin reacted, the crowd around him had all been decapitated.

Gen Bin hadn't even seen what happened.

It was certain, Mo Lin did it.

He was the only enemy here.

Gen Bin looked up at Mo Lin, gritting his teeth and scolded, "Immortal Cultivator?"

As Mo Lin unveiled his Immortal Technique.

Gen Bin's arrogant expression vanished, replaced by familiar dread.

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