Bam—
In the next instant, lightning surged and struck Li Mo on the back.
Destructive lightning spread across his body, with every inch of flesh experiencing d*ath and rebirth. The realm before him lost its color, becoming pure chaos, and at this moment, Li Mo couldn’t even feel pain anymore.
However, he still sensed his body continuously tearing apart and then healing.
It seemed there was some sort of balance within him; once that balance was disrupted, his flesh would crumble.
With his formidable physique that rivaled legendary artifacts, he barely maintained this balance; otherwise, he would have had to rely solely on indestructible diamonds.
He opened his eyes.
Before him, amid the chaos, a pair of silvery eyes opened wide.
The heavenly tribulation was borne by both of them.
Ying Bing seized the opportunity.
The void trembled, the divine realm was without form, the divine sword was devoid of self, and the one wielding the divine sword to navigate the divine realm had a glimmer of softness in their eyes that never wavered.
At this moment, all barriers of flesh contracted.
An old man’s figure revealed itself amidst the chaos; his body was covered in bl**d and flesh lumps, his eyes were cold and bl**d-red, and suddenly, his chest began to writhe.
A dark green-black arm suddenly tore through his chest, covered in twisted veins that were dry yet exuded an eerie strength, and a mouth full of sharp teeth was situated in the palm.
“Not…. very…. decent…. at all…”
Once he uttered these words, the old man lost all self-awareness, becoming more like a skin bag carrying that arm.
In a flash, Li Mo caught a glimpse of the arm’s appearance.
Was that from the South Border?
No, it didn’t seem so; that was just a regular hand. This one… was a left hand?
Boom!
The tip of the sword, carrying the tribulation, collided with the fist, and the cavern shook as if it were about to collapse at any moment.
Ying Bing’s figure seemed to retreat like a fading comet, the terrifying impact of her might diffused by her flowing celestial light and colorful garment.
She furrowed her brows, gazing at that arm, and paused to take a moment before attacking.
“The owner of this arm must have had a physique beyond imagination in life.”
Li Mo watched in astonishment.
With that sword strike from Ice Chunk, not even he could casually endure it, yet that green-black fist remained completely unscathed, not even a trace of a bruise.
On the arm, there seemed to be other scars, each resonating with terrifying remnants of divine intent, the origins of which were unknown.
Puh—
The green-black arm suddenly detached from the old man’s body.
Li Mo tensed up, quickly realizing that the arm was not attacking them, but instead flew in front of Yin Yang Hall’s Gu Wuhen, breaking through his chest and burrowing inside.
The scene was a bit too mature for younger audiences.
“What is this? Is he digging into his own guy’s chest?”
Li Mo was slightly stunned, then suddenly realized.
It seemed the other party was trying to retreat.
But wait—
Where did the heavenly tribulation above go?
In the skies, a figure stood there, unexpectedly appearing.
At first glance, the aura seemed completely absent, but it was soon realized that his aura had already merged with the realm around him. He appeared elderly, surrounded by raging thunder, yet he withheld the manifestation of his existence.
His aged eyes were sharp and imposing, hands clasped behind his back, gazing down at the cavern as if a thunder god towering above an ant hill.
“Isn’t that the one from the Yunmeng Palace…?”
Li Mo knew suddenly why the other was trying to escape.
But…
Good news: The other party was a powerhouse from Da Yu.
Bad news: This boss was either a friend, foe, or somewhere in between.
“Little girl, that sword of heavenly punishment you summoned earlier reminds me of an old acquaintance, but…”
Lord Qian looked at the sword in her hand, a reminiscent expression in his eyes, but he shook his head:
“She doesn’t compare to you.”
The words and the thunder rang out simultaneously.
At this moment, Gu Wuhen, who had the arm burrow into his body, had turned and was madly fleeing back in the direction he had come from. Many Huanmo Sect members saw Lord Qian’s presence and scattered in all directions.
This was a glorious seventh realm, ruled by a strong and imposing sage who commanded heavenly tribulations.
No one had the courage to bear witness; fleeing was merely instinct for survival.
Li Mo quickly pulled Ying Bing and fled the cavern.
A flash of lightning appeared, rushing towards them.
It was a snake spear, tearing through chaos, annihilating everything in its wake, as if the first light at the creation of the universe had appeared.
But this spear was more than that.
It was Li Mo’s understanding of martial prowess, and even that only scratched the surface; everything else surpassed his imagination. If he had to describe it, the fourth level of heavenly tribulation barely compared to even one percent of this.
Fortunately, the spear wasn’t aimed at them; it simply whizzed by.
The cavern instantly became a desperate prison filled with raging thunder.
Who knew if anyone from the Xueliantang would survive, or if that arm would be obliterated by the tribulation.
“Master of the realm…”
Li Mo was brushed by the lightning for a long time, and only then did his soul seem to return to his body.
“Wonderful!”
Murong Xiao, stationed at the edge of the ruins, suddenly brightened and rushed over.
“Brother Murong!” Xiao Qian tried to stop him, but it was too late.
Crackle!
The remnants of the heavenly tribulation grilled Murong Xiao to a crisp, and he puffed out green smoke:
“Anyway, Brother Li, it’s good that you’re okay.”
“Thank goodness, I’m just glad Ying Shimei attracted that powerful master.”
Xiao Qian sat on the ground, completely exhausted and unable to stand.
He didn’t yet know that Li Mo could slip into a small world at any moment, feeling quite lucky to have survived.
“Master, I’m fine, these few are the witnesses to our destruction here,”
Zhao Jing said, leading a middle-aged man over.
The middle-aged man was dressed in a black and gold cloak, wearing a black cap, his brow deeply etched with a river pattern, and possessed a pair of spirited, round eyes.
Not only him but also several strong subordinates followed behind.
This must be the divine catcher.
Emmm…
Always showing up late after the disaster, even the realm office of the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths adhered to tradition… Li Mo thought in silence.
“Lord Qian actually came…”
The middle-aged man looked at the young ones before him: “Thanks to your help, otherwise my disciple would be in serious trouble. Could you please explain what happened here in detail?”
With Lord Qian’s intervention, he no longer needed to pursue the culprit.
Li Mo recounted everything from Lu Zhuang’s d*ath to meeting Zhao Jing, just omitting some unimportant details.
Such as the secret room, four muscular men, and the female inspector tied up…
He only said that everyone had righteous intentions and acted bravely.
“Then why was the Cold Fairy here?”
The divine catcher looked at Ying Bing and asked.
“She was running around, so I came to take her back,”
The Cold Fairy replied, expressionless, her clear voice sounding both cold and cool.
Everyone had no doubt about this statement.
Could the Cold Fairy lie to you?
What reason did the Cold Fairy have to fabricate a story?
Except for Little Li being a bit too… scholarly.
“Huh?”
But then again, the connection didn’t go through… Li Mo pondered.
How did that Ice Chunk know he was here?
And… just now, it seemed like Ice Chunk stole a glance at him…
Clearly, she just took a furtive look, right!
Li Mo suddenly remembered what Ice Chunk had said earlier…
Wasn’t she lost when she came here?
