Exchanging an arm for his opponent's life!
This was originally a method of fighting against cultivators of the same or higher level, but now it was being used against a cultivator who had just stepped into the golden core realm.
If word of this got out, the entire Spiritual Realm would probably be shaken.
But right now, Daoist Hundred Transformations had no other choice!
In his heart, he also felt incomparably sullen. He roared, "I don't believe … that your body is indestructible!"
With a cry, Chu Mo spat out a mouthful of blood and was sent flying into the distance.
However, after flying for several hundred meters, Chu Mo's figure came to a stop once more.
The one-armed Daoist Hundred Transformations was truly frightened. He stared dumbfoundedly at the figure that was still standing in mid-air. "I used all my strength in that palm strike of mine … I hit your heart with all my might … Y-Y-You … Why aren't you dead yet?"
"You want me dead, old dog? You're not qualified!" Chu Mo spat out a mouthful of blood, his eyes filled with a frenzied battle intent. "Come, let me chop off another arm of yours!"
With that, Chu Mo swung Heaven Piercing and charged at Daoist Hundred Transformations again.
Daoist Hundred Transformations was on the verge of losing his mind. His eyes were completely bloodshot as he roared, "I don't believe that a Nascent Soul cultivator can't suppress a little golden core beast like you!"
"Cut the crap, old dog!" Chu Mo roared.
Eight Nether Blades slashed out.
The first slash — Soul Snatch!
Daoist Hundred Transformations was slightly stunned. Given his realm, he shouldn't have been affected so easily. However, his body had been severely injured since the heavenly tribulation, and it was impossible for him to recover in a short period of time.
Moreover, Chu Mo's battle prowess was simply too terrifying. It was as if the gap between realms … was completely useless against him!
Therefore, under the influence of Soul Snatch, Daoist Hundred Transformations' battle prowess was greatly reduced.
His reaction was also much slower.
The saber slashed across the Hundred Transformations Daoist's face, leaving a horrifying scar on his face.
"Ah!" Daoist Hundred Transformations let out a shrill cry.
He immediately retaliated by slapping Chu Mo's body again.
Chu Mo's body was sent flying again.
The power of the Nascent Soul Realm was indeed extremely powerful, not something that the Golden Core Realm could compare with.
But Chu Mo's Ancestor Realm physique was inconceivably powerful … making people speechless!
After being hit by a Nascent Soul cultivator, he only spat out a mouthful of blood and then rushed back like a lively tiger.
Was there any fucking justice in this world?
The Hundred Transformations Daoist finally felt some regret. Why did he have to kill him on the way? Not only was his disguise, which no one had ever been able to see through, seen through, but this kid was simply a monster. Was he even human? Could it be the child of some powerful Mythological Beast?
How could such a figure appear in the Spirit Realm?
Even in the Heavenly Realm … there was no such abnormal young man!
The Hundred Transformations Daoist was no stranger to the Heaven Realm. He had already learned a lot about it from the sect master. However, he had never heard of such a person.
Seeing the man lunging at him again with a saber in hand, the Hundred Transformations Daoist actually felt a trace of fear!
He had a feeling that if the fight continued, he would very likely fall here today!
That's right, he still had his Nascent Soul, whose speed of escape wasn't something this kid could catch up to. But the problem was that it would take hundreds or even thousands of years for a Nascent Soul to recover! Leaving aside the fact that the sinister sect master wouldn't give him the chance to recover, even if he did … only the heavens knew what other trump cards this little swine had up his sleeve.
With that in mind, the Hundred Transformations Daoist let out an indignant roar. His entire appearance instantly reverted to the appearance he had when he first met Chu Mo. The scar on his face was so deep that bones could be seen, making him look incomparably hideous. Then, he cast an incomparably cold glance at Chu Mo and charged down, wanting to retrieve his arm.
At the Nascent Soul realm, arms could be regrown, but the ring on that hand … must be retrieved!
That ring … contained all of the Hundred Transformations Daoist's belongings.
How could Chu Mo possibly give him the chance to do so? Coldly, he yelled, "Don't even think of running, old dog! Bring out your mighty Nascent Soul aura and fight me to the death! "
By now, the injuries on Chu Mo's body were quite severe, but the more he fought, the braver he became.
There was an endless stream of power in his dantian, and the blood in his body was burning. At this time, he had no other thoughts except for one: "Fight!"
After fusing with that part of the saber, the Heaven Stealer in Chu Mo's hand had greatly increased in power, completely incomparable to before. Every slash of the saber would form a terrifying killing field.
Coupled with the powerful moves of the Eight Blades of the Netherworld, it was like adding wings to a tiger!
Although Chu Mo could still only use the first four slashes, these first four slashes … were already enough!
Killing!
Soul Severing!
Nightmare!
Each slash was fiercer and fiercer than the last!
More wounds appeared on the Hundred Transformations Daoist's body.
At the same time, his dream of retrieving his severed arm was completely shattered!
Chu Mo didn't give him the chance at all. It was as if he had gone mad, as if he wanted to perish together with him.
The Hundred Transformations Daoist finally couldn't take it anymore. He let out a furious roar and crushed a talisman. With a swoosh, he disappeared on the spot.
This time … he really ran away.
He was no match for him at all!
This was the most miserable battle he had ever fought in his cultivation career, and it was also the battle he was closest to death in!
Once upon a time, he only needed to change his appearance to another person and launch a sneak attack. Even enemies who were much stronger than him would suffer under his sneak attack.
Some of them didn't even know who killed them until the day they died!
Because the Hundred Transformations Daoist had never shown his true appearance to anyone!
But today, he suffered a huge setback. Even now, he still didn't know how the other party saw through him.
Indeed, it was indeed suspicious for it to appear several times in a single day. Especially in a place like this in the wilderness.
But no matter how suspicious he was, the other party shouldn't have given him a chance to get close to him!
In the end, the other party didn't even give him a chance to get close to him.
The Hundred Transformations Daoist was already thousands of miles away. He roared at the sky, "I'll tear you into pieces! I will find out who you are and make you … kill everyone who is related to you! Ahhhhh! Kill them all! "
After venting his anger, the Hundred Transformations Daoist dragged his heavily injured body and sped toward the Blood Demon Church.
He had to inform the Church Master of this as soon as possible.
An incredible Golden Core Cultivator had appeared in the Spiritual Realm!
He was … just a Foundation Building Cultivator.
Damn it!
Where did this freak come from?
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