Chapter 857 - 852: Even the Emperor Bows His Head (Part 2)

Chapter 857: Chapter 852: Even the Emperor Bows His Head (Part 2)

Mo Lin harnessed two strands of True Monarch of Pure Origin and Profound Dao’s divinity.

A vertical eye appeared on Mo Lin’s forehead, shooting a golden light towards the Emperor of Da Li.

At this moment, the fate golden dragon floating mid-air finally made a move.

The fate golden dragon raised its sharp claws, slowly descending in Mo Lin’s direction.

"Boom..." The power of Mo Lin’s two strands of divinity was immediately destroyed.

Immediately thereafter, Mo Lin’s Lifebound Ghost Technique was also obliterated.

With just one move, the fate golden dragon broke Mo Lin’s offensive.

It’s not that Mo Lin is not strong.

In fact, it could be said that Mo Lin is too strong.

He forced the Emperor of Da Li to use the fate golden dragon to suppress him.

"Stop now, there’s still room to remedy this," the Emperor of Da Li said coldly to Mo Lin.

"Get lost..."

Mo Lin spat out a single word coldly.

Seeing Mo Lin’s stubbornness, the Emperor of Da Li acted again.

The fate golden dragon’s claws slowly descended in Mo Lin’s direction.

The terrifying pressure landed on Mo Lin like Mount Tai.

The blue bricks and stone slabs under Mo Lin’s feet instantly shattered.

Fragments scattered all around.

A deep pit formed within a meter of Mo Lin all around him.

The fate golden dragon did nothing special, it merely waved its claws.

Yet the pressure was suffocating Mo Lin.

Suddenly... everything changed.

A heat wave pervaded the mid-air.

The leaves of surrounding flowers, grasses, and trees instantly dried up.

The temperature soared.

A woman in a blue dress appeared beside Mo Lin.

This woman in the blue dress, barefooted, with an exceptional figure.

If one doesn’t look at her face, she’d absolutely be the epitome of a celestial being.

But her face was very ugly.

It seemed like this face didn’t match her exceptional figure.

Nuwa had emerged.

She rested for so long and finally awakened.

Nuwa stood beside Mo Lin, instantly dispelling the terrifying pressure.

In its place was an unprecedented ease.

Nuwa scanned the surroundings and then coldly gazed at the fate golden dragon in the air.

Nuwa’s figure leapt up, swinging her fist.

Nuwa’s fist swung towards the fate golden dragon in the air.

Their powers clashed.

Facing the fate golden dragon, Nuwa showed no signs of weakness.

With Nuwa’s appearance, the battle situation instantly reversed.

The calm face of the Emperor of Da Li showed a hint of apprehension.

"Celestial God... Nuwa!"

To withstand a blow from the fate golden dragon, she was certainly no ordinary person.

At this time, Mo Lin’s Five Viscera Concealing Ghost Skill activated automatically.

With Mo Lin’s strength growing increasingly formidable, summoning Nuwa wasn’t as pressured as before.

Nuwa raised her hand, and an ominous bright red power emerged in her palm.

This bright red power circulated in Nuwa’s palm like magma.

Then Nuwa hurled the bright red power toward the airborne golden dragon.

"Boom."

Like a missile explosion, the direction of the fate golden dragon detonated, and a mushroom cloud rose into the air.

The protective barrier shielding the Da Li dynasty visibly weakened.

Facing the fate golden dragon, Nuwa’s power was not inferior in the slightest.

"Enough."

The Emperor of Da Li slowly said to Mo Lin, "I won’t intervene in this matter anymore, do as you wish."

These words represented the Emperor of Da Li admitting defeat.

That’s right, facing Mo Lin, he conceded.

If he truly fought Mo Lin, it was hard to say who would win.

But the Emperor of Da Li didn’t want to battle Mo Lin.

It’s not worth it.

Even if he could defeat Mo Lin, the price he’d pay would be extremely devastating.

Hence, he chose to give up.

With the Emperor of Da Li’s words finished.

The scene fell into a deathly silence.

Everyone around instinctively looked towards Mo Lin.

Their eyes were full of respect.

Mo Lin made the Emperor of Da Li bow with his strength.

"In the future, don’t provoke him." When Xin Qing saw Mo Lin summoning Nuwa at that moment, she understood Mo Lin was not to be trifled with.

Xin Wu looked at Nuwa puzzled and said, "Is this similar to our clan’s power?

Isn’t it similar to when we use Xingtian’s power?"

"Nonsense."

Xin Qing rebuked Xin Wu: "This is a celestial god, a genuine celestial god."

"Celestial god?"

Xin Wu asked in confusion, "How can a human body bear the power of a celestial god?"

Even though their clan possesses Xingtian’s power, they can merely use it.

But unable to do as Mo Lin does, integrating a celestial god into oneself.

"Five Viscera Concealing Ghost Skill.

This person’s identity is not simple." Xin Qing, experienced and knowledgeable, immediately recognized that Mo Lin was using the Five Viscera Concealing Ghost Skill.

The technique that can stand alongside it is Xin Ziruo’s Five Viscera Concealing Immortal Technique.

"In short... this person is very powerful," Xingtian said slowly.

Xingwu originally planned to spar with Mo Lin.

After hearing Xingtian’s words, he gave up on the idea.

Even if he used the power of Xingtian, he couldn’t defeat Mo Lin.

Nvwa landed barefoot beside Mo Lin.

His hair flowed freely, and his sharp gaze swept around.

"Master, if you wish, I can kill everyone here."

Nvwa pointed to the golden dragon of fortune in the sky and said slowly, "Even this dragon, I can slaughter it as well."

Nvwa’s attitude towards Mo Lin underwent a subtle change.

Even the way he addressed him changed.

The Emperor of Da Li frowned slightly, unsure whether Nvwa was boasting or truly capable.

As Nvwa’s voice fell.

Everyone around instinctively drew a breath of cold air.

Afraid to utter a sound.

They came only to attend the heaven-offering ritual.

Not wanting to suffer undue calamity.

Nvwa raised his right hand.

Sunlight in the sky gathered together, and streaks of firelight emerged in mid-air.

With just a wave of Nvwa’s hand, these flames would crash down like meteors.

Everyone present held their breath, tensely watching Mo Lin.

At the same time, the Emperor of Da Li clenched his fist tightly.

A wary expression appeared.

He was prepared to retaliate at any moment.

Cui Xinyun stood at a distance, similarly ready to act at any time.

Of course... she wasn’t helping the Emperor of Da Li, she intended to help Mo Lin.

"No need," Mo Lin said slowly.

Nvwa then waved his hand, retracting his magic.

Just moments ago, he was ready to wield his magic.

But since Mo Lin said it was unnecessary, no action needed to be taken.

Jiang Kun’s expression shifted quickly.

From previously smug to nervous.

The Emperor of Da Li had already abandoned him.

Mo Lin raised his hand, the golden sword once again slashing towards Jiang Kun.

This time, the Emperor of Da Li did not intervene to stop it.

He didn’t want to have a falling out with Mo Lin yet.

The golden sword was less than one meter from Jiang Kun.

Jiang Kun drew his sword, performing the Jingming Evil-slaying Swordsmanship.

To block the incoming golden sword flying straight through the air.

Successfully blocking Mo Lin’s first move.

Then Mo Lin gestured, the golden sword arched through the air and returned to Mo Lin’s hand.

Mo Lin wielded the sword, swinging it at Jiang Kun.

A sword light descended like a waterfall upon Jiang Kun.

Jiang Kun again employed the Jingming Evil-slaying Swordsmanship.

This time, he couldn’t fend off Mo Lin’s attack.

"Pfft!"

Blood sprayed through the air.

Jiang Kun’s right arm holding the sword was severed.

That seemingly ordinary sword from Mo Lin carried a sword technique.

The essence of the Jingming Exorcism Sword was all within it.

Jiang Kun’s arm was cut off, blood dripping onto the ground.

With this sword, the gap between him and Mo Lin was clear.

The Jingming Evil-slaying Swordsmanship he used was seen as full of flaws in Mo Lin’s eyes.

Knowing he was no match for Mo Lin, Jiang Kun retreated.

Creating distance from Mo Lin.

Blood dripped from his shoulder, Jiang Kun’s face was now ashen.

As Jiang Kun was about to make his next move, Mo Lin waved his hand, and the golden sword flew to Jiang Kun’s front.

Blocking Jiang Kun’s retreat.

At this moment, Jiang Kun was in despair.

He finally understood why Jingming Daoism had prepared so much to deal with Mo Lin.

Mo Lin was too strong.

Mo Lin waved lightly; Jiang Kun’s head was severed.

His body fell to the ground.

Blood stained the bluestone slab.

The Emperor of Da Li witnessed this scene, said nothing, just signaled for someone to clean it up.

Everyone around showed more respect in their eyes when looking at Mo Lin.

Mo Lin was undoubtedly the only one who made the Emperor of Da Li bow his head.

"Continue the heaven-offering ceremony," the Emperor of Da Li indicated the ceremony should proceed.

Mo Lin did not participate in the heaven-offering ceremony, he left the Da Li dynasty.

Heading to the South District Jingming Daoism.

Mo Lin intended to destroy the sect.

If he didn’t annihilate Jingming Daoism, Mo Lin’s rage couldn’t be quelled.

Mo Lin’s heart was full of fury with no place to vent.

Jingming Daoism repeatedly stirred up trouble.

Mo Lin was determined to eradicate Jingming Daoism.

Cui Xinyun did not follow Mo Lin.

She was the State Preceptor of Da Li dynasty, needing to maintain the order of the heaven-offering ceremony.