Free Web NovelChapter 1812: Chapter 1648: Prepare to Die
"Is Lin Tanyu still hiding such a Secret Treasure on him?" Cheng Jiao exclaimed in shock.
Inside Hive Star, Lin Mo had used the Heavenly Thunder Bamboo Sword, Feng Ji, and Heng Yi had witnessed it, so they weren’t shocked. They also speculated that Lin Mo’s trump card was the Heavenly Thunder Bamboo Sword. Heng Yi remained silent; three years ago inside Hive Star, he had some conflicts with Lin Mo, and at that time, the other party used the Heavenly Thunder Bamboo Sword to sever one of his arms. Looking back now, if they were truly fighting, perhaps Lin Mo
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"Yun Xi, this Lin Tanyu is truly astonishing," Cheng Jiao mused, looking at his daughter. "Back then, I asked him to go to Hive Star to fetch the ’Ghost Flame Fruit’ for me, and I somewhat looked down on him. Fate plays tricks, fate plays tricks indeed."
Yun Xi nodded, her face blushing slightly. She was perceptive and understood the meaning of her father’s words, saying, "Yes, at that time I just found him different from others. Little did I expect Young Master Lin Tanyu to have such abilities, truly astonishing."
Such conversations were everywhere in the square, but in the sky above, the black eagle had already spread its wings and soared up, letting out a long screech!
Swish, swish, swish, swish, swish, swish! The feathers on the black eagle, sharp as treasure swords, suddenly poured down like a rain of light, densely veiling toward Lin Mo, with piercing whistle sounds causing everyone’s eardrums to buzz in pain.
The black rain of light from the feather swords pelting down was confronted by the five Heavenly Thunder Bamboo Swords speeding up around Lin Mo. The surrounding mist was enveloped in a green light, and the remaining air’s green sword light intertwined like a ball.
Clang, clang, clang, clang!
Clash, clash, clash, clash!
The black feather swords shooting fiercely were all blocked outside; wiped against and broken, touched and shattered. Even though the feathers of the black eagle were comparable to Magic Treasures, the Heavenly Thunder Bamboo Swords were Ultimate Weapons, their sharpness and power unmatched.
"Heh, Lin Tanyu, controlling an Ultimate Weapon should be quite a burden for you. Let’s see how long you can last," Yin Shang coldly watched Lin Mo.
Indeed!
Controlling the Heavenly Thunder Bamboo Sword had immense power, forming a sword net to protect himself, watertight and impenetrable. The black eagle’s attack was utterly ineffective, yet at the same time, the True Yuan within was being rapidly depleted.
Even with the Star Sky Law constantly absorbing Zhou Tian’s True Yuan to replenish, it was still insufficient. At this rate, it could only last three minutes before the True Yuan would be insufficient to control the Heavenly Thunder Bamboo Sword.
Continuing like this was akin to drinking poison to quench thirst.
"Yin Shang, you’ve reminded me." Lin Mo’s lips slowly curled upward, and this scene fell into Yin Shang’s eyes, immediately causing a sense of foreboding to rise in his heart.
As Lin Mo finished speaking, his hands began forming complex Dharma Seals, while a halo of purple light was emitted from his body. The Black Snake Totem and seven fire markings on his back became active, releasing a rich aura of Netherworld Power.
"What, a Seven Seals Netherworld Pattern Master?" Yin Shang’s pupils constricted sharply, his face turning slightly pale.
Seven black flames condensed around Lin Mo’s body, slowly rotating, the emitted Netherworld Power becoming even more rich and immense.
"Is, is he a Netherworld Pattern Master?"
"He’s actually a Netherworld Pattern Master..."
"Netherworld Pattern Masters are hard to cultivate, but I’ve heard that once they start cultivating, they are much stronger than cultivators of the same rank."
"Those are seven fire markings; he is a Seven Seals Netherworld Pattern Master."
"A Seven Seals Netherworld Pattern Master is equivalent to a Star Domain Level Expert."
Various gazes of shock, awe, complexity, and amazement focused on Lin Mo, followed by a tide of surprised and gasped sounds spreading like waves.
Indeed, this scene was too surprising.
Originally, everyone thought Lin Mo’s trump card was the Ultimate Weapon; they didn’t expect he himself was a Seven Seals Netherworld Pattern Master.
The four City Lords were also stunned; Lin Mo’s layers of revealed trump cards were enough to make them lose composure and even excite them.
"No, impossible!" Mr. Ying exclaimed excitedly, "Three years ago, I remember Young Master Lin Tanyu was only a Second Seal Netherworld Pattern Master. It’s only been three years, how, how..."
"Young Master Lin Tanyu must have encountered great fortune within Hive Star, truly enviable," Master Jiu Xiang sighed.
...
Yin Shang was frightened; a Seven Seals Netherworld Pattern Master was terrifying, equivalent to a Star Domain Level Beginner!
Moreover, Lin Mo had the Ultimate Weapon, the Heavenly Thunder Bamboo Sword in hand.
"Dragon-locking Coffin!" Accompanied by startled voices, Lin Mo suddenly emitted two beams of purple light from his eyes, shooting straight into the sky where two purple vortices converged, their rich Netherworld Power aura spreading. The purple whirlpools spun wildly, and then, crash, crash, thick purple Netherworld Power Chains emerged from the whirlpools, a dozen chains in total, with purple halos and densely engraved runes on their surfaces.
These chains extended for thousands of feet, swirling as fast as lightning toward the black eagle, directly confining it. The Netherworld Power purple chains entwined its wings, wrapped its sturdy, sharp claws, coiled its body, spiraled around its neck...
It was bound.
Sharp cry! The black eagle opened its sharp beak, letting out an angry screech, struggling fiercely, roaring and crying... attempting to break free from the purple Netherworld Power shackles binding it. Even though the dozen Netherworld Power chains flickered like waves, they still didn’t loosen, instead pulling the black eagle toward the two purple whirlpools in the sky.
At the center between the two purple whirlpools, a gigantic purple coffin appeared, immensely large, its surface glowing with purple rune light, exuding an ancient, distant aura.
Yin Shang’s eyes widened, his whole body trembling.
Others were stunned, mouths agape, unable to say a word.
"Seal it!" Lin Mo shouted explosively.
This was the Holy-grade Netherworld Technique, Dragon-locking Coffin, obtained by Lin Mo after contemplating thirteen statues and at the final statue. With Lin Mo’s Seven Seals Netherworld Pattern Master strength, though unable to fully unleash the Holy-grade Netherworld Technique’s power, its inherent might already surpassed the Purple Shadow Holy Fist. Moreover, Netherworld Pattern Masters are adept at suppression Arrays, and the crucial point is the Dragon-locking Coffin specifically targets
Laws. Amidst the terrified gazes of Yin Shang and tens of thousands on the square, the purple chains wrapping the black eagle squirmed, the black eagle struggling desperately to no avail, ultimately being pulled to the Dragon-locking Coffin, which opened and directly swallowed the black eagle
inside.
Crash, crash!
A dozen purple Netherworld Power Chains entwined the coffin’s exterior, sealing the black eagle tightly within.
"No, it’s impossible!" Yin Shang’s face turned pale, spewing a mouthful of blood, his eyes showing despair, with the Laws confined, he was equally impacted.
"Yin Shang, meet your end," Lin Mo’s gaze was cold as he looked at Yin Shang.
Wonderful updates continue tomorrow, tonight’s update is a bit late, sorry.
