Sharp Knife

In this lawless realm of martial arts, I unsheathe my sword and ascend, its blade cutting through the emptiness, devoid of guilt or remorse. In a world where no being adheres to the Dao, I execute judgment with the sharp edge of my blade. Beneath the icy scrutiny of the starlit sky, I brandish my sword with disdain.
The journey to the Great Dao is fraught with challenges, but with a single stroke of my sword, I carve a path, standing supreme and unparalleled!

Heaven Slaying Blade

Chu Mo curled his lips, "Okay then, no chicken, we can eat peacock instead." Saying this, he directly lifted an enormously large peacock wing.


The old Taoist priest stared at Chu Mo with wide-eyed astonishment.


"What's the matter? Does the Taoist not eat meat? That's a pity... I'll eat it myself..." Before Chu Mo could finish, the peacock wing in his hand was snatched away by the old Taoist priest.


"Who told you Taoists don't eat meat? Aren't you a Taoist?" the old Taoist priest retorted with a cold laugh, clutching the peacock wing tightly in his hand.


"Now you are the head of the Daoist Sect, the sect master, you are a Taoist!" the old Taoist priest exclaimed, his eyes bulging like copper bells as he gazed at Chu Mo.


"Alright, alright, how should we eat this wing?" Chu Mo said with a grin.


Chapter 123: The Shattering of the Idol