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

A deafening blast erupted, sending waves of mighty force instantly exploding from a spot within the crowd. The terrifying power was about to hit others when some of the cultivators of lower realms started coughing up blood.


Chu Mo fiercely slapped down, forcibly suppressing that horrifying wave of force within his own palm.


A fearsome ball of energy formed in Chu Mo's hand and ferociously slapped toward the disheveled, almost crazed-looking middle-aged man, exploding right in his face!


The man's head was instantly obliterated, along with his primordial spirit; he was dead beyond any doubt.


A powerhouse of the Emperor Realm with two layers had thus been killed by the energy unleashed by his own dharma instrument—a death as frustrating as could be.


The cultivators who had narrowly escaped death cast complicated glances at Chu Mo.


Chapter 1217: Qin Xiaocang