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

The blade in Chu Mo's hand, Heaven Slaying, grew increasingly crimson.


Moreover, with each royal clan branch cultivator he slew, a faint trace of purple-gold bloodline was absorbed into Chu Mo's body!


The royal bloodline in these people was thin, almost negligible, but their profound cultivation realms had refined even that trace of purple-gold blood to an impressive degree over the years.


At this moment, the advantage was entirely Chu Mo's.


This group consisted of more than a dozen individuals, the weakest being cultivators of the Saint Realm, and among them was one mid-Great Saint Realm cultivator.


Initially, they believed confronting Chu Mo would be a sure victory. They thought even without Patriarch Beidou's intervention, they could effortlessly suppress him. Little did they expect that the task would turn into suicide—a mission of death!


Chapter 1490: Accumulating Power