Lin Mo's expression was detached as he sneered, "Nothing is impossible, it's just because you're too trash."
With that, Lin Mo moved like lightning, and in an instant, he was right in front of Song Zhefeng. Then, with one hand, he reached for the Hongming Sword.
"Damn it, you're courting death!"
Song Zhefeng's face turned icy cold as he let out a loud shout, swinging the Hongming Sword directly towards Lin Mo. In the blink of an eye, it created a slaughtering storm that seemed as though it could destroy everyone present.
Swish, swish, swish!
The slaughtering storm engulfed Lin Mo entirely, as if countless iron chains were binding him.
"Break!"
Lin Mo's indifferent voice emanated, and in that moment, it was as if a frigid storm had arisen, sweeping through heaven and earth.
The storm was like the Nine Nether, capable of freezing everything.