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As the words fell, Xuanyuan Ba's gaze turned toward Lin Mo.
Not just him, everyone else's eyes at the scene also converged on Lin Mo.
However, to everyone's and Xuanyuan Ba's great surprise, Lin Mo stood there with his hands behind his back, his face showing no sign of fear, not even a ripple of emotion.
"Why are you not afraid at all?"
Xuanyuan Ba's eyes were filled with confusion. The Xuanyuan Sword was their Xuanyuan family's town clan divine artifact. Even someone as strong as Ye Nantian or the person at the peak of Huaxia's martial arts would probably show great emotion, yet Lin Mo's complexion remained as calm as ever.
"Nothing but scrap metal and rotten iron. Not to mention this broken sword doesn't count as a divine artifact, even if it were, in your hands, it couldn't exert one percent of its power."
Lin Mo spoke indifferently, his voice laden with disdain, his demeanor nonchalant.