"Boy, in this world, there are countless strong ones hidden everywhere, too many you haven't seen!"
"But for you to be so young and yet so recklessly arrogant, you truly deserve to die!"
With that said, the Holy Land Taoist's aura skyrocketed, bursting forth into the sky, and soon, a deadly abyss that enveloped everything emerged from the void.
Lin Mo glanced at the Holy Land Taoist, his voice cold, "An Intermediate Martial Saint?"
"Ha ha ha... Boy, since you know I am an Intermediate Martial Saint, then you should know, killing you is as easy as drinking water!"
The Holy Land Taoist sneered continuously, his voice carrying some pride, and Murong Lingxuan's Green Blade Sword fell into his hands. The Holy Land Taoist's voice turned chilling, "Boy, you just said the strength of the sword depends on the person using it. Now let me show you, what it means when Sword Intent is stronger than cultivation!"