Chapter 141: Ice Dragon Blood Demon Armor—Smashing Six Moons' Rays with One Punch
In midair.
Facing the six chilling beams of moonlight, Shen Mo's expression remained particularly calm.
Is this move supposed to be strong?
With a slight activation of his power, a dark purple demonic armor instantly appeared on his right arm.
In a moment, his entire right arm was tightly covered, without a gap.
He clenched his fist sharply, and the blood pouch in his palm burst open.
Ice Dragon Blood immediately seeped out and was absorbed by the armor.
During his previous fight with Feng Lieshan, Shen Mo had realized that retrieving the Ice Dragon Blood from his storage ring and feeding it to the armor was too slow.
So, he made a small improvement.
It was simple, really—he crafted small blood pouches and attached them to his sleeve.
Each pouch contained two to three drops of Ice Dragon Blood.
These pouches didn't interfere with his movements and wouldn't burst open on their own.
But when he clenched his fist hard, the blood pouch would burst.
The blood would immediately seep out, allowing the armor to absorb it at the first moment.
This greatly shortened the time.
When experts fight, it's those fleeting moments that decide the outcome!
Boom!
In the blink of an eye, the dark purple demonic armor on his right arm underwent a massive transformation.
Suddenly, it exuded a bone-chilling aura, covered in sharp ice spikes.
The surface was now clad in tightly interlocked scales.
Compared to its earlier appearance of dark purple metal, the armor now looked entirely different.
This scene was witnessed by Lu Xinyue, Liu Menghu, Yang Tianxing, and the other cultivators.
For some reason, they all felt a faint sense of threat emanating from that strange arm guard.
Yet, they couldn't pinpoint why.
It was merely an instinctual feeling of danger.
"What is that thing? Some kind of spiritual weapon?" Liu Menghu scratched his head. "But why does it only cover the right arm and not the whole body?"
Yang Tianxing frowned. "Maybe it's a gauntlet-type spiritual weapon."
In the next moment, Shen Mo stepped back half a step, his right fist brimming with power.
An unstoppable, surging force pulsed within his right arm.
Just as the six beams of moonlight enveloped him, Shen Mo suddenly threw a punch.
Boom!
In midair, light exploded, and chaotic currents shot out.
A violent shockwave rippled in all directions.
Nearby buildings collapsed with a thunderous crash.
The once-grand City Lord's Mansion now stood as nothing but a pile of rubble.
Everyone looked back into the sky.
The six beams of moonlight had shattered like glass.
In an instant, they turned into countless particles of light and disappeared.
Yet the rogue cultivator, wearing a half-face mask with flame patterns, stood unscathed!
Everyone's eyes widened in disbelief at the sight before them.
For Liu Menghu and Yang Tianxing, both cultivators at the Core Formation stage, the shock was even greater.
Unlike ordinary cultivators, they had experienced Lu Xinyue's move firsthand and knew its terrifying power.
Which made it even more alarming.
The fact that this masked rogue cultivator had shattered the "Six Layers of Cold Moon" with a single punch was enough to make their hearts race.
Did this mean that they, too, were no match for him?
Lu Xinyue's expression at this moment was like she'd seen a ghost.
Her strongest technique was completely useless against him?
Her gaze suddenly shifted to the man's right arm.
That strange arm guard… it seemed to be more valuable than her own cherished treasure.
"Master Lu, still planning to keep me here?" Shen Mo rasped, his voice cold.
Lu Xinyue gritted her silver teeth and suddenly shouted to those behind her, "Surround him! That arm guard is the real treasure!"
Swish! Swish! Swish!
Several figures suddenly appeared, encircling Shen Mo from all directions.
They were the elders of the White River Sect.
One of them, cloaked entirely in black, had their face and body completely concealed.
Shen Mo raised an eyebrow.
He smiled faintly.
As expected, the leader of a sect wasn't so easily scared off.
His gaze casually swept over the elder in the black robe.
Everyone else had shown their faces, but this person, not only hid their face, but had their entire body wrapped up.
He had long sensed that the other party's identity was extraordinary.
After a quick glance at the life panel, Shen Mo immediately understood.
The person before him was none other than the ancestor of the White River Sect.
The only ancestor!
"Our White River Sect lost a significant treasure many years ago, an arm guard just like that. I suspect you were involved in the theft back then."
Lu Xinyue's gaze grew sharper as she spoke, "I request that you hand over the arm guard and come with us back to the White River Sect to await judgment!"
At these words, Shen Mo's expression turned playful.
As expected of a sect leader.
Even when trying to steal something, they had to pin a crime on you first.
Liu Menghu and Yang Tianxing exchanged knowing glances, their expressions tinged with amusement.
If you're going to rob someone, just do it—no need for such a grand pretext.
Among the observing rogue cultivators, a few sharp-witted individuals immediately saw through Lu Xinyue's ploy and sneered.
However, many others believed her words.
After all, the White River Sect had indeed lost a significant treasure in the past, though it was a full suit of armor, not just an arm guard.
"Stealing is stealing. There's no need to frame me for it."
Shen Mo chuckled lightly. "But does Master Lu really think these people alone can trap me?"
Lu Xinyue sneered coldly. "You are indeed strong, only slightly weaker than me. But do you think I came here today to seize the Thousand Mile Fragrance without a backup plan?"
"Everyone, attack!"
As her voice fell, Lu Xinyue and three other Core Formation stage cultivators lunged at Shen Mo.
At that moment, the black-robed figure suddenly threw off his cloak, revealing his true identity.
The moment he revealed himself, Liu Menghu and Yang Tianxing were visibly shaken.
"Ancestor! It's the ancestor of the White River Sect who had been in closed-door seclusion!"
"Why is he here? They said he hadn't left... I see now, it was a ploy by the White River Sect to deceive everyone."
The two of them looked grim.
They had been played by Lu Xinyue!
Even without this rogue cultivator with the flame-patterned mask, the Thousand Mile Fragrance would inevitably have fallen into Lu Xinyue's hands.
After all, the ancestor's combat strength was terrifying!
Among the gathered rogue cultivators, some also recognized the ancestor and began to exclaim in shock.
"Who would have thought the White River Sect would bring out their ancestor for the Thousand Mile Fragrance? That flame-masked man is finished."
"He's strong, yes, being able to shatter the Six Moons' Rays with a single punch, but he's nowhere near strong enough to face the ancestor."
"It's a pity about that strange demon armor. Looks like it's going to end up in the hands of the White River Sect."
As the White River Sect's assault closed in from all sides, Shen Mo smiled faintly. Before their attacks could land, he immediately activated his Eight Directions Thunder Movement technique.
There was no need for him to clash head-on with the ancestor of the White River Sect.
Swish!
In the blink of an eye, Shen Mo dashed out of the range of their attacks, landing among the houses outside the City Lord's Mansion.
"His reflexes are so fast, as if he had known all along that the White River Sect would bring out their ancestor…" Yang Tianxing muttered in confusion. "Could he have sensed the threat?"
"His movement technique is also top-tier, at least a supreme-level Profound-grade technique," Liu Menghu remarked, surprised.
Rogue cultivators have limited resources and finances.
They typically focus on cultivating their core techniques to elevate their realm.
Next, they usually prioritize offensive martial arts.
Core techniques and offensive martial arts are often the highest-grade skills rogue cultivators possess.
Movement techniques come next, followed by defensive skills.
After all, in a world where killing for treasure is common, survival depends more on the strength of your offense, not how fast you can move or how well you can defend.
For a rogue cultivator to possess a supreme-level Profound-grade movement technique was indeed surprising.
"Chase him! We'll restrict his movements, and the ancestor will handle the kill," Lu Xinyue commanded sharply.
"Yes!"
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