205: Chapter 205 Divine Wind Bureau

Gu Yunting said urgently, "What should we do? Should we warn Lin Mo to dodge?"

"He might not be able to dodge it," Ji Wuchen gritted out.

In the arena, the Temple Adjudicator spoke slowly.

Every word seemed wrapped in cold murderous intent.

"Sacred Radiance Adjudication Technique, Fifth Form."

"Sacred Verdict."

Boom—!

Above in the high sky, a massive golden-white streak of light suddenly materialized.

It was as if an invisible giant sword was slowly extending its blade from the end of the clouds.

Before it had truly fallen, the entire area had already been pressed down slightly, and even the air seemed to solidify for an instant.

Han Xiao's eye twitched violently.

"Is this something a human can even slash out?"

Gu Yunting's face turned pale: "Whether it's human or not, it's definitely not something I can catch..."

Lin Mo looked up, watching the massive Sacred Verdict sword shadow that was forming, his eyes slowly darkening.

This strike was strong.

So strong that it could no longer be avoided simply by speed or technique.

Because it locked onto more than just his body.

It also locked onto his Qi.

No matter which way he retreated, the opponent could follow him down.

Since that was the case—

Then he wouldn't retreat.

Lin Mo took a deep breath. Driven by the dragon marrow fire seed and the guardian beast's core within him, the power in his limbs and bones surged frantically toward his spine, chest, and arms.

The dark golden patterns on his skin lit up one by one, eventually faintly outlining a very faint Dragon-shaped silhouette behind him.

It was not a physical entity.

It was just a phantom formed by the mixture of blood Qi and Dragon might.

But even just a phantom was enough to make everyone around tremble.

Ji Wuchen's breath hitched.

"Dragon Aura..."

"He really has fused the dragon marrow and the core to create an Aura."

The Adjudicator clearly saw the Dragon-shaped phantom as well, and a trace of fluctuation finally appeared in his eyes.

But the arrow was already on the string.

He could not stop.

"Die!"

The Adjudicator swung his sword down with both hands.

The massive Sacred Verdict sword shadow in the high sky crashed down at the same moment!

The entire world seemed to be illuminated by this strike.

And Lin Mo, within this destructive platinum light, suddenly took a step forward.

It was not a defensive stance.

It was an offensive one.

Instead of retreating, he advanced, meeting the falling Sacred Verdict sword shadow, his right fist slowly drawing back to his waist.

His entire body's blood Qi, the power of the dragon marrow, the power of the core, and that wisp of Dragon Aura that had just condensed, all poured into this punch at this moment.

Before the punch was even thrown, the surrounding ground began to crack inch by inch.

Lin Mo looked up, staring at the falling Sacred Verdict in front of him, his voice low as if squeezed from the gaps in his bones.

"You have the Sacred Verdict."

"I have—"

The next second, he threw a punch.

"Dragon Collapse!"

Boom!!!!!!!!!!

The moment this punch was thrown, the dark golden fist force actually transformed into a blurry yet ferocious Dragon head phantom, crashing violently into the Sacred Verdict giant sword descending from the sky.

The world roared.

The two forces of platinum and dark gold clashed frantically.

First, there was a moment of dead silence.

Immediately after, the entire altar and the surrounding bone ground exploded with a terrifying tremor. The shockwave swept out in all directions like a tsunami. The nearby Silver-armored Knights were sent flying on the spot, and even the White-robed Priests were knocked off balance.

Han Xiao and the others desperately lowered their bodies to avoid being thrown away by the aftershock.

Gu Yunting couldn't even open his eyes and could only roar at the top of his lungs:

"Who won?!"

No one answered.

Because the area at the center of the collision had been completely swallowed by chaotic light and dust storms.

But just the next second.

Crack.

A very clear cracking sound suddenly rang out from deep within that ball of platinum light.

Following that, a second one.

A third one.

It was as if something extremely strong was being shattered inch by inch.

The Adjudicator's expression finally changed completely.

"How could this—"

He hadn't finished speaking.

Boom!!!

The Sacred Verdict sword shadow in the high sky actually exploded from the middle!

After the dark golden Dragon head phantom shattered for the most part, its remaining momentum did not cease. It pushed against the remaining Sacred Radiance and rushed down, finally slamming heavily in front of the Adjudicator.

Bang—!

The Adjudicator was hit as if by a mountain. The Sacred Radiance protective layer on his chest shattered on the spot, and his body was sent flying backward off the ground, his knight sword nearly slipping from his hand.

While he was still in mid-air, blood had already sprayed out.

And Lin Mo walked out of the shattered light tide step by step.

His upper body was bleeding in many places, and his fist was mangled, but the faint Dragon-shaped phantom behind him still hadn't completely dissipated. His entire Aura did not decrease but instead rose, like a fierce weapon that had just stepped out of a destructive collision.

He stared at the Adjudicator flying backward, his eyes cold without a ripple.

Then, he suddenly exerted force under his feet.

Pursuit!

"It's not over yet."

The Adjudicator was in mid-air, and Lin Mo in his line of sight had already turned into an afterimage.

Too fast.

So fast that even the Sacred Radiance couldn't condense again in time.

Bang!

Before the Adjudicator could land, Lin Mo had already slammed a knee strike hard into his lower back, the muffled sound of shattering bones even drowning out the sound of the surrounding wind.

The Adjudicator groaned in pain, his whole body flying forward like a kite with a broken string, smashing hard onto the bone-strewn ground and dragging out a long trail of blood.

He struggled to crawl up.

But a foot had already come down with the force of a thousand jun, slamming down!

The Adjudicator instinctively held up the knight sword that was already full of cracks, blocking with his life.

Clang—Crack!

Lin Mo's foot stepped squarely onto the middle of the sword blade. The Temple weapon, which had already been internally damaged by "Dragon Collapse," could no longer withstand this terrifying physical strength and snapped in half on the spot!

The broken blade flew past the Adjudicator's side, cutting a glaring bloody gash.

Lin Mo's foot didn't stop, and the remaining force stomped hard onto the Adjudicator's chest.

"Pfft!"

The Adjudicator spat out a large mouthful of blood mixed with visceral fragments, the half-Sacred Radiance emblem on his chest completely shattered, and the golden-white light leaked out frantically like a deflating balloon.

"Lord Adjudicator!!"

Behind, those few White-robed Priests and Silver-armored Knights finally reacted from the aftershock of the collision. Seeing their commander about to be killed, their eyes split open in anger.

"Kill him!"

They frantically channeled the Sacred Radiance, ignoring their formation, and charged at Lin Mo like madmen.

"Want to pass?"

A figure covered in blood but extremely valiant suddenly cut in between them and Lin Mo.

Han Xiao held the battle blade that was already chipped in both hands, grinning like a madman.

"Did you ask my blade!"

Before the words faded, he slashed horizontally with his blade, directly forcing the two Silver-armored Knights charging in front to stop.

Following that, Gu Yunting's Spirit Blade poured down like raindrops, precisely cutting off the spellcasting trajectories of those priests.

"Weren't you having fun when you were ganging up on me earlier?" Gu Yunting sneered, "Now that your master is about to be beaten to death, you're anxious?"

The man with black wristguards directly slammed his body into a knight, swinging his giant war hammer down.

"Stay here and watch the show properly for me!"

Ji Wuchen connected hand seals with both hands, and several barriers condensed from earth and stone rose up, completely sealing off the rescue route for these people from the West Federation.

In the arena, it became a true dead end.

The Adjudicator was pinned firmly under Lin Mo's foot, and his once aloof ice-blue eyes were now filled with bloodshot veins and unwillingness.

He could never have imagined that he, a dignified Temple Adjudicator, would be stepped into the mud by someone, in the most barbaric way possible.

"You... dare to kill me..."

He said while vomiting blood, staring fixedly at Lin Mo, his voice hoarse like sandpaper rubbing.

"The West Federation Temple... will not let you go... everyone will be buried with me..."

Lin Mo looked down at him from above.

His eyes still had no ripples, as if looking at a corpse that had already gone cold.

"You're already dead."

"Why do you care who is buried with you?"

As the words fell, Lin Mo's right fist clenched tightly, the dark golden Dragon scale phantom appearing once again, carrying undisguised lethal murderous intent, directly slamming toward the Adjudicator's head!

At this very instant, the resentment and unwillingness in the Adjudicator's eyes completely turned into madness.

"Then let's die together!!"

He let out a beast-like roar. Inside his broken body, that "Sacred Mark" originally used to boost combat power began to burn in reverse in a way that defied common sense.

A blinding crimson light instantly replaced the original sacred white.

A destructive Aura swelled frantically from within his body.

Self-detonation!

In this desperate situation, he actually directly detonated the Sacred Mark Origin within his body!

"Lin Mo, retreat!!" Ji Wuchen on the periphery's expression changed drastically, roaring sharply, "That is a Temple forbidden technique! It will pull the surrounding space to be annihilated together!!"

However, the distance was too close.

Lin Mo's fist was less than half a foot away from the Adjudicator's face, and that destructive crimson light had already completely expanded, like a supernova about to explode.

Lin Mo did not retreat.

He couldn't retreat, and he didn't want to retreat.

The fierce light in his eyes flared, and his fist not only didn't withdraw but instead erupted with even stronger blood Qi, intending to smash the opponent's head before he completely exploded!

Boom—!

At the critical moment.

There was no heaven-shaking explosion.

Nor was there a tragic sight of flesh and blood flying.

The whole world suddenly, at this moment... stopped.

It was not an adjective, but a true physical standstill.

The gale stopped.

Gravel hovered in mid-air.

Gu Yunting maintained the posture of throwing his Spirit Blade, and Han Xiao's wide-open mouth couldn't emit a sound.

Even that ball of crimson light about to destroy everything in front of the Adjudicator's chest seemed to have been pressed with a pause button, stuck firmly at the critical point of detonation, unable to expand outward by even half an inch.

Lin Mo's fist also stopped in mid-air.

It wasn't that he stopped voluntarily.

Instead, a terrifying, indescribable, and irresistible pressure descended without warning.

This pressure did not distinguish between enemy and friend, did not distinguish between strong and weak, and even surpassed the understanding of Realm. It was like the "sky" of the entire Black Dragon Gorge had collapsed, slamming hard onto everyone's spine.

"Crack... crack crack..."

Even for Lin Mo, whose Physical Body had undergone two transformations, his entire skeleton let out an unbearable, teeth-grinding friction sound at this moment.

And the Adjudicator under his foot was even more miserable. Crushed by this pressure, blood sprayed from his seven orifices simultaneously, and that crimson Sacred Mark used for mutual destruction was actually... extinguished by force.

"Hoo—"

A deep, distant sigh that seemed to have penetrated through the ages of time suddenly rang out in the deepest part of everyone's minds.

This was not a sound.

This was pure will.

At this moment, the entire altar began to collapse violently.

Countless bone fragments and stones fell toward the surrounding abyss.

And directly below the altar, in that endless darkness, two balls of dark golden fire like scorching suns slowly opened.

That was not fire.

Those were eyes.

A pair of Dragon eyes belonging to an ancient overlord that had slept for who knows how many years.

The dragon skeletons will had truly awakened.

Lin Mo bit his teeth hard, fighting with all his might against the pressure that wanted to crush him, veins popping on his forehead.

He looked at the massive Dragon eyes slowly lighting up below the abyss, without fear in his eyes.

Only an extreme fanaticism belonging to martial arts.

"That's right..."

He squeezed a few words from between his teeth, letting the blood from the corner of his mouth slide down.

"This is... the true Opportunity."

The next second, a Dragon orb hung in the center of the stone platform, dark golden flames burning silently.

The entire Black Dragon Gorge seemed to be illuminated by that fire.

No one spoke.

Han Xiao and the others didn't speak because they truly had no strength left.

The West Federation Temple side didn't speak because after the Adjudicator was crippled by Lin Mo, everyone's Aura had mostly dissipated.

And Lin Mo was walking step by step toward that floating stone platform.

His pace was not fast.

Even because of previously hard-hitting the Adjudicator and forcibly taking the Dragon might, his footing was still a bit heavy.

But these few steps, which were not fast, gave people a feeling of being unstoppable.

Because everyone knew—among everyone present right now, he was the most qualified to touch that Dragon orb.

Gu Yunting leaned against a broken stone pillar, breathing heavily, and grinned, whispering:

"Damn it, fighting like this, in the end, this guy actually got it."

Han Xiao knelt on one knee, leaning on his blade, and couldn't help but laugh:

"Nonsense, otherwise what?"

"That Temple Adjudicator was almost beaten to a pulp by him, who else could stop him?"

Ji Wuchen, however, did not relax.

He stared at the gray mist gradually churning on the periphery of Black Dragon Gorge, his brows furrowing bit by bit.

Not right.

It was too quiet.

Just now, when the dragon skeletons will truly manifested and the pressure swept through the entire gorge, it was impossible for no one else to have sensed it.

Moreover—

He always felt that in the gray mist outside, something was approaching.

The next second.

A very thin, very cold gleam of light lit up without warning from the cliff on the right side of the gorge.

It wasn't aimed at anyone else.

It was aimed directly at Lin Mo's back!

"Lin Mo, watch out!"

Ji Wuchen's expression changed drastically, almost roaring out.

Lin Mo's reaction was astonishingly fast.

The moment that cold light appeared, he had already instinctively turned to the side.

Swish—

A thin, long black shadow brushed past his ribs, bringing up a string of blood beads, and finally, with a "thud," nailed into the edge of the stone platform in front.

Only then did everyone see what the thing looked like.

It was an arrow.

An arrow that was pitch-black all over, with dark red tail feathers and an arrow tip that was narrow and long like a snake's fang.

The arrow shaft was also wrapped with a few small talisman papers, which were burning silently, emitting a faint, fishy-sweet scent.

Gu Yunting's pupils constricted:

"Yin Arrow?"

"It's the Japanese!"

The smile on Han Xiao's face vanished instantly.

"These bastards actually dare to come to my Great Xia territory."

Lin Mo stopped his footsteps, slowly turned his head, and looked toward the cliff top on the right.

The gray mist at the high place churned.

More than a dozen black shadows had stood at the edge of the cliff, though no one knew when.

Most of them had slender figures, either wearing black feathered short armor or narrow-sleeved combat suits, with swords at their waists and bows on their backs.

The few people at the very front had dark-patterned headbands tied around their foreheads and half-face masks covering their faces, but the only visible eyes were as cold as snakes.

And behind them, a flag with a golden sun on a dark background was being blown by the fierce wind of the gorge, flapping loudly.

Japan, Kamikaze Bureau.