Cobweb-like cracks suddenly spread across the dark iron floor tiles on the eastern side of the arena. When Mo Wen descended, riding the martial arts gale, the shockwave triggered by his right foot lightly tapping the ground snapped twelve soul-suppressing pillars in half. Dark golden martial arts totems emerged across his bare upper body, and the tremor of every single muscle sent ripples through space. Any protective spiritual light of the Foundation Establishment Stage shattered like thin ice the moment it came within a three-zhang radius of him.
"Martial cultivator Mo Wen!" Lin Moyu was somewhat surprised upon seeing that his opponent was the Extreme Dao King, Lin Moyu, but he did not reveal too much emotion either. He knew Lin Moyu was strong, but he did not consider himself much inferior.
With a casual wave of his left arm, Mo Wen's fist wind condensed into a tangible bronze chariot phantom, grinding Lin Moyu's newly deployed seven hundred Dark Yin Talismans into luminous spirit dust.
Chapter 103