The bronze arena hung over the shattered void sea, the projections of three hundred and sixty celestial bodies drifting across the firmament. Lin Moyu's fingertips brushed against the Ghost Eye Tri-Pointed Sabre, the biting chill of the blade reflecting the Chaos sword patterns on Mo Wen's robes. The Nine Tribulations Thunder Pool surged beneath his feet, every bolt of lightning guided by the Eternal Star Dragon Body to condense into a ring of stars behind him.
"A Heavenly Spiritual Root of Sword Dao?" Lin Moyu flicked the spine of the blade with his finger, the crisp, ringing vibration tearing open eight spatial rifts. "Why not try my sword." He thrust forward holding the sabre in his right hand, while the middle and index fingers of his left hand pressed together into a sword gesture, the formless sword qi wrapping around his fingertips actually emitting a dragon's roar.
Mo Wen's Heavenly Sword barely managed to parry the tri-pointed sabre, only to see that sword gesture abruptly appear three inches from the center of his brow. The moment boundless stellar power burst forth from the sword gesture, the protective sword qi of the Deity Transformation cultivator shattered with a deafening roar. Seven drops of golden blood splashed onto the dark iron floor, instantly transforming into seven small blood-colored swords that stabbed toward all the vital acupoints on Lin Moyu's body.
Chapter 142