Emperor of Pills and Martial Arts

The most important thing was that the Uncle Lin was simply too strong, he was actually using two minds at once. The Spiritual Force blocked Xiao Song's attack, and the wind from the palm swept down toward Chu Mo with an absolutely domineering aura.    

    

"I'll do it!"    

    

Seeing the incoming palm wind, Dugu Batian took a step forward and stood in front of Chu Mo, blocking it.    

    

Chu Mo shook his head, and said: "Let me do it!"    

    

Dugu Batian was very persistent. He said, "I've fought with him before, so I can give it a try!"    

    

Indeed, on the stage, the only one who had fought with the Uncle Lin was Dugu Batian.    

    

It was just that last time, Dugu Batian's opponent was only the shadow of the Uncle Lin, and his strength was not as strong as it was today.    

    

Of course, Dugu Batian was no longer just a Celestial Level user, he had unsealed the Dying Sun Rod long ago, and with the help of Qingzhu's Tears, he had advanced a step further, so he could give it a try.    

    

After he finished speaking, Dugu Batian raised the Long Rod s in his hands, and like a Deity standing tall, he welcomed the terrifying palm wind.    

    

With a slight tremble of his arms, the Dying Sun Rod bounced back. It unexpectedly went from soft to soft, and began to sway back and forth like a willow branch in the wind.    

    

All of a sudden, the holy figures appeared again, lingering around Sun Ascending Rod like supreme souls, exuding a peerless aura of power.    

    

"Break!"    

    

With a loud shout, Dugu Batian swung down his staff as if it was a lightning striking the sky.    

    

"Rumble!"    

    

Finally, the wind from Uncle Lin's palm arrived in front of him and clashed with the Dying Sun Rod, releasing a thunderous sound of the nine heavens.    

    

Instantly, a peerless terrifying force exploded out from the scene, like a raging sea that swept out in all directions, causing the sky to change color and the clouds to churn, as if it was the end of the world.    

    

Soon after, the crowd was shocked to see that the palm imprint had completely devoured Dugu Batian without any mercy. As it swirled up the hurricane, it was difficult for anyone to see the truth within.    

    

"Boom!" "Boom!" "Boom!"    

    

After their line of sight was obscured, everyone could only hear one rumbling sound after another, like the rumbling of thunder, like the angry roar in the dark sky before a storm.    

    

And under this kind of furious roar, a violent shock wave was immediately spat out from the arena. It was incomparably domineering, and even Chu Mo and the others couldn't help but retreat a few steps back.    

    

Finally, the dust gradually settled, and the scene appeared once more before them.    

    

Everyone looked over and were shocked to see that Dugu Batian was bleeding from the corner of his mouth. His face was as pale as paper and he was trembling as if he couldn't withstand the strong palm wind.    

    

Fortunately, Dugu Batian was not without any success. At the very least, he managed to offset most of the palm strikes and was barely able to persevere on.    

    

"Your strength isn't bad, but you're still lacking a little!"    

    

Just then, the Uncle Lin opposite of him chuckled. With a slap of his palm, he flew over.    

    

Suddenly, the crowd was shocked to see the palm strike explode with earth-shattering power towards Dugu Batian.    

    

"Pu!"    

    

Dugu Batian felt a sweet sensation in his throat as he spat out a large mouthful of blood, which dyed the front of the Clothes red.    

    

Afterwards, his body flew out uncontrollably, drawing a long arc in the air before falling into the forest, passing through the crowd.    

    

"Swoosh!"    

    

At this time, Chu Mo moved. He flew out and caught Dugu Batian, and gently landed him on the ground.    

    

"Are you alright?"    

    

Chu Mo asked in concern as he looked at Dugu Batian, whose mouth was drenched in blood.    

    

Dugu Batian coughed out a mouthful of blood and gave a bitter smile. "I overestimated myself. It was indeed a little far!"    

    

Chu Mo comforted her, and said: "The opponent is a profound practitioner after all, it is already pretty good that you were able to withstand this palm strike. Don't be depressed!"    

    

Dugu Batian replied, "In the past, I only faced his shadow. Now that his true body has arrived, we are indeed not his match."    

    

Chu Mo nodded, and said: "Since that's the case, then let's use our full strength!"    

    

As he said that, Chu Mo brought Dugu Batian to Bai Xingwen's side and said: "Young Master Bai, help me take care of Dugu!"    

    

After he finished speaking, Chu Mo continued walking forward, and arrived at the front of the group. He looked straight at Uncle Lin, and tightly gripped his Dragoncry Sword.    

    

Seeing Chu Mo's actions, Tang Xiaodao was suddenly shocked, he stepped forward and advised: "Chu Mo, you are not his opponent, let me do it!"    

    

Chu Mo said: "You mean that you are stronger than me?"    

    

Tang Xiaodao said: "At least I won't be weaker than you!"    

    

Chu Mo shook his head, and said: "I have my ways, at this point, I can't hide anymore!"    

    

Hearing that, Tang Xiaodao was shocked, he pulled him back and bellowed: "Are you crazy? That thing must not be exposed. "    

    

Chu Mo looked at him seriously and said, "Do you have any other choice?"    

    

"But ?"    

    

Tang Xiaodao wanted to say something, but realized that he had no way of speaking.    

    

Chu Mo patted his shoulder, and said: "Don't worry, I have my own plans. As long as I don't die, nothing else is important."    

    

After saying that, Chu Mo turned around and walked forward again. He raised the Dragoncry Sword high up in the air and said to the Uncle Lin, "Senior, please!"    

    

The expression in Uncle Lin's eyes changed slightly as he said, "This little fellow has quite the courage. Since you are anxious to die, I'll give you this chance."    

    

As he said that, Uncle Lin swatted out with his right hand, once again producing a palm image. It was incomparably large, like a Deity's divine palm, covering the entire sky and covering the earth, as it swept towards Chu Mo to swallow him.    

    

This palm strike was even more tyrannical and violent than before!    

    

In the blink of an eye, the wind of the palm strike attacked, carrying with it a raging killing intent.