Mo Luo felt for the first time that he was not omnipotent.
As a Martial Artist of the God Stone Realm, he had always fought above his level. With his long blade in hand, killing demigods was as easy as slaughtering dogs. He had never imagined that he would fail to take down someone in the God Realm.
If anyone had told him that before, he would have scoffed at it. But today, Lin Zhen had given him a vivid lesson.
He was at the God Stone Peak, with Star Power as high as 5.2 billion. Yet with such strength, he was actually being suppressed by Lin Zhen!
His opponent's attacks were like ocean tides, relentless and ferocious. If this continued, his defeat would only be a matter of time.
"No! I am the Star of Hope of the Endless Race, the strongest genius. How can I lose to someone in the God Realm?!"
Sweat appeared on Mo Luo's forehead. He could not accept this situation. To someone as proud and arrogant as him, this was a fatal blow.
No matter what, he had to defeat Lin Zhen!
He had trump cards. He had originally planned to save them for battles against the top ten, and using them early would make things difficult later. But if he could not even get past Lin Zhen now, what future was there to speak of?
He made his decision in an instant. He could not keep passively taking blows. His martial intent was attack—this was the true essence of blade techniques.
It was as if an explosion had occurred where he stood, and a mass of snowy blade light soared into the sky.
"Lin Zhen! Don't you fucking get too cocky! Taste my No Return Blade Technique!"
"Yellow Sand Hundred Battles!"
The blade