Weighing Gains and Losses

"Congratulations, Senior, on escaping your prison!"

Seeing Lin Zhaozai look toward him, Shen Mo cupped his hands and spoke.

At the same time, he silently equipped the two Destinies, [Cicada Sense] and [Vajra Body]. The Demon Slayer Sword surged into his hand through the chakras within his body, while his other treasures stood ready to strike. True essence roared through him like rushing rivers, prepared for a fierce battle at any moment!

Strange gleams flickered in Lin Zhaozai's eyes, yet he did not immediately attack Shen Mo. Instead, he burst into laughter. "You brat truly haunt me like an unquiet ghost! You obstructed my feeding in the Spirit Ruins Realm, then tampered with the formation outside the tower and made it harder for Lin to escape."

"After great difficulty, Lin finally saw daylight again. I merely wished to gather some cultivation resources, yet who would have thought I would become entangled with you again?"

"What? Do you intend to stop Lin again today?"

Though he laughed as he answered, his hands never ceased moving, endlessly unleashing immortal arts against the Ancient Vine Sect's Founder's Hall.

Within the Founder's Hall, Qin Wenzhen, Ge Qing, and two Origin Core Realm Guest Elders relied on the restrictions inside and outside, using defensive immortal arts, treasures, talismans, and other means to desperately withstand his assault. Yet the restrictions here were far inferior to the mountain-protecting grand formation. Though they held on with all their strength, the spiritual radiance of the restrictions still dimmed bit by bit.

Among them stood an ancient spirit tea tree, gnarled and timeworn. Even more than a yard of soil around its roots had been dug up, then wrapped in immortal arts to prevent its spirituality from being harmed.

When Shen Mo learned that Lin Zhaozai was the one slaughtering