Mo Lin flicked his right hand, sending a steel needle flying straight at the Holy Triceratops twenty meters away. The killing intent clinging to the needle tore through the air directly, reducing air resistance to nearly zero and allowing the needle to maintain an extraordinarily high acceleration.
A great naval officer had once said, "Speed is weight. Have you ever been kicked at the speed of light?"
Across a mere twenty meters, the steel needle let out sharp whistles as it split the air. The transparent energy that had blocked Mo Lin's attacks time and again was easily pierced by the killing-intent-infused needle, as if it were nothing more than a ball of cotton.
The steel needle pierced the Holy Triceratops's eye and passed straight through its entire body. A fifty-thousand-year soul beast was thus unbelievably and effortlessly slain by Mo Lin.
Watching from the side, Mo Jia was under the protection of his first soul skill and could not sense the suppressive effects of Mo Lin's domain on soul masters and soul beasts, nor could he tell how much killing intent Mo Lin had condensed and compressed into that steel needle. He could not believe that Mo Lin, a mere Soul King, had killed a fifty-thousand-year soul beast so easily. Moreover, the Holy Triceratops's defensive power and strange defensive methods had always given soul masters tremendous headaches. A fifty-thousand-year Holy Triceratops was enough to make even a Soul Douluo feel troubled.
After Mo Lin withdrew his domain, Mo Jia had originally intended to immediately stop using his first soul skill and ask Mo Lin what method he had used. However, Mo Lin gestured for him to hold on a little longer. Then, under Mo Jia's astonished gaze, Mo Lin guided the Holy Triceratops's soul ring onto Non-Aggression, his second