Mo Lin muttered a complaint, then began changing Non-Aggression's form, intending to test the power of the three Soul Skills he had gained. When he formally launched his revenge against the Clear Sky Sect, he planned to fight with Non-Aggression. After all, his father in this world had left it to him. The Martial Soul his mother had left him had already become the Winged Dragon Martial Soul, and its Soul Rings were far too unusual to reveal at present. To avenge his parents, using the Non-Aggression Martial Soul was the most suitable choice. He had yet to learn how to use Ring Sacrifice to sacrifice ten-thousand-year Soul Rings, so he naturally needed to see the power of the basic attacks and Soul Skills of these three forms.
Non-Aggression transformed in Mo Lin's hand into a bow. It retained its red-and-black color scheme and exuded a chilling aura of slaughter, but in terms of design and structure, the bow was absurdly large. It resembled a Chinese compound bow, only enlarged to the point that its length nearly matched that of an English longbow. It was vastly different from the bow forms Mo Lin had seen from other Mo Family Soul Masters.
"Now that I think about it, Non-Aggression's shield form is a round shield, while Uncle's shield form is square. Could it be that Non-Aggression's other two forms have changed as well?"
"Kid Lin, what are you thinking about? Hurry up and test this lord's power!" Seeing Mo Lin inexplicably sink into thought again, the Asura Demon Sword shouted directly through the Non-Aggression Martial Soul, startling the Qilin and Phoenix watching nearby.
"Why are you yelling? Isn't it just drawing a bow? Besides, can shooting into this empty sea even test its power?" Mo Lin casually condensed a small iceberg.