The cultivator surnamed Chen said nothing, watching Chu Mo with an uncertain expression.
Unlike those Qi Refining cultivators with greed in their eyes and feeble Divine Sense, he could not sense the depth of Chu Mo's cultivation at all, leaving him unsure what to do.
As a rogue cultivator, caution mattered above all else.
Just as he was about to sound Chu Mo out, a sinister streak of Sword Qi suddenly swept across the horizon! At the same time, an intensely beguiling voice slipped into everyone's ears. "Why waste words on him? The treasures from the secret realm must be in his hands."
Hearing this, the cultivator surnamed Chen involuntarily unleashed a spell of his own, then abruptly snapped awake, his expression changing drastically. "Damn it, a mind-bewitching ability! There's an oriole waiting above to snatch the spoils!"
He hurriedly looked toward the Foundation Establishment cultivators he knew nearby and found them all attacking as well. Clearly, they had fallen for the same trick.
In an instant, multicolored light shot into the sky. Dharmic instruments rained down, blasting towering waves from the sea as their attacks poured toward Chu Mo, blanketing heaven and earth.
My dear fellow disciples, you finally couldn't resist making your move?
Chu Mo looked up toward the clouds. He had already discovered the three red names hidden there when his Divine Thought swept past, so this came as no surprise.
Facing the overwhelming assault, his expression remained unchanged. He opened his mouth and softly uttered an incantation. "Dark Nether Soul-Seizing, Ten Thousand Laws Return to Silence."
Within his Dao Mansion, the Profound Banner, which had already transformed into a Dharmic Treasure, emerged at his thought. It swelled in the wind, growing several zhang tall.
At the same time, a dark radiance spread outward from the center