"A bunch of useless trash!"
About two hundred li from the Sword Sect's mountain gate, the black-clad man who had previously received a message by bird wore a livid expression.
A heap of shattered Divine Soul Life Tokens lay scattered at his feet, belonging to the dozen or so Cloaked Youths who had just died.
There was no doubt about it.
Every subordinate sent to intercept and kill Lin Mo had been killed by him instead!
"This is good news."
Beside him, another young man in black robes lowered his gaze and said slowly, "Lin Mo didn't take a detour. He chose the shortest route, a straight line."
"The people from the Longevity Domain and the Fire Rock Domain will receive word soon. Even if Lin Mo sprouts wings, he won't escape!"
Hmph!
The black-clad man snorted coldly, a chilling gleam flashing in his eyes. "Lin Mo is merely at the third layer of Foundation Establishment, but Little Ge's group had two cultivators at the fourth layer."
"Crossing the dividing line between the third and fourth layers of Foundation Establishment, with another dozen second-layer cultivators thrown in... neither you nor I could have survived in his place. How did Lin Mo live?!"
The black-robed youth knitted his brows tightly.
Both men were at the seventh layer of Foundation Establishment, so they naturally understood how difficult it was to fight above one's level. Crossing a dividing line within the same realm and killing more than ten people in one battle, as Lin Mo had done, was almost as difficult as ascending to heaven.
For a cultivation genius with a three-element spiritual root or dual spiritual roots, such a feat would not have been all that heaven-defying.
But Lin Mo had nothing more than a five-spirit root, the worst aptitude of all.