Crack, crunch...
Spiderweb cracks spread outward from the chipped edge of the Dao Sword in Lin Mo's hand. Finally, with a sharp snap, it burst into fragments.
The Eighth-Grade Upper-Tier Dao Sword had been utterly shattered by the scar-faced burly man's black saber.
A straight slit had also been cut through the blue-green robe over Lin Mo's right shoulder. The exposed skin beneath was sliced open, and blood kept welling from the wound.
The scar-faced burly man was clearly formidable in close combat. He had wounded Lin Mo with a single move!
"Heh heh..."
More than ten zhang away, the scar-faced man slowly turned and flashed another savage grin at Lin Mo.
Then his grin froze.
The black saber in his hand showed no sign of damage from their earlier clash.
Yet his complexion underwent a strange change. First, an eerie halo of intertwined black and white appeared, then a layer of frost gradually formed over his eyebrows and hair.
His forehead, cheeks, neck, limbs, torso...
His body suddenly began shaking violently. Yellow, green, blue, red, and gray gleams alternated across him. Finally, he shuddered and collapsed limply to the ground. His hands and feet jerked a few times, and the terror in his pupils slowly faded.
Dead!
"Close combat is even more dangerous than exchanging spells at a distance..."
Lin Mo turned to look at the wound on his shoulder, lingering fear crossing his face.
That was too close!
The scar-faced man's cultivation probably had not yet reached the seventh layer of Foundation Establishment, but his spiritual power was exceptionally fierce, and his physique was absurdly strong.
Had Lin Mo not possessed the Six Great Dao Platforms and the black-and-white light mass, along with the Bloodlight Sphere and vitality essence to counter resentment, that seemingly minor saber wound on