Yin Yang Mother-Child Curved Blades

Lin Yaodong had only been asleep a short while when Excitement wore off.

A wave of weakness and discomfort pulled him out of his drowsiness. Instinctively wanting to return to that state of Excitement, Lin Yaodong used it again in his half-asleep state.

At first, Lin Yaodong felt as though he was about to be sucked dry, but he was quickly filled with a feeling of fullness.

No!

What am I doing?

In an instant, Lin Yaodong jolted awake.

I've already taken ninety-nine and a half steps out of a hundred. With only half a step left, how can I stop here?

Lin Yaodong struggled, forcing himself to endure the pain as he crawled forward step by step. The Gale Falcon's ultimate attack had injured the sinews and bones in his legs.

He had only managed those few steps earlier by forcing himself onward. Now that he had fallen, he couldn't get back up, and could only crawl forward as quickly as possible.

He had to reach the Ice and Fire Yin Yang Well before Excitement wore off. Otherwise, even Lin Yaodong couldn't be sure whether he would still be able to move afterward.

At that moment, the Gale Falcon hadn't left either. It wanted to enter the poisonous miasma and confirm whether Lin Yaodong was dead.

It had to see him alive or see his corpse!

But the formations blocked its way, and no matter what it tried, the Gale Falcon couldn't get in.

Meanwhile, at the Ice and Fire Yin Yang Well.

Chen Mo was still sitting in meditation and cultivating as though nothing had happened.

He had known as soon as the formations came under attack, and had also seen Lin Yaodong's condition.

Though he was frantic with worry, Chen Mo still didn't move. The test required Lin Yaodong to hand it to him, not for him to go and take it himself.

Chen Mo kept his spiritual sense fixed on Lin Yaodong, waiting to save him the moment his life-saving item activated.

As for the eighty-thousand-year-old Gale Falcon, Chen Mo ignored it, relying on the formations themselves for defense rather than controlling them to counterattack.

When he saw Lin Yaodong suddenly wake up and crawl toward him, Chen Mo felt both relieved and heartbroken.

Only when Lin Yaodong had crawled up to him did Chen Mo make a show of opening his eyes.

Lin Yaodong tremblingly held out the card in his hand to Chen Mo.

"Big brother, I... I got the th-thing."

With that, he lost consciousness completely.

Chen Mo murmured to himself, "You did very well. Your big brother is very happy."

Chen Mo accepted the card, took out a pill, and stuffed it into his mouth.

Then he picked him up, fed him several more pills, and placed him in the center of the Ice and Fire Yin Yang Well to treat his injuries. Finally, he gave him the two Immortal Herbs, the Infernal Delicate Apricot and the Octagonal Mysterious Ice Grass, to consume.

Only after his condition had stabilized did Chen Mo breathe a sigh of relief.

Chen Mo looked toward the poisonous miasma at the outermost perimeter, his gaze sharpening.

Now it's time to teach you a lesson, you beast!

You should be glad my little brother didn't die and passed the test I gave him. Otherwise, you would certainly be dead.

But though you may escape death, you won't escape punishment. If you'd actually killed him and forced out his life-saving item, that would have been one thing. But why did you have to torment him and leave him in such a state?

As his big brother, I have to avenge him properly!

When Chen Mo acted, he cared only about which side he was on, not right or wrong.

As for the reason, he didn't want to know, nor could he be bothered to find out.

All he knew was that someone had nearly killed his little brother and injured him so badly. The other party had to pay the price.

Before long, Chen Mo appeared at the outermost line of defense.

There, the Gale Falcon was still attacking the formations. It had slowly worn down two of them and was now working on the third.

Chen Mo shouted, "Beast!"

The Gale Falcon was startled to see a person suddenly fly out of the poisonous miasma.

But anger soon filled it. It was already furious, and let alone a despicable human, even if it were a Soul Beast, it would fight to kill as long as it could win.

Screech~

The Gale Falcon first let out a furious cry, then immediately attacked Chen Mo.

Chen Mo thought to himself, Perfect timing.

This was the perfect chance to try the high-grade spiritual artifact he had just refined: the Yang Yang Mother-Child Circular Blades.

Chen Mo had refined them using the Death God Mantis's arms as the main material, along with numerous precious ores.

Their edges were incomparably sharp, and with their original spatial property-cutting-there was practically no defense they couldn't breach. Even the Giant Spirit Shield, a high-grade spiritual artifact Chen Mo had painstakingly refined himself, would be destroyed in three strikes at most.

More terrifying still, Chen Mo could control the Yang Yang Mother-Child Circular Blades to perform Spatial Jump.

Their angles of attack and flight paths would be impossible to predict or track.

Often, the moment he struck, the blade would be before his opponent's head in the next instant, killing them before they could put up any defense.

The two Yang Yang Mother-Child Circular Blades, one large and one small, could also be combined into the Yang Yang Mother-Child Rings.

Drawing on the Yang Power generated by the Ice and Fire Yin Yang Well, and using his own mastery of formations, Chen Mo had engraved a set of formations on each of the two circular blades. The two sets could also combine into a new formation-the Yin Yang Two Aspects Formation.

It could attack and defend, excelling at both.

With his spatial abilities and the Yang Yang Mother-Child Circular Blades, Chen Mo could put up a fight even against a Golden Core cultivator from the immortal cultivation world.

Today, he would draw blood and christen the blades on this beast.

The Yin Yang Mother-Child Curved Blades spun toward the Gale Falcon, one from the left and one from the right, while the Gale Falcon flew toward Chen Mo.

The Gale Falcon could sense the threat posed by the two curved blades and changed direction slightly, trying to dodge them.

The Yin Yang Mother-Child Curved Blades flickered and suddenly appeared embedded in the Gale Falcon's wings. Still spinning, they continued cutting downward.

"Screech~"

The Gale Falcon let out a cry of pain, and with its wings unable to move, it crashed heavily to the ground.

The Yin Yang Mother-Child Curved Blades met no resistance as they cut, as though what they were cutting wasn't the Gale Falcon, an eighty-thousand-year Soul Beast with a powerful body, but an eight-month-old chick.

Is this the perfect fusion of incomparably sharp edges and Spatial Cutting?

For a moment, even Chen Mo was a little surprised by the power of the pair of spiritual artifacts.

In fact, for an Immortal Cultivator like Chen Mo, killing Soul Masters was much easier than killing Soul Beasts.

Soul Masters were fragile. Only their strength, speed, and attacks were relatively strong; their constitutions were weak, and their minds extremely weak. Below the level of Titled Douluo, they had practically no ability to sense souls.

For Chen Mo, killing them really was no harder than killing chickens.

Soul Beasts were different. Every one of them had thick skin and tough flesh. Though he could still kill them, he used up quite a bit of true essence each time.

At the very least, he couldn't send their heads rolling with a light slash as he could with Soul Masters.

After slicing through the Gale Falcon's wings, the Yin Yang Mother-Child Curved Blades didn't stop. They continued darting through its body, slicing off its flesh piece by piece and cutting through its glossy feathers.

The Gale Falcon could only roll ceaselessly on the ground and scream in pain. Whenever it tried to force itself into the air, the two curved blades left several cuts on its wings, each deep enough to expose bone...

Finally, when Chen Mo stopped, the Gale Falcon was covered in wounds, without a single uninjured patch of flesh on its body.

The Gale Falcon no longer had the strength to struggle. No matter how Chen Mo sliced its flesh now, it had no strength left to resist; only its muscles still twitched instinctively a few times.