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Chapter 281: Mo Sha

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With the match between Bi Luo Yan Nan Gong Ya and Yin Zhai Kun Seventeen concluding, the fourth round of the Heavenly Realm Contention War officially ended.

The six geniuses advancing to the fifth round of the Contention War will receive slots to enter the Ancient Ruins and behold the Immortal statue, namely:

Purple Star Emperor Sect Bai Li Ming, Golden Spirit Mountain San Zang Fozhi, independent cultivator Mo Sha, Qingqiu Fox Clan Bai Miao Miao, independent cultivator Lin Chuan, Bi Luo Yan Nan Gong Ya.

The other three slots will be contested by the losers of other rounds.

The fifth round lottery quickly began.

According to the competition rules, the three losers of the fifth round will, together with the winner among the previous round's losers, decide one slot to advance to the sixth round.

Adding the three winners, a total of four will enter the sixth round to determine the top two.

The seventh round officially enters the contest for the champion.

The spirit vessel announced the lottery results.

"Didn't get it again?"

Lin Chuan checked the Jade Talisman transmission, "My opponent is Qingqiu Fox Clan's Bai Miao Miao, the weakest one?"

Because Tu Shan Jiao Jiao is a Nine-Tailed Fox.

Moreover, with a lifetime experience in the Ancient God Absolute Realm dream reincarnation, Lin Chuan has a favorable impression of the Nine-Tailed Fox.

The Tianhu Shizu once helped him, a crucial part in driving his destiny's flow.

"Husband, take this chance to test Bai Miao Miao."

Tu Shan Jiao Jiao came beside him and said, "If possible, then grant her the Nine-Tailed Fox Clan inheritance I have cultivated."

The Tianhu Shizu, being restricted by the Heavenly Dao Divine Office, has not fully perfected the Nine-Tailed Fox Clan inheritance.

Tu Shan Jiao Jiao, in that lifetime of the Ancient God Absolute Realm, truly ascended to the Immortal Realm.

This inheritance cannot be said to be not precious.

"Hmm."

Lin Chuan nodded.

The Qingqiu Fox Clan is already a super power; gaining another inheritance is like adding wings to a tiger, perhaps it could transform again.

As for the Qingqiu Fox Clan's attitude, Lin Chuan did not think much about it.

This is Tu Shan Jiao Jiao's matter; he is merely acting on her behalf.

Now look at the other two matchups.

They are:

Purple Star Emperor Sect Bai Li Ming versus the one-armed swordsman Mo Sha, and Bi Luo Yan Nan Gong Ya versus Golden Spirit Mountain San Zang Fozhi.

Both are strong-versus-strong matchups.

Lin Chuan mused, "San Zang Fozhi's strength compared to Kun Seventeen is neither stronger nor weaker, but beating Bi Luo Yan Nan Gong Ya is still too difficult."

"Bai Li Ming defeating Mo Sha is not difficult."

Even though Mo Sha is strong, Lin Chuan still thinks Bai Li Ming has the edge, being the only super genius besides him who could possibly surpass Bi Luo Yan Nan Gong Ya.

Seven days later.

The fifth round competition officially began.

The first match is Bai Li Ming versus Mo Sha.

In terms of popularity, Mo Sha surpasses Bai Li Ming; among the cultivators of the world, most are from minor sects or are independent cultivators.

This is a showdown between a super genius exemplar and the light of independent cultivators.

Lin Chuan watched silently.

Bai Li Ming still uses Thunder Arts, Mo Sha's sword technique is extremely fast, and the Nine Heavens Divine Thunder cannot reach Mo Sha.

Both sides immediately go all out.

"Attack him!"

"Mo Sha, you and Lin Chuan are both lights of independent cultivators; charge into the finals together and make history!!"

Countless cultivators shouted wildly for Mo Sha.

If Mo Sha truly can charge into the finals with Lin Chuan, that would be a historic moment.

The Three Thousand Prefectures genius battle has been held many times since antiquity, and never before have independent cultivators met in the finals.

"In past editions, Mo Sha indeed had a chance to reach the finals, even to claim the champion's seat."

"Unfortunately, this edition is more perverse than the last."

Lin Chuan sighed.

Those independent cultivators shouting about reaching the finals have not yet realized the gap.

From their perspective, it's also hard to tell who is stronger.

Listening to the wind is just rain; people echo each other.

In the midst of thoughts, the duel between Bai Li Ming and Mo Sha grew ever more intense; in this small world only endless thunder and boundless sword light could be seen.

"What a fast blade, weaving through the thunder."

"But Bai Li Ming's tactics shouldn't stop there."

If he relied only on Thunder Arts, Bai Li Ming would lose.

Mo Sha's combat talent is terrifyingly high; even in such high‑intensity battle he remains extremely calm, weaving through the thunder, seeking a breakthrough.

He draws ever closer to Bai Li Ming.

"Got you."

Finally, Mo Sha transformed into a Long Rainbow, surged forward, plunged into the center of the thunder sea, and the one‑armed knife slashed fiercely at Bai Li Ming's neck.

Although reaching this state, restoring the physical body is not difficult,

but a cultivator's attacks mostly pierce straight into the Sea of Consciousness; having the body cut reduces combat power greatly, especially when the head is severed, the Sea of Consciousness becomes chaotic.

In a battle of equal level, this is enough to become a fatal wound.

Clang!

The blade flash passed, Mo Sha's sword slashed hard at Bai Li Ming's neck, and a burst of golden light suddenly appeared on the latter's throat.

"Daoist Golden Light Spell?"

"You haven't reached the proper timing yet! You can't block my sword!"

"You're definitely going to lose!"

Intense blade intent instantly spread, enveloping Bai Li Ming like a raging storm.

"Slash!"

Mo Sha let out a loud shout.

The blade edge collided with the golden light, blade qi erupted, scattering brilliant sparks.

"Slash slash slash!"

Blood seeped from Mo Sha's arm, the blade edge turned red, the blade intent grew even more ferocious, already cutting into the golden light.

"Slash him! Mo Sha!"

"Light of the free cultivators! Mo Sha!!"

"We must win!"

Countless free cultivators were stirred by this scene, seeming even more excited than Mo Sha himself, their wild shouts rolling like wave after wave.

The prodigious youths of the major super powers wore solemn expressions.

Is Bai Li Ming really going to lose?

They know all too well how severe the consequence of having one's head beheaded is; a single crushing blow, and the opponent will never give you a chance to restore your Physical Body.

A contest of strong ones requires only a single opportunity.

Lin Chuan frowned, "Bai Li Ming should have other counters, right? From the aura he exudes, he shouldn't be helpless against this slash."

"It's already this moment, still trying to hide?"

In the small world, the golden light waned, and Mo Sha's sword made contact with Bai Li Ming's flesh.

"Bai Li Ming!"

Mo Sha shouted, "Use whatever techniques you have left; otherwise you won't have any chance!"

Obviously, Mo Sha also doesn't believe Bai Li Ming would be defeated like this.

At this level, he doesn't even qualify to be recognized by so many senior greats as the strongest of the younger generation.

Bai Li Ming gave no reply, merely clutching the Golden Light Spell tightly.

Swish!

In the next instant, the golden light vanished instantly, Mo Sha's sword swooped, beheading Bai Li Ming; the overwhelming blade intent scattered, aiming to severely damage Bai Li Ming's Immortal Soul.

The blade edge twisted, slashing again, targeting Bai Li Ming's waist.

Another slash at the waist; no matter how strong Bai Li Ming is, he would be helpless.

"Bai Li Ming, you disappoint me."

Mo Sha showed no excitement of a victor.

Buzz!

The blade trembled.

Another slash fell.

Clang!

The golden light flared again; Mo Sha was stunned, seeing a hand firmly grasp his sword, preventing any movement.

Not far away, Bai Li Ming's head was still flying.

But in front of him, another Bai Li Ming appeared.

"A clone?"

"No!" Mo Sha instantly dismissed the thought, "This Bai Li Ming is neither stronger nor weaker than the previous one!"

"What on earth is happening?"

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