A whooshing sound came, and a man dressed in a black robe appeared in front of Qin Luo.
The man had a cold and stern face, with a sharp glint in his eyes, and exuded a powerful and chilling aura.
Zhong Mo completely ignored Qin Luo, looked at Xia Zihan leaving, and sneered: "Want to leave? Not so easy."
After saying that, he activated his spiritual energy and went to intercept Xia Zihan.
Upon seeing this, Qin Luo flashed forward, blocking the black-robed man, and billowing spiritual flames rose from his hands.
Zhong Mo's eyes turned cold as he looked at the spiritual energy fluctuations emanating from Qin Luo. He sneered disdainfully, "Spirit Vortex Realm Stage 1? You're courting death. Since you want to die, I'll grant your wish!"
After he finished speaking, Zhong Mo unleashed a suffocating aura of spiritual energy, with the green and dark spiritual energy swirling and churning around him like a tangible fog.
With a sudden flick of his sleeve, a stream of dark green spiritual energy shot towards Qin Luo like a streak of light.
Feeling the immense spiritual energy surging through him, Qin Luo's expression turned solemn. His hands moved in unison, and the spiritual flames in his hands burned fiercely, constantly compressing and condensing until they completely dyed his palms a piece of jade.
He then slammed out his palm, imbued with spiritual flames, and charged towards the oncoming surge of spiritual energy. The collision unleashed a powerful energy shockwave, causing ripples to spread through the surrounding air.
Zhong Mo sneered disdainfully. After unleashing that incredibly powerful burst of spiritual energy, his gaze was fixed on Xia Zihan's disappearing figure in the distance. His spiritual energy surged once more, and he moved, preparing to chase after Xia Zihan.
However, just as he was about to set off, a purple phantom suddenly emerged from the violent surge of spiritual energy like a ghost.
The speed was so fast that it left a blur, arriving in front of him in the blink of an eye. A pair of hands, dyed emerald green by spiritual flames, were now radiating a heart-palpitatingly scorching heat, rapidly magnifying in Zhong Mo's eyes.
Zhong Mo was slightly surprised, not expecting that a mere cultivator at the first stage of the Spirit Vortex Realm could withstand his attack.
Despite his surprise, Zhong Mo remained calm. A faint green aura emanated from his hand as he fearlessly met the scorching hot jade palm.
The moment their palms touched, the emerald green spiritual energy and the scorching spiritual flames intertwined, emitting a hissing sound, as if two extreme forces were engaged in a fierce battle. A powerful energy wave spread outwards from them.
Bang!
The two were thrown back by the immense impact.
Qin Luo felt an overwhelming force strike him, and his body flew backward like a kite with a broken string. He was knocked back hundreds of meters in the air before his spiritual energy dissipated, allowing him to dissipate the force.
He then looked at Zhong Mo not far away with a serious expression, shook his slightly numb arm, and thought to himself that this guy's casual palm strike was more than twice as strong as the palm strike Xia Qi used to test him in the small town.
Zhong Mo, who was far away, was also shaken back several steps by the impact. At the same time, a hot current flowed up his arm, but he suppressed the discomfort in an instant with his profound spiritual power.
"There's something strange about this kid."
Zhong Mo thought to himself, logically speaking, a cultivator at the Spirit Vortex Realm shouldn't be able to withstand an attack from him, who was at the late stage of the Soul Contract Realm. You must know that after entering the Soul Contract Realm, the difference between each minor realm is like heaven and earth in terms of the quality and abundance of spiritual energy.
Not to mention the mere Spirit Vortex Realm. Compared to the Soul Contract Realm, the Spirit Vortex Realm is like a tender child facing a powerful giant.
But this kid in front of him not only blocked his attack, but also found an opportunity to counterattack. This made Zhong Mo re-evaluate Qin Luo. The contempt in his eyes disappeared instantly, replaced by a rare sense of caution.
His ability to secure a place in the Western Regions was not only due to his formidable strength, but also to his meticulous and cautious nature.
With that thought stopped, Zhong Mo no longer held back, and his spiritual energy surged wildly within him.
He quickly changed hand seals, and a ball of dark green light flickered and danced at his fingertips. Then, the light quickly condensed at his fingertips, writhing like a living thing and emitting a nauseating odor.
Qin Luo's expression darkened as he sensed the powerful fluctuations of spiritual energy from afar, realizing that the mysterious man was about to get serious.
Immediately, Qin Luo took a deep breath, and a series of hand seals appeared in his hands. Instantly, the spiritual energy within his body surged like a rushing river, converging towards his palm.
The purple aura, like strands of silk, hung down from the palm of the hand and then blended together.
In a short moment, a dazzling purple sphere of light gradually condensed in Qin Luo's palm, the light shimmering as if it contained countless starlight.
Zhong Mo's eyes sharpened as he locked onto Qin Luo, and the dark green light at his fingertips transformed into a poison needle.
The poisoned needle, like a black lightning bolt, sliced through the air with a sharp whistling sound; its speed was so great that it was almost impossible to react.
Where the poisoned needle passed, the air seemed to be corroded, leaving a faint mark.
At the same time, Qin Luo also gripped the purple light sphere with both hands, and the purple light sphere instantly transformed into countless dazzling purple rays of light, shooting towards Zhong Mo like exploding stars.
These beams of light, with astonishing speed and unstoppable force, ripped through the sky, tearing the air apart with a whooshing sound wherever they went.
In the blink of an eye, the poison needle collided with the purple light.
But the expected fierce impact didn't come. Given the difference in their cultivation levels, the purple light, like fragile glass, was swiftly shattered by the attack of this deep, poisonous needle in an instant. The light vanished without a trace, as if it had never existed.
A slight smile played on Zhong Mo's lips, as if the situation was already decided. However, when he saw the massive purple glow gathering above Qin Luo's head as he served, his smile froze instantly.
At this moment, Qin Luo remained calm as he watched the approaching, venomous needle, and changed the hand seals in his hands.
As Qin Luo silently recited "Purple Star Breaks," he clasped his hands together.
Above their heads, the ten-zhang-sized orb that had been formed long ago suddenly trembled, and an extremely thin purple line shot out from the core of the orb.
The purple line may seem tiny, but wherever it passes, it cuts a fine yet deep crack in the air it traverses, and the surrounding spiritual energy is thrown into chaos by its powerful suction.
The purple line, moving with superhuman speed, arrived first and collided directly with the oncoming poison needle. At the moment of contact, instead of a deafening roar, an eerie silence fell.
The dark green light on the poison needle began to dim rapidly. The once unstoppable poison needle crumbled inch by inch under the touch of the purple line, and then it was directly dispersed. Immediately afterwards, the purple line shot fiercely towards Zhong Mo in the distance.
In the blink of an eye, it arrived in front of Zhong Mo!
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