"Arrogant!" Hearing Lin Mo's words, Fan Miao clenched his fists tightly, the True Yuan on his body violently howled out, kicking up a circle of dust around him. He was also at the High-level Star Sea Realm, and so was Lin Mo, but no one had ever dared to be so arrogant in front of him!

"Miss, it was he who provoked me first... if I don't take him on, I'm afraid the Refining God Pavilion's reputation would be tarnished." Fan Miao's gaze, sharp as a scorpion's, was fixed on Lin Mo as he gritted his teeth.

Luo Yi slightly pursed her red lips, her beautiful eyes glinting with brilliance. The Refining God Pavilion was filled with geniuses, each one carrying a sense of haughtiness, none willing to submit to the other. If they don't rely on strength to prove themselves, they would never be recognized, and even she was no exception.

"Since you want to fight, don't do it here. I think there must be somewhere like an arena in the Refining God Pavilion, right?" Lin Mo wore an indifferent expression, as if he didn't put Fan Miao in his eyes. The more he acted like this, the more Fan Miao's heart burned with towering anger.

The appearance of Fan Miao's group caught the attention of many Refining God Disciples, and soon a large crowd of idle disciples gathered to watch. The Refining God Pavilion Square had exactly a place like an arena, usually for disciples to spar.

"On this arena, kid, don't be too arrogant. Later, I'll make you kneel and beg for mercy." Fan Miao sneered, glaring at Lin Mo, his figure flitted, landing lightly in the center of the arena.

Lin Mo similarly kicked off the ground, his figure wafting towards the center of the arena like a wisp of green smoke, the two facing each other in battle.

The arena was circular, roughly several hundred feet wide, made of a special type of 'Star Tear Gold', smooth and flat, capable of withstanding the shockwaves from battles of Star System Level experts. As the two stood on the arena, some intricate and obscure Array patterns etched on the surface emitted a faint white glow, like a waterfall flowing in reverse. In an instant, it formed a semi-transparent

Light Curtain on the arena surface, to prevent the battle's shockwaves from spreading out.

"That guy dared to challenge Senior Brother Fan Miao, he must be tired of living!"

"That's Miss Luo Yi's friend. I heard he got the Green Wood Token from the Netherworld Sect..."

"Heh, who knows what despicable means he used to get the Green Wood Token. Senior Brother Fan Miao is the Great Elder's disciple... his strength is extraordinary, that kid is likely in for some trouble later!"

"God knows how he managed to get close to Miss Luo Yi..." Luo Yi was the daughter of Luo Lian, the Refining God Pavilion Master, talented and extremely beautiful. At least ninety percent of the young generation in Refining God Pavilion harbored feelings for Luo Yi. However, Luo Yi's temperament was cold, like the

Stars in the sky, dazzling yet icy. Seeing Luo Yi and Lin Mo so close now had already stirred up quite a bit of 'public anger.'

The onlookers were all Refining God Disciples, filled with confidence in Fan Miao's strength, their eyes full of pity as they looked at the black-haired, black-eyed youth on the arena, as if they had already seen Lin Mo being beaten to the point of searching for his teeth on the ground. "Heh heh, don't think just because you're close to Miss Luo Yi you can be so arrogant. Today I'll give you a proper lesson, to let you know that strength reigns supreme wherever you go." An eerie smile curled on Fan Miao's lips, and the robust

True Yuan surged out from within him, like a flood pouring out.

Rumble!

Fan Miao stomped the ground, his figure moving out like a ghost, then released a heavy punch. The formidable condensed True Yuan, like a giant hammer, tore through the air with a whistling sound.

Bang! A dull sound suddenly rang out. Lin Mo slowly extended his palm, a little glow of milky light emerged in his palm, unexpectedly catching the latter's punch barehanded, the resulting shockwave lifting all the dust from the ground, spreading in ripples visible to the naked eye.

The energy ripples spread out, colliding with the Light Curtain on the arena, causing it to tremble as it absorbed all the shockwave energy. This sudden scene made Fan Miao dazed for a moment, the contempt in his eyes vanishing instantly, replaced by a serious expression. Even someone of the same level wouldn't dare to receive his punch head-on, yet Lin Mo caught it lightly,

this made his heart skip abruptly. The watching Refining God Pavilion disciples were also stunned by this 'unexpected' scene, the pity and contempt in their eyes gradually disappearing. Of course, only Luo Yi and Zhou Xinyue held absolute confidence in Lin Mo's strength, Luo Yi merely hoped

Lin Mo would hold back a little.

"Thunder Mountain Fierce Palm!"

Fan Miao gritted his teeth, skidding backward, then his palms amassed a concentrated True Yuan, power of thunder and lightning swirling around them, then brought with endless pressure as he attacked Lin Mo.

In the face of Fan Miao's martial arts technique, Lin Mo moved, similarly condensing his chilly True Yuan onto his arm, without displaying any particular martial arts, the icy True Yuan enveloping his arm, his fist like frost.

The moment the fists and palms collided, a more intense shockwave spread out, and then a figure flew out, it was Fan Miao, his back heavily crashing onto the Light Curtain, bouncing back onto the arena. Fan Miao's face was pale, his eyes showing a hint of fear, pupils slightly contracting... clearly, he underestimated his opponent's strength, Lin Mo had defeated him without even using martial arts, Fan Miao's face looked as if it was painted with white wax,

vomiting a mouthful of fresh blood.

The outcome caused the crowd around the arena to gasp, Fan Miao's defeat left them equally shocked.

"If you don't have the skills, don't challenge others." Lin Mo's gaze was indifferent, his fingertips gathered a sharp True Yuan. 𝚏𝗿𝗲𝐞𝚠𝕖𝐛𝗻𝗼𝐯𝕖𝚕.𝚌𝗼𝗺

Fan Miao gritted his teeth, now completely humiliated... and seemingly Lin Mo had no intention of letting him go easily, fear crept into his eyes. "This friend, Fan Miao is my junior brother, he was out of line just now, may I ask you to show mercy!" At that moment, a figure suddenly appeared on the arena, a youth in white robes, handsome in appearance, although speaking politely, his tone carried an

air of authority. "Those who make mistakes must bear some punishment!" Lin Mo didn't even glance at the latter, his fingertip's blade-like True Yuan lashed out, accompanied by a sharp screech and a miserable scream, True Yuan piercing a bloody hole through Fan Miao's knee, fresh blood spurted out.

The white-clothed youth's face changed dramatically, his sword eyebrows knitted, evidently not expecting Lin Mo to give him no face at all, and even piercing Fan Miao's kneecap on the spot, this was undoubtedly a slap to his face, considering Fan Miao was his junior brother. "Useless waste, quickly take him down for healing." the white-clothed youth coldly shouted, immediately two disciples who came with Fan Miao quickly flitted onto the arena, hurriedly carrying Fan Miao away, then the white-clothed youth turned around, his gaze sharp as a knife fixed on Lin Mo, "This friend is not weak, but today's matter, I, Yan Tian, will remember."