Three dark cloaked figures stood with their robes billowing in the wind, led by a youth with a sinister appearance, deep-set eyes, gaunt cheekbones, and sneering lips, "Miss Luo Yi, I don't want to battle the Refining God Pavilion now, but I am determined to get the treasure here."

Speaking, Wu Chong extended his ghastly white index finger, pointing at Lin Mo, "This person must also die, he will accompany my sixth junior brother in burial!"

"Wu Chong, we discovered this treasure first, why should we give it to you? If you leave now, I could pretend this never happened." Luo Yi furrowed her elegant brows, with her slightly pursed red lips showing a hint of pallor.

The three Netherworld Sect disciples before them, led by Wu Chong, were formidable - Wu Chong being the chief disciple of the sect with strength at the peak of Star System Level Early Stage, barely a step from Intermediate realm, and the two beside him newly entering the Early Stage of Star System Level. For Luo Yi's side, the odds seemed grim.

"Miss Luo Yi, if you refuse to leave, don't blame me, Wu Chong, for my ruthless ways!" Wu Chong squinted, the sharp light flickering through his pupils.

"Wu Chong, how dare you show such insolence towards the lady of the Refining God Pavilion!" At this moment, a sudden shout rang out, followed by the swift arrival of several Refining God Pavilion disciples beside Luo Yi, led by Yan Tian, including Fan Miao and four others.

Though they had numbers, apart from Yan Tian, who was half-step into the Intermediate Star System Level, the other four were all at Star Sea Level High cultivation, creating an evident disparity in power between the two sides.

"Yan Tian?" Wu Chong squinted further, revealing a touch of wilfulness, "Wasn't losing to me last time enough, here again courting death?"

Yan Tian clenched his fists tightly, his gaze flashing with cold rays, "Wu Chong, don't think just because I lost to you last time, I will always lose." Though he spoke confidently, Yan Tian knew inside that their current disparity in strength was considerable, and if a fight broke out, they'd be at a disadvantage.

"I don't want to fight you, take your Refining God Pavilion lady and leave; the treasure here and this person are mine." Wu Chong pointed at Lin Mo, the teasing light in his eyes growing more pronounced, as if toying like a cat with a mouse. To him, Lin Mo was already dead.

Yan Tian, Fan Miao, and the others' expressions slightly changed, evidently unwilling to battle the Netherworld Sect, especially over 'Lin Mo'.

"This treasure is mine; if you don't want to die here, I'll give you three seconds to leave." At this moment, a faint voice slowly spread across the desolate forest.

Almost everyone's gaze instantly focused on Lin Mo the moment this voice appeared.

"This guy... is he seeking death?" Yan Tian furrowed his brows, clenching his fists tightly. He initially planned that if Luo Yi spoke, he would risk injury to confront Wu Chong, but Lin Mo's arrogant stance seemed likely to incite Wu Chong.

"Scum, you've asked for this, but if you willingly hand over the treasure and kneel to repent now, I might be merciful enough to leave you a whole corpse." Wu Chong curled his lips in a sinister grin, his gaze shadowy like a fierce ghost, then extended his palm, strands of black fog like ghosts swirling around it, abruptly forming a massive ghostly head charged at Lin Mo.

Wu Chong, already at Intermediate Star System Level realm, was the sect's chief disciple, his true combat ability unmatched by ordinary Intermediate Star System Level experts. Seeing Wu Chong strike, Yan Tian, Fan Miao, and others' expressions shifted slightly, but none stepped in to help given their icy relations with Lin Mo.

Curiously, Luo Yi unexpectedly remained silent too, the glimmer imbuing her watery eyes sparking an idea in Yan Tian's mind – whether Lin Mo could actually defeat Wu Chong?

Yet momentarily, he dismissed this absurd notion, as Lin Mo, merely at High-level Star Sea Level cultivation, could hardly defeat a strong contender nearly at Intermediate Star System Level.

Facing the roaring ghost head, Lin Mo punched fiercely, converting his overwhelming True Yuan into a giant fist, colliding with the ghost head, shattering it into scattered black fog.

"Hmph, some tricks indeed, but today will be your demise." Wu Chong snorted coldly, not too surprised; Lin Mo could kill several elite disciples of the Netherworld Sect, he naturally had some means, albeit rather rudimentary in Wu Chong's eyes.

Amidst a shout, Wu Chong enveloped himself in dense black fog, bearing a heavy suppression as he swooped towards Lin Mo. The other two Netherworld Sect disciples stepped aside, knowing Wu Chong's pride would not permit interference, especially with a mere High-level Star Sea Level opponent.

"Demon Sound Wave Sky Burst!" Wu Chong shouted, a bizarre sound wave ruptured eardrums, rippling outward like waves. Yan Tian and others hastily protected themselves with True Yuan, yet still felt its sonic impact tightening their faces.

At the center of this demonic sonic surge, Lin Mo frowned, as the overwhelming sound waves surged like a small boat amidst a storm, any moment to capsize.

The Beast Transformation Map operated automatically, conjuring on his chest a beast head formed of countless red lines beneath his skin, spreading a strange fiery red hue. Then, the Dantian within arranged the Star Power into a mysterious pattern, the frigid True Yuan erupted along his meridians.

"Star Sky Law!" Lin Mo shouted, a small and splendid night sky slowly emerged behind him, instantly unleashing a powerful devouring force, swallowing the sound waves into the law like countless dragons.

"Huh!"

Lin Mo furrowed his brows, secretly surprised, as the Star Sky Law ran its course, he felt the suppression of the surrounding world vanish unconcealed, seemingly negated by the Star Sky Law.

"How, how, how could it be." Wu Chong in the sky showed a look of fright, his face adopting a serious countenance, then he kept forming mystical Dharma Seals with both hands, strands of purple energy rising like small snakes from within, relentlessly forming into a sword shape.

The True Yuan in the world trembled fiercely, momentarily converging towards Wu Chong's body, the whole mountain seemed to shake and sway under the violent True Yuan wave, the two Netherworld Sect disciples showed signs of amazement; this was one of the chief's ultimate moves, Lin Mo actually forced him to use his trump.

Yan Tian, Fan Miao, and others felt the breathtaking power emitted by Wu Chong, then the purple aura solidified into a huge sword, the formation of the purple giant sword dimmed heaven and earth, followed by a thunderous roar, as the colossal sword crossed space, with sky-splitting might shooting forth.

"Purple Shadow Holy Fist!" Lin Mo's eyes glimmered with brilliance, the True Yuan within surging like a tide, as a purple punch mark slammed out with unstoppable force, sound explosions reverberating along its path. 𝗳𝚛𝗲𝕖𝕨𝕖𝗯𝚗𝚘𝕧𝕖𝗹.𝗰𝗼𝕞

Wonderful continuation tomorrow.