Chapter 65

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The old man's crimson eyes were cold and sinister. His towering body sank, and the crimson fire clouds around him grew rapidly, rising to the sky. Standing in the center of the burning fire clouds, he resembled a king, momentarily overpowering the woman's dark blue aura.

"Flame King," said Lotus of the Netherworld, her voice ethereal and cold, like ice that had never melted. Her dark blue aura was thick and misty, appearing ethereal yet solid, with a dignified presence. Her voice echoed, "You should die!"

If the woman's dark blue aura were white, one might think she was a celestial being descended from heaven. However, she was more like a peerless beauty in a secluded valley.

It turned out the old man was called Flame King, a nickname that was quite intimidating.

Lotus of the Netherworld took a step forward, then another. With two steps, her dark blue aura surged, increasing several times over. Wherever she passed, not a blade of grass could survive. It seemed she was determined to kill Flame King today.

Enraged, Flame King released his dark blue aura, enveloping a few yards around him with his fiery aura. Fire clouds billowed, and a massive handprint descended from the sky, striking Lotus of the Netherworld with a force that seemed capable of crushing mountains.

Lotus of the Netherworld rose into the air, her feet lightly touching the ground. She calmly raised her hand, and countless dark blue auras, nearly black, surged up, forming numerous black arms that rose from the ground.

They resembled hellish demons, with sharp, pointed claws, tearing and entangling. In just two breaths, the terrifying fiery handprint was shattered.

The two powerful figures used countless brilliant moves, leaving Chen Mo entranced, momentarily forgetting the danger and almost applauding in admiration.

"Hmph!"

Flame King's nose emitted two wisps of scorching white vapor, and his hair caught fire, as if countless fire snakes were writhing and roaring. He grabbed the air with his large hand, and countless fiery auras gathered around him, forming a scorching iron palm, more solid than before.

As he moved, his palm turned into a fist, smashing down with great force.

"Boom!"

Lotus of the Netherworld, agile as she was, wouldn't be so easily hit. She decisively dodged, using her agility to escape.

When Chen Mo was once again dazed by the explosion, the area had turned into a ten-yard-wide, red-hot crater.

"Crack!"

The scattered force was densely packed in the crater, cracking the ground like countless small snakes. A crack extended to the tree where Chen Mo was hiding, and a hot breath of air spewed out.

Chen Mo saw the red, lava-like substance inside and almost thought there was an active volcano underground.

Chen Mo suddenly came to his senses. The surrounding grass and trees had turned to dust, leaving only the ancient tree where he was hiding standing alone.

Indeed, he had been caught in the crossfire...

Another wave of heat rolled over, but at the same time, a cold chill mixed in. The contrast between ice and fire made him even more fearful.

Indeed, as the rumors said, only a先天 (Xiantian) could defeat another Xiantian.

"Thousand Lotus Heart Invading Hand."

"Flame King Slash!"

The two powerful figures almost simultaneously unleashed their ultimate moves.

The dark blue techniques collided, heat and cold battling endlessly. A strong wind suddenly arose, and the deafening explosion shook the ground, forming a ball of hurricane that swept up countless swirling dust and sand, like a natural disaster.

Within a dozen yards, the energy exploded in all directions.

At this moment, Chen Mo's heart tightened, and his Great Brightness Dark Blue Qi suddenly surged, spreading out with the waves of energy. Like a tiny willow leaf in a storm, he was pushed outward.

Now was the time to escape, not a moment to waste.

Behind him, the fire aura was like a knife, and the dark blue aura was like an arrow, exploding and shooting to the ground, creating numerous craters and raising dust that was constantly being stirred up.

Fortunately, before leaving, he had put the incredibly defensive Little Eight on his back. Its shell, covered in intricate patterns, withstood the onslaught of the dark blue aura.

He dashed away like a streak of smoke.

After escaping dozens of yards, Chen Mo had the strength to look back.

He heard Flame King's roar from the sky, "Toxic Guanyin! You've gone too far, I'll fight you to the death..."

He saw the two figures battling in the sky, the Xiantian able to fly so high and far, clearly not the work of ordinary Xiantian.

From a distance, he could only see a red and a black figure locked in combat.

But tragedy struck. The two experts, while fighting, used the momentum to move quickly toward the direction Chen Mo was fleeing.

With a loud boom, the two figures collided, separated, and retreated over ten yards, landing on either side of Chen Mo like two towers.

When Lotus of the Netherworld landed, her dress fluttered, and her dark blue aura swirled around her. When the energy burst, her black hair flew up, revealing her captivating eyes.

The cold and chilling aura made one shiver.

Flame King, in tattered clothes, with a trickle of blood at the corner of his mouth, was panting heavily, clearly at a disadvantage.

Lotus of the Netherworld rose gracefully, her flowing energy lifting her dark blue dress, like a long, misty fringe. She looked cold and ethereal, like a ghost or a royal princess with a stern gaze.

Chen Mo, only seven or eight yards away from the two, though ignored, did not dare to make any sudden moves. He held his breath, focused his mind, and tried to lower his presence as much as possible.

He prayed, "Lotus of the Netherworld, after you kill, please leave quickly. Ignore me, please ignore me."

Suddenly, Chen Mo敏锐地察觉到Flame King's eyes had a hint of a sinister smile. A terrible feeling surged into his mind like lava.

Flame King's eyes turned blood red, and he let out a roar like a fierce ghost. The sound was like a thousand ghosts howling, carrying waves of sound that surged continuously.

Chen Mo, even though only slightly affected, felt dizzy, his vision blackened, and his temples throbbed.

In a daze, he saw Flame King's fiery aura surge, and he rose into the air.

"Inferno Demon Break."

Lotus of the Netherworld was also affected by the ghostly howl. However, in a battle between experts, even the slightest difference could be crucial.

When the palm print, enveloped in scorching flames, came rolling down, leaving no place to hide, Lotus of the Netherworld moved. Her expression showed no fear, and her dark blue aura surged, like rolling clouds, continuous and unending.

Her delicate fingers moved like blooming lotus flowers, forming mysterious hand seals. In the ethereal dark blue mist, they moved quickly, creating layers of arm and finger shadows, like countless dark blue lotus petals.

The surrounding dark blue aura also transformed into the same shape, forming a black lotus that continuously bloomed and grew petals. The black lotus shadow was enormous, about two yards wide, dark and ink-like, filled with a deathly and withering aura. It seemed to come from the hellish marsh.

"Extinction Lotus." The lotus rose from the ground, and two dark blue silk ribbons were lifted with the momentum of Chang'e flying to the moon.

In a split second, everything happened.

The lotus rose rapidly, and a comet, enveloped in rolling flames, descended from the sky.

The lotus suddenly closed, perfectly engulfing it, forming a large, swollen bud.

In a split second, everything was completed in a flash.

"Thump." "Thump." "Thump."

Chen Mo's heart beat three times, and everything in the world seemed to stop.

Boom~

As Flame King's palm struck her chest, the black lotus bloomed again, even more brilliantly, like a stunning firework. Countless dark red auras spread across the ground, like silk ribbons extending wildly.

Chen Mo, feeling suffocated, his pupils shrinking to pinpoints, felt the breath of death. He turned and ran like a madman, not daring to be caught in the aftermath of such a terrifying collision.

Lotus of the Netherworld was truly a madwoman, fighting to the death without regard for her own life.

Grandma, if you want to die, don't take me with you.

Just as he left, the explosion's shockwave swept over, turning the grass and trees to ash.

From a high vantage point, a deep black lotus bloomed on the ground. Wherever it bloomed, the flying ash rose like black crows, a deathly and eerie light.

Lightning fast,

Chen Mo darted out like a bolt of lightning, using the willow leaf technique, never looking back. His hands moved rapidly, leaving a trail of dust as he fled.

All the dust and debris slowly settled, and everything returned to calm.

Not knowing how long he had run, he didn't dare to stop.

Until he reached the outskirts of a town, he leaned against an ancient tree, panting heavily. It was truly a narrow escape, a matter of life and death. He was extremely lucky, just a little more, and he would have been a tragic casualty.

He was still weak and powerless, like a drunk who had just sobered up, the alcohol still affecting him.

Chen Mo found a safe and hidden place outside the city, resting and practicing for two days until he fully recovered before preparing to enter the town.

He had to admit, watching the battle between the two experts was dangerous, but not without benefits. He gained many insights, and many unclear aspects of cultivation became clear.

If he could fully digest these experiences, it would greatly help his cultivation of techniques and skills.

Reflecting on the extraordinary prowess of the two experts, it was truly enviable. Even Qu Xinghe would be slightly inferior in comparison. One day, I, Chen Mo, will be that powerful.

Chen Mo's eyes glowed with a fiery light as he walked determinedly toward the town.

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