The intense sense of oppression made Yingzi, Wu Yihan, Qiyue, and others feel somewhat uncomfortable. Even Fang Tangjing and Liang Yuan, who had just stepped into the Moon Wheel Realm, could not resist it. Lin
Mo pinched a Dharma Seal in his hand, and immediately the powerful oppressive feeling disappeared. "
Hmm?" The Qingxuan Sect Master slightly furrowed his brow, stunned for a moment, not expecting Lin Mo to break his suppression so easily. "
Lin Mo, a few years ago, if the Guiding Envoy hadn't appeared, I could have killed you at that time," the Qingxuan Sect Master said coldly. "
Is that so? Do you think you can defeat me now?"
Lin Mo asked.
"Haha, you've cultivated for so many years, yet you are merely at the Late Innate Stage, without even opening the Divine Storage. Killing you would be easy for me," the Qingxuan Sect Master clenched his fists, his gaze sharp as arrows aimed directly at Lin Mo.
