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From afar, hearing Zhong Lihe’s call, Chen Mo frowned slightly, wondering what the old man was shouting about.
But he couldn’t afford to pay attention now. He looked up at the sky, his pupils slightly contracting, his expression showing a hint of gravity.
"This is..."
Clang—
The swords and blades inserted into the ground started to tremble vigorously, emitting waves of buzzing.
Vast Evil Qi surged out like a blood river flowing backward, gathering at the dome above. From the scarlet vortex, faintly came a soul-stirring scream!
Whoosh—
A gust of eerie wind howled, the blood mist obscured his vision.
When his sight returned, the Mountain of Blades and Tomb of Swords had already disappeared, leaving a blood-soaked battlefield in view, as if he were standing on the ancient battlefield!
Numerous mutilated bodies broke through the soil, crawling onto the high platform, continuously tearing and gnawing at Chen Mo’s flesh!
Although he knew it was an illusion, the piercing pain and the nauseating stench were too real, easily breaking through anyone’s psychological defenses!
Boom!
Chen Mo detonated his acupoint, Qi Blood Power rushed through his body.
His muscles bulged, veins protruded, tearing the clinging corpses from his body, ripping them directly into pieces!
The decayed black, odorous blood splattered onto him, strangely arousing a sense of exhilaration.
The second, the third...
Kill, kill, kill, kill!
Chen Mo’s eyes gradually stained with blood red, his expression more ferocious, beneath him already piled with severed limbs and broken bones.
But the number of corpses here reached tens of thousands. Relying purely on brute force was impossible to kill them all; soon, the blood-soaked battlefield completely engulfed him!
However, in the eyes of outsiders, only Chen Mo stood alone on the blue high platform, hands waving in the air, gradually approaching the stone platform’s edge.
The gleaming blades below glimmered coldly; falling would inevitably lead to a fate of being pierced by thousands of blades!
Zhong Lihe’s brows furrowed, "Is this as far as he can go?"
This Mountain of Blades and Tomb of Swords consisted of thirty-three layers; the first thirty tempered the body, while the last three tested the heart.
Initially, it was the physical frame being tempered, but these last three stone steps tested one’s temperament... And while Jiu Zhou’s talents are numbered among the multitudes, most were merely brief spectacles, eventually fading into the crowd. Only unwavering belief is the key to reaching the end!
"Knocking the Mystical Gate, breaking the life and death ordeal, only then will the Dao Heart forge the blade-less strength..."
"Since the Heavenly Martial Arena opened, no one has yet successfully reached the top. What Chen Mo has achieved is already astonishing; maybe I’ve been hoping for too much..."
Zhong Lihe chuckled self-deprecatingly.
But still, a hint of unrealistic hope lingered.
Although that Princess surely could do it, she chose to abandon midway... If Chen Mo could take this step, it would be extremely significant!

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