Does anyone actually Believes That My Master Is A Mortal?

Within the Dragon Carriage.

After ending the conversation with the artificial intelligence, Chu Yuan let out Taotie.

As soon as Taotie emerged, it prostrated before Chu Yuan, knocking its head on the ground several times.

Then it lay in the corner, muttering endlessly about eating.

Chu Yuan was completely baffled by this.

But he was too lazy to get involved.

After all, the artificial intelligence had told him.

Just bring Taotie back and keep it as a pet.

The tutorial had come out, so there was no need for him to say anything more.

Chu Yuan just sat in the seat of honor.

And his team was on its way back to the Palace of Ten Thousand Demons.

...

Several days later.

Nearing the land of the Palace of Ten Thousand Demons.

Before Chu Yuan returned.

A message suddenly reached his hand.

It caught his attention.

The message spoke of matters concerning Lin Mo.

According to the latest intelligence, several people who had been secretly observing Lin Mo seemed to have perished, suspected to have been done in by Lin Mo.

This Lin Mo appeared to have gone mad, beginning to slaughter wildly.

This time, the targets of his slaughter were not merely the Demon Tribe, but an all-out massacre.

According to the message,

Wherever Lin Mo went, he would slaughter, showing no mercy to any Demon Tribe member.

Countless Demon Tribes had already fallen to Lin Mo's hands to date.

Even several small Demon Tribe clans were no more.

A medium-sized clan had also been exterminated.

The message urged Chu Yuan to make a swift decision on how to handle this situation.

The person delivering the message was very afraid of Lin Mo.

More precisely, they were terrified by Lin Mo's rate of growth.

They said that if Lin Mo were allowed to continue growing, he might truly overturn the Demon Race.

Hence, they requested Chu Yuan to send a Demon General to deal with him.

When Chu Yuan learned of this message, he too was at a loss for words.

"This Lin Mo has truly fallen into madness, slaughtering everywhere, this disciple is finished for sure, but..."

Chu Yuan sighed softly.

Yet, he couldn't bear to see his disciple become like this.

But there was nothing he could do about it.

"Perhaps, this is just the nature of the Cultivation Realm, isn't it?"

Chu Yuan shook his head, filled with many emotions.

It was completely beyond his power to choose otherwise.

Either he had to lower his own Realm,

Or this disciple had to fall into demonic possession.

He could only choose one of the two.

If he had a Realm, he could afford to give one up to cultivate his disciple.

After all, the current rule of Realm is that by nurturing one talent, you lose just a minor Realm.

But now he didn't even have a Realm to begin with, he was just a will-body, so there was nothing else he could do.

He was truly afraid that if he continued to fall further, he would end up not even having a will-body.

If he lost even his will-body, what would be left of him?

Chu Yuan couldn't bear the thought.

He feared that without his will-body, he might just dissipate.

"I can only sacrifice Lin Mo."

Chu Yuan took a deep breath, then called a Demon General to pass down the order that none from the Demon Race should harm Lin Mo.

After doing this, he returned to his seat, waiting for his team to arrive back at the Palace of Ten Thousand Demons.

...

Meanwhile.

Within the territory of a small Demon Race clan.

Lin Mo, dragging the Burial Sky Coffin with one hand, stepped out of this territory step by step.

As he walked,

A murderous aura surged around him, enveloping all directions, making him look like a demon who had crawled out of an unfathomable abyss, exceedingly terrifying.

Since slaughtering countless members of the Demon Race,

The killing intent on Lin Mo had condensed to an extremely terrifying degree.

This kind of killing intent was beyond conventional expression.

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The level of concentration had reached a transformative state.

Within it, a terrifying majesty brewed from the murderous aura.

It caused others who looked at Lin Mo to involuntarily tremble inside, feeling as if their very life instincts were being threatened.

Especially the Demon Race.

Those whose realms were lower than Lin Mo's would naturally feel a sense of fear upon seeing him, lacking the courage to make a move against him.

Even those whose realms were higher felt suppressed in the face of such murderous aura.

This murderous aura was truly terrifying to the extreme.

To kill one is a crime.

To slaughter ten thousand is to be a king.

To slaughter ten million is to be the king of kings.

Lin Mo's entire realm had almost entirely been achieved through battle and slaughter.

With the enhancement of the murderous aura, his combat power had become too strong, too strong indeed.

And most importantly, Lin Mo also possessed the Burial Sky Coffin.

In multiple situations,

Lin Mo could even become invincible below the Immortal Realm.

Of course, this invincibility was excluding those abnormal beings of the Mahayana Realm.

That day, Lin Mo stepped out.

He arrived at an open space, gently patted his body, and instantly swept off all the dust and bloodstains.

Only after he had made himself spotless did he look around.

He hesitated for a moment.

Then, determining a direction, he made a respectful gesture.

"Senior Brother, please show yourself."

Lin Mo spoke in a steady voice.

"Junior Brother's cultivation level has indeed improved quickly; you can actually sense your brother's presence?"

A voice carried over.

The next moment, Li Cheng's figure stepped forward from that direction, his eyes full of surprise as he looked at Lin Mo.

He had not expected his junior brother to be able to detect him.

After being surprised for a while,

Li Cheng was filled with emotion.

He had personally witnessed this junior brother's growth.

This junior brother was truly extraordinary.

His growth speed was like riding on a rocket, fueled by slaughter, he had forcefully reached this level.

What was most frightening was that this junior brother had a very steady and strong cultivation.

"Senior Brother flatters me, even if I improve further, I couldn't possibly defeat Senior Brother."

Lin Mo shook his head slightly as he spoke.

"That is true,"

Li Cheng nodded, feeling that it made sense.

Lin Mo: "?"

Senior Brother, can't you be a bit more modest? Even if it's true, can't you phrase it more tactfully? Why so earnest in your response?

"Senior Brother, what do you think, with my current combat power, what would the odds be if we fought?"

"About fifty-fifty, I suppose."

"Really?"

"It should be false..."

"So what are the actual odds?"

"Forty-sixty?"

"Hmm?"

"Thirty-seventy?"

"Ah?"

"Then it's twenty-eighty!"

"So what exactly are the odds?"

"Forget it, Junior Brother, I'll lay it out for you, zero to a hundred, you don't stand a chance."

With such an answer,

Lin Mo fell into thought.

Zero to a hundred?

Did he really not have even the slightest chance?

"Junior Brother, the Faith Incense Power I possess is really strong. With it, you simply have no chance, so this isn't a question of strength, do you understand?"

Li Cheng explained helplessly.

"So you're saying, it's still a matter of birth."

Lin Mo waved his hand and said.

"That's one way to put it, but let's not talk about that for now. Junior Brother, let's first discuss our strategy against the Demon Race..."

Li Cheng wanted to change the subject...

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