"Named Chunyangzi, he believes his Sword Dao can quell disasters. If I hadn't deliberately guided him, he'd probably still be wasting his efforts."
The Demon Ancestor chewed on dozens of souls, laughing loudly: "How can mortals control the Master of Time, so ridiculous, so ridiculous!"
Li Mo squinted his eyes, a flash of killing intent crossed them.
He pointed a finger at the sword blade.
The dark clouds behind him dispersed, revealing a bright full moon hanging overhead.
Taoist Intent [Time]
The Demon Ancestor felt time come to a standstill, as Li Mo passed him by neither quickly nor slowly. The moon in the sky merged into the Sword Tomb.
"Calming the Storm."
Li Mo whispered softly, and a sword mark appeared at the center of the Demon Ancestor's body.
Crack.
The Demon Ancestor's body fell to both sides, the cut was incredibly smooth.
