964 The Might of the Heavenly Fire (2/2)

He coldly laughed. He had previously predicted that Xue Chu would most likely go all out with no regard for his life and would not easily let Mo Wen go. As expected...

However, Mo Wen had already left himself a way out. How could he let Xue Chu do as he pleased?

Xue Chu had not noticed that Mo Wen, who had used the Thousand Mile Talisman to teleport himself away, had left behind something else. It had not been teleported away with him.

A Thunderbolt Talisman!

Below the Blood Buddha, an ancient spiritual talisman floated quietly. On the spiritual talisman, there were thin streaks of lightning leaping on it. Originally, this item was very obvious. However, be it Xue Chu or the Dual Evils Black and White, they had focused all their attention on Mo Wen, so they had not noticed this spiritual talisman at all.

A thousand miles away, Mo Wen focused his will. The Thunderbolt Talisman immediately became a bolt of lightning and shot up into the sky, instantly piercing the heavens. At the same time, dark clouds filled the sky and a sea of lightning bizarrely appeared. The power contained within the sea of lightning was enough to startle a Primordial Soul Realm cultivator.

Rumble!

The Thunderbolt Talisman dove into the sea of lightning. The next moment, the sea of lightning transformed into a thunderbolt, crashing ferociously onto the gigantic Blood Buddha. Everything happened without warning. Even Xue Chu had not expected that he would encounter such a sudden attack.

Besides that, the might of the thunderbolt attack was practically shocking. Its power had surpassed that of an all-out attack delivered by a strong practitioner who had reached the great attainment in the Primordial Soul Realm.

The unguarded Blood Buddha dissipated slowly after being hit by the thunderbolt directly. In an instant, it had turned into dust and the sky returned to normal.

Xue Chu's figure froze on his original spot. He was expressionless, with a slightly dull gaze. He seemed puzzled and had inexplicable and complicated emotions.

Once the Blood Buddha was destroyed, his life sacrifice would naturally be terminated. It meant that he had narrowly escaped death. However, right now, he felt even worse than death. Once Mo Wen escaped, in the future… He did not dare to continue thinking about it.

For a person like Mo Wen, once they offended him, they needed to eliminate him to prevent him from coming back to seek revenge. Otherwise, the consequences would be destructive. Initially, Xue Chu was not too concerned about Mo Wen. After all, Mo Wen was just a youth, no matter how talented he was, he still needed a very long time to grow.

However, in the recent battle, he had already realized that the Blood Evil Temple's crisis was approaching.

A few hundred miles away, on top of a mountain peak, stood an elder dressed in green robes. He utilized the advantage of him being at a high place to spectate the entire battle that just occurred.

”Such a terrifying youth. He is practically horrifying. Something extremely terrible is about to happen to the Blood Evil Temple.”

This elder was none other than Zhang Huishan who had followed Mo Wen furtively from Li'an City. He regretted it slightly. He should have held fast and firmly helped the youth to fight against the Blood Evil Temple courageously. Now, he had lost a good chance to befriend the youth.

This youth was definitely not ordinary. He was destined to stand head and shoulders above the rest. Let alone his background, even with just himself, he deserved respect and fear from others.

The world shouldn't be fooled by how the Blood Evil Temple was hunting the youth now. Most likely not long after, the Blood Evil Temple would become the youth's prey.

...

A thousand miles away, the Thousand Mile Talisman was once again activated. Mo Wen disappeared from his original spot. With a few flickers, he had disappeared completely without a trace.

Half a month later, in an unnamed mountain forest, a youth dressed in white robes was sitting cross-legged at the entrance of a cave. He faced the sunlight and was meditating quietly.

This person was none other than Mo Wen who had escaped from Li'an City.

After an unknown period, he completed his meditation and opened his eyes slowly.

”At that time, I was too severely injured. Even with the aid of Vital Energy and various healing medicinal pills, most likely I will need at least a month to recover.”

Mo Wen sighed. His other injuries were still fine, but the injury caused by the recoil of the Spiritless Clean-Fire was troublesome. He didn't think he would be able to heal in a short amount of time.

However, his ability was about 80% recovered. He did not need to hide and heal his wounds anymore.

From the battle with the Blood Evil Temple, Mo Wen's greatest insight was that his cultivation was still insufficient. He might be able to dictate situations as he pleased outside, but in an Ancient Age place like the Peng Lai Immortal Realm, he was rather insignificant.

”Unfortunately, I have not cultivated an incredible release technique. Otherwise, I would not have been so pathetic in the battle that day,” Mo Wen thought.

Mo Wen's speed was very fast, even surpassing strong practitioners like Xue Chu. However, Xue Chu was not proficient at speed. Winning against him had no meaning at all. If it was a later stage Primordial Soul Realm cultivator that was proficient in flying and soaring, Mo Wen would most likely be no match for them.