Xu Mo looked at Liang Shuguang's shock-ridden face, feeling a wave of satisfaction wash over him. He had spent this entire dungeon watching Liang Shuguang flex. It was about time he flexed back.
How could you possibly know more about the Evil Gods of the Old Days than me? You really don't understand what it means to be an Old-Timer!
Right now, the faceplate of the black-and-white armor was pitch-black, indicating that Sinking Black was currently in control. The shifting patterns on the faceplate made it look increasingly hideous and mocking.
“It seems I hit the nail right on the head, didn't I?”
Liang Shuguang remained silent, staring intently at Xu Mo with a deeply bewildered look, as if he wanted to say something but hesitated.
Then, without any warning, his eyes flashed with a brilliant red light, and the unstable aura around his body surged violently like boiling water. An inhuman howl squeezed out from the depths of his throat. Liang Shuguang launched himself forward like a cannonball, charging straight at Xu Mo!
Xu Mo didn't waste any words either. Lifting the broadsword woven with black and white energy, he rushed forward to meet him!
Boom!
Liang Shuguang's body was saturated with a sinister, anomalous energy, but the sheer malevolence of the energy surrounding Xu Mo was not the least bit inferior. This time, both of them retreated several steps upon impact, and Xu Mo felt a surge of secret delight.
His new mode was indeed overpowered. Even a Prophet wielding the power of an Evil God in a frenzied state was entirely manageable. However, this state likely required Bai Feifei to enter Slaughter God Mode. Otherwise, while the pleasure was doubled, the Sanity consumption was also doubled.
He rolled his shoulders. Although the storyline progress hadn't increased, judging by Liang Shuguang's expression, he knew he wasn't spouting nonsense. There was almost certainly another matter related to the soul of an Evil God of the Old Days here.
Gripping the broadsword, he had no intention of giving his opponent a moment to breathe and charged at Liang Shuguang once more.
“There really are some things you can't say, aren't there?” Xu Mo asked with a laugh as they clashed.
Liang Shuguang's face was pale. He swung his glaive in a horizontal sweep, slamming it against the edge of the black cocoon.
It was a good thing they were dueling in a place like this. If they were outside and he had to deal with Liu Yun and that tree monster as well, Dawn City would have been in ruins.
“That works too. I'll just ask the questions!” Xu Mo parried with a downward slash, a raspy chuckle echoing from beneath his faceplate.
“So it really is a soul? Whose soul is it? Where is that thing?”
Liang Shuguang gritted his teeth and didn't answer.
But his movements were growing increasingly out of control. He swung his glaive with zero technique, clearly on the verge of following in Liu Yun's footsteps.
Yet as they fought, he suddenly raised his head. Staring intently at Xu Mo with blood-red eyes, he gritted his teeth and forced out a sentence: “If the person speaking to me right now is truly Sinking Black...”
Xu Mo was taken aback.
“You've already contained the corpses of two Evil Gods near Dawn City, haven't you?”
Xu Mo didn't deny it and smiled. “You could say that.”
Liang Shuguang grinned hideously. “Is it the heart from that coal mine... and the blood vessel from Zhulong?!”
Xu Mo was stunned. His expression instantly filled with astonishment.
How could he know this so clearly?
Did he specifically consult the Book of Answers? But as far as he knew, the Book of Answers couldn't possibly have such detailed records about the Evil Gods of the Old Days.
And based on his tone, he doesn't seem surprised at all, as if he knew from the very beginning.
Damn, this final boss of Dawn City seems to know quite a lot. It doesn't match the level of power he's currently displaying. Not bad. Aside from being a bit weak, you really haven't wasted the last thirty years.
Xu Mo felt a trace of newfound respect for Liang Shuguang, but his expression shifted in the very next second.
Wait, why is this guy saying all this? Are you trying to flex on me at a time like this? Trying to show that you've got some tricks up your sleeve too?
Instantly, Xu Mo's competitive spirit flared. Knowing he would have to kill Liang Shuguang in the end anyway, he decided to drop a bomb:
“That's right. And... they're both on me right now!”
The moment the words left his mouth, the expression on Liang Shuguang's face completely froze.
Hearing Xu Mo's reply, he felt as if he had been struck on the head with a heavy club. The glaive in his hands faltered.
They're... they're both on you?! How is that possible?!
In a clash between experts, a single moment of distraction was the greatest vulnerability. Xu Mo had no intention of letting him off easy during his lapse.
Transforming into an afterimage, Xu Mo instantly appeared at Liang Shuguang's flank, his broadsword already swinging in a wide arc.
“What? Are you shocked? Still plan on flexing in front of me?”
Boom!
The broadsword slammed heavily into Liang Shuguang. Instead of using the edge, Xu Mo batted him with the flat of the blade.
The broadsword, nearly the size of a door, struck Liang Shuguang squarely, causing the black and white energies to explode instantly!
He tumbled through the air several times before crashing against the inner wall of the black cocoon, sliding down to kneel on one knee.
He kept his head lowered, remaining silent for a long time as if completely dazed by the strike.
Far away, he slowly struggled to his feet. Though his body seemed capable of enduring any injury, he now appeared to be reaching his limit.
“Hehehe...” He chuckled softly and shook his head. “The heart and blood vessels... are nothing but minor details!”
Xu Mo: ?
Holy shit.
Are you trying to compete with me for the title of the King of Posturing?!
Everyone in the world trembles at the mere mention of the Evil Gods of the Old Days, yet you're the only one who can call them minor details at a time like this. Anyone who didn't know better would think you were at least an Eternal Sleeper!
You talk an even bigger game than He Jinfan. But regardless, to dare to flex like this in this world—I've got to respect it.
Xu Mo laughed in sheer exasperation. Planting his broadsword into the ground, he tilted his chin at Liang Shuguang.
“Fair enough. I also agree that the Real World and the Mother of All Souls don't have much dignity.”
“So what are you trying to say? Does that mean you have something even more powerful on you?”
“If you have it, pull it out and show me! Don't torture yourself, and don't be afraid. I'll take care of it myself!”
Saying this wasn't purely to mock him; it was also a form of reverse psychology.
Liang Shuguang hadn't used a single Word Soul from start to finish. There was definitely something fishy about the source of his current abilities.
He might very well be able to channel the power of an Evil God's soul or something similar.
While it should be impossible to channel an Evil God's power with such a weak level of cultivation, Xu Mo felt that Liang Shuguang might actually have a trick up his sleeve. What if?
Furthermore, the unique traits of the Evil Gods of the Old Days were extremely bizarre, and he didn't know all of them. After all, they were the ultimate ceiling of this game.
He would force him to bring it out first. If it really was impossible to deal with, worst case scenario, he would just rewind.
In response, Liang Shuguang simply stared at him before suddenly speaking in an incredibly calm tone, delivering a line that was absolutely earth-shattering.
“How do you know... that I only have one on me?”
Xu Mo: ?
Bro, you are seriously bullshitting me right now, aren't you?!
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