Does anyone actually Believes That My Master Is A Mortal?

Within the Demon Tribe.

Countless members of the Demon Race were besieging a man.

That man was dragging a Profound Iron Coffin with one hand, smashing it around wildly, while throwing punches with the other, hammering down on any Demon he caught, displaying exceptional brutality.

This man was none other than Lin Mo.

At this moment, Lin Mo was far more ferocious than ever before.

In his eyes, there was nothing but the intent to kill and to fight.

His attacks were ruthless to the extreme, all offense and no defense, like a madman.

If one were to always attack with no thought for defense, that would normally be ineffective, as one could simply overwhelm Lin Mo by sheer numbers.

However, Lin Mo also had the Burial Sky Coffin with him.

Everywhere Lin Mo went, if he encountered a member of the Demon Race, he would kill them.

After the Demons died, their souls and spirits would be absorbed by the Burial Sky Coffin.

The Coffin would occasionally feed back to Lin Mo.

When Lin Mo was injured, it would directly repair his wounds.

Having the Burial Sky Coffin, which acted like a power bank,

Lin Mo could afford to be all offense and no defense.

And he had grown accustomed to only attacking.

Lin Mo also figured out a fighting style that was uniquely his.

Moreover, Lin Mo possessed the Bahuang War Body, born for battle.

With all these enhancements,

Lin Mo had the power to challenge those at the Tribulation Transcending Stage.

It was for this reason

that Lin Mo could currently fight against countless members of the Demon Race and remain unbeaten.

"Who exactly are you? My Puluo Tribe has offended you in what way?"

The chieftain of the Demon Tribe had an extremely grim expression.

He had no idea what was going on.

This man charged in and started slaughtering Demons on sight.

He did not remember offending the man before him in the slightest.

"Die!!"

Lin Mo did not give any explanation and, upon hearing the chieftain speak, he immediately smashed the coffin towards him.

Seeing this,

the chieftain hurriedly dodged.

Even though he was at the Tribulation Transcendence Stage,

he could not withstand a blow from the Burial Sky Coffin.

The Coffin was too peculiar.

Mana could not oppose it.

Mana that came into contact with the Coffin would automatically be repelled, forcing them to take hits from the Coffin directly.

However, the Burial Sky Coffin was exceedingly heavy, and aside from Lin Mo, its owner, who could disregard its weight, everyone else had to face the full brunt of the Coffin's mass.

Therefore, the chieftain dared not to take a hit from the Burial Sky Coffin.

The chieftain avoided a strike from the Burial Sky Coffin.

He flew up into the air and looked down from afar at the scene of the Demons besieging Lin Mo.

He intended to observe Lin Mo's way of fighting closely,

to find a weakness,

and to take Lin Mo down in one fell swoop.

The chieftain began to watch Lin Mo.

As time ticked away,

Lin Mo did not show the slightest sign of fatigue; on the contrary, he became even more vigorous.

Many members of the Demon Race fell at his hands.

"This is truly bizarre, what sort of freak is this?"

The chieftain was perplexed.

He continued to watch Lin Mo.

The more he observed, the more shocked he became.

He discovered that not only did Lin Mo not seem to tire, but his energy seemed to improve during the battle.

"This will not do! Although I do not know why this person holds a grudge against our tribe, we must stop him here and now, otherwise my tribe won't survive!"

A fierce killing intent rose within the chieftain's heart.

He hesitated no longer, raised his weapon, and charged towards Lin Mo below.

...

This grand battle lasted several days.

Lin Mo grew stronger as the battle waged on; with the Bahuang War Body and the Burial Sky Coffin, his endurance could be described as invincible.

The members of the Demon Race, even in great numbers, could not gain any advantage.

After a long and fierce battle,

Lin Mo made another breakthrough.

His cultivation levels reached the Middle Phase of the Divinity Transformation Realm.

Upon the breakthrough,

the tide of battle swiftly changed.

Lin Mo began a massacre.

One after another, members of the Demon Race died under Lin Mo's fists.

At this point, the Demons had also become enraged to the point of blindness.

They did not retreat, much less seek reinforcements.

They were determined to kill Lin Mo.

Until the last member of the tribe was in battle.

The Demon Race did not retreat half a step.

Courage is good...

But the price was that Lin Mo alone slaughtered the entire tribe of the Demon Race.

In the silent and broken Demon Tribe,

Lin Mo, dragging the coffin, knelt on the ground, breathing heavily.

His robe was dyed red with blood, and even his face was stained with blood traces.

He did not use a spell to clean up.

He let the bloodstains remain.

The Demon Race would not perish, and he would never clean these bloodstains.

The blood of these members of the Demon Race, he wanted to keep, to let those from the Demon Race understand his wrath, to regret having laid hands on his Respected Master.

Revenge was in Lin Mo's heart.

Hum...

The coffin in Lin Mo's hand vibrated slightly.

Then it opened a small gap.

He began to devour the souls of many members of the Demon Race.

After the devouring was completed,

The Burial Sky Coffin closed again.

A surge of pure energy emerged from the Burial Sky Coffin, quickly entering Lin Mo's body.

Boom!

A noise thundered.

Lin Mo once again made a breakthrough, reaching the Late Phase of the Divinity Transformation Realm.

The breakthrough left Lin Mo with no joy.

His expression was very calm.

Calm to a somewhat terrifying degree.

Clang.

Lin Mo dragged the chain attached to the coffin, preparing to set off again, in search of those from the Demon Race.

He was just about to act.

Suddenly, a huge figure flew across the firmament above.

It was a Golden-Winged Dapeng.

Demon Race!

Lin Mo sensed the presence of the Demon Race, and the ferocity in his eyes surged again.

"Junior Brother!"

The Golden-Winged Dapeng landed, and a voice from its back called out, causing Lin Mo to be stunned.

Lin Mo looked up.

Sitting atop the Golden-Winged Dapeng was none other than his senior brother, Li Cheng.

And this Golden-Winged Dapeng was Jin Yu.

"Brother Li, Jin... Daoist Jin..."

Lin Mo spoke in a daze.

"It really is you, Junior Brother. I heard the news back in the Golden-Winged Peng Ancestral Land, saying that at the edge of the Demon Race territory, there was a member of the Human Race dragging a coffin and slaughtering the members of the Demon Race everywhere. I guessed it was you, and indeed it is."

Li Cheng said with some surprise.

Upon hearing this,

Lin Mo did not respond.

His gaze became vacant for a moment.

Thump...

The next moment, Lin Mo knelt on both knees, giving Li Cheng a heavy kowtow.

"Junior Brother, what are you doing..."

Li Cheng was startled.

He quickly tried to help Lin Mo up.

But Lin Mo simply refused to get up.

"Senior Brother, the Respected Master... the Respected Master has passed away..."

Lin Mo said with trembling voice.

When he finished saying this,

His complexion turned pale.

"What? The Respected Master has passed away? Junior Brother, this joke isn't funny."

Li Cheng paused, then immediately waved his hand and said.

Seeing Li Cheng's disbelief,

Lin Mo could only suppress the discomfort and told Li Cheng everything that happened.

Thump thump thump!

When Lin Mo finished speaking, he kept silent and kept kowtowing frantically, as if Chu Yuan's 'death' were his fault.

Li Cheng and Jin Yu, having heard the entire story, were completely stunned, standing motionless.

The Respected Master...

The Respected Master is gone?

When they recovered their senses,

They were overwhelmed with a feeling of shock.

A moment later, a sense of sorrow permeated their hearts...

For Li Cheng, Chu Yuan had given him a life-changing favor, a debt as heavy as a mountain.

For Jin Yu, Chu Yuan's help had been enormous, and his kindness could not be lessened either.

Now hearing this news, how could their emotions not be complex...