Chapter 262 - Ten Breaths
Mo Spirit Weapon Workshop.
Su Zimo assumed a lotus position in his room, using the breathing and expiration method of the Organs Refinement section while refining the essence energy of the dragon egg in his body.
With each breath and expiration, a strong demonic qi would be released from Su Zimo’s mouth and nose, permeating through the room and morphing into various beasts.
Some spread their wings and soared into the skies while others raised their heads and roared. All of them had different forms and were divinely extraordinary!
Su Zimo sat silently in the middle of the thousands of beasts, motionless as he exuded a terrifying aura that was above all life, sending chills down one’s spine.
It was late at night and Nian Qi had already fallen asleep in her room, leaving only Night Spirit beside Su Zimo.
All of a sudden!
Su Zimo jolted awake from his cultivation and opened his eyes, causing two cold lights to shine momentarily in the night.
The sole fact that he was able to customize supreme-grade spirit weapons was enough to confer Mo Ling the title of the number one Weapon Refinement Master in the Great Zhou Dynasty!
In the capital, be it early-stage or late-stage Golden Cores, it was their honor to be able to meet Mr. Mo.
Almost at the same time, a green figure leaped into the air and sped towards Mo Spirit Weapon Workshop like lightning.
…
The moment the formation light shone, Meng Han and Liang Qiu felt their hearts sink.
It was only a Grade 2 formation and was not enough to trap the both of them.
However, the two of them had already alerted the capital guards before they even caught sight of the legendary Mo Ling. That was equivalent to losing the initiative and they were now in a passive position given the complete change in circumstances.
Ten breaths!
If the Commander of the Azure Falcon guards, Mu Dongqing, used all his strength to rush here, he would only require ten breaths worth of time.
This meant that Liang Qiu and Meng Han had to find Mo Ling and kill him on the spot within that ten breaths!
Otherwise, after ten breaths, once the Commander of the Azure Falcon guards arrive, they would be the dead ones.
“Ten breaths is more than enough time!”
Liang Qiu hollered as he conjured hand seals with his left hand, conjuring spirit arts.
His right sleeve trembled and a flying sword darted out. Almost instantly, three spirit patterns lit up on the sword – it was a superior-grade spirit weapon!
Boom!
With a loud bang, the Grade 2 formation’s barrier shattered on the spot and dissipated, revealing a green-robed cultivator at the back. He was handsome and bore a calm expression as he looked over coldly.
At the same time, Meng Han slapped his storage bag and waved both hands, shooting out two cold beams of light.
Spirit patterns lit up in a dazzling manner.
Two superior-grade flying swords!
“Go to hell!”
Meng Han’s flying sword pierced towards the green-robed cultivator like two beams of light. Before the swords even arrived, the temperature of the surroundings dipped in a suffocating manner.
By now, a breath had passed.
Everyone knew of the situation.
There were only two men and one beast in Mo Spirit Weapon Workshop and the green-robed cultivator in front of them was obviously not the little girl named Nian Qi – his identity was exposed!
In reality, the moment they caught sight of Su Zimo, Liang Qiu and Meng Han were slightly stunned.
They had never expected that Mr. Mo, the so-called number one Weapon Refinement Master in the Great Zhou Dynasty, would be a young man in his twenties.
Furthermore, the young man was only at Foundation Establishment.
But very quickly, Liang Qiu and Meng Han regained their senses as a look of mockery flashed across their eyes.
To both of them, Su Zimo was already a dead man.
Under the combined forces of two Golden Cores, notwithstanding the fact that Su Zimo was only at late-stage Foundation Establishment, even if he was a meridian cultivator, he would not be able to last more than ten breaths!
Meng Han’s two flying swords pierced towards Su Zimo at an extremely fast speed.
Su Zimo did not dodge at all, seemingly scared silly or couldn’t react in time.
“It’s over.”
Liang Qiu and Meng Han glared at Su Zimo coldly, as if they could visualize the image of the latter’s head pierced by the flying swords with fresh blood gushing out.
Snap!
The next moment, the sound of shattering on the battlefield caused their expressions to change.
He was not dead?
The flying sword did not pierce Su Zimo and instead struck another barrier of light!
There were other array formations other than the Grade 2 formation!
This was a chain formation!
Two breaths had passed.