As soon as Lin Mo finished speaking, he casually swung his sword at Mr. Wu, its fierce sword light streaking dozens of meters, slicing everything in its path in two.
At this critical juncture, Mr. Wu suddenly produced a black copper bell inscribed with various ancient spells. With a shake, it emitted a wave of grey energy that surprisingly blocked the sword light, causing both forces to nullify each other in the air.
Lin Mo was not surprised. He had never thought that a casual sword strike would kill Mr. Wu. These great forces all had centuries of heritage, scouring the world for treasures, their foundations deep.
"Intermediate-level Spiritual Artifact."
Lin Mo glanced at the copper bell in Mr. Wu's hand. It was a dark, unassuming lump of metal with an ancient simple shape but laden with layers of thick Resentment, Death Energy, and Evil Qi, no doubt forged from decades of sacrifices.
