Catching Lin Mo's Sword Barehanded, God of Slaughter

Under the tense gaze of everyone, the golden clock phantom suspended in mid-air slowly unfolded.

The time-law patterns on the edge of the clock unfold outwards like petals.

With each layer that blooms, the flow of time around it experiences a very subtle fluctuation.

Yin Xue's wings flapped at varying speeds, and the action of Mianmian chewing on biscuit crumbs was repeated several times without her realizing it.

As the last layer of patterns fully unfolded, a figure emerged from the very center of the clock.

He was an old man.

He was wearing a faded gray robe, the hem of which was wrinkled and hung down to his ankles.

He had an old cloth belt of unknown material tied around his waist, and straw sandals with his toes sticking out of his feet.

His hair and beard were as white as two cotton candies, and his face was covered with deep wrinkles, but his eyes were brighter than an old man should have.

His eyes darted around, as if he was always looking for some kind of fun.

He stumbled as he stepped out of the clock's phantom, then grimaced and complained while pounding his lower back.

"Oh dear, after rushing all the way down from the top floor, my old bones are almost falling apart. That old thing in the space didn't even bother to open a portal for me. It just kept saying something like 'You have to go by yourself to show your sincerity.' Sincerity my ass."

Lin Mo didn't give him a chance to continue complaining.

The black sword was drawn, and dark golden arcs of killing law light exploded on the blade. He slashed towards the God of Time like a black lightning bolt.

Before the shrill sound of the sword tearing through the air could reach the ears of anyone else present, the sword tip had already landed less than three inches above the Time God's head.

The old man of time looked up at the rapidly enlarging black sword, neither dodging nor raising his hand to block, but simply sighing.

"Young people have too much of a temper."

As soon as he finished speaking, Lin Mo's black sword struck empty air.

He stood where he had just taken his first step, the black sword still in the position it had been drawn from.

The time deletion was exactly the same as the ability Gao Yang used on him in the Twilight Layer, directly deleting the time period of his attack from the timeline.

Old Man Time withdrew his hand from his lower back, straightened the wrinkled collar of his robe, and coughed twice, preparing to say a few polite words.

"Ahem, relax, I'm not here to..."

Before he could finish speaking, a dark golden sword suddenly appeared, slicing diagonally into his right shoulder and running down his collarbone, sternum, and ribs.

Holy crap!

Old Man Time exclaimed in surprise as his gray robe was neatly cut open from the collar to the waist, revealing his gaunt chest beneath.

A very obvious time law pattern was rapidly flowing on his chest, attempting to erase the damage from the timeline.

But this time, the deletion did not work.

The sword wound remained firmly on his chest, tearing his robe to shreds.

"You think I wouldn't be on guard against the same trick?"

At this moment, Lin Mo's eyes were shining with a very faint layer of dark golden light of law.

That's the evolved Thousand-Eyed Cage.

Originally, it was designed to lock onto a target and strike with unerring accuracy, regardless of speed, space, or shape.

After this skill was evolved and enhanced, its targeting range was expanded from "a certain target in space" to "the only target among all possibilities in timeline and space".

In other words, no matter the time point, timeline, or spatial coordinate, as long as it is locked by the Thousand-Eyed Cage, this sword will definitely hit.

Instead of chasing after the target, we directly target the result of "hitting" from the source of the causal chain.

Time deletion can remove the attack process, but it cannot remove the "hit" endpoint, which has already been locked.

The process of him swinging his sword again can be deleted, but the fact that the sword had already cut into his body will forever remain on the timeline.

This was the only attack method Lin Mo came up with after repeatedly analyzing the flaws in the laws of time following his battle with Gao Yang, and after spending the entire teleportation journey on it.

Old Man Time looked down at the still-bleeding sword wound on his chest, and his lips twitched several times.

"You young man have no sportsmanship at all. You attacked me before I could even finish speaking."

Lin Mo had already arrived in front of him, raising the black sword again, its blade pointing directly at the old man's brow.

His voice was calm, showing no pride in his successful sword strike, nor any relaxation of vigilance due to the Time God's attitude.

"If I refine you, I should be able to fight Gao Yang. Then I can go back directly and there will be no need to find the God of Slaughter."

This was Lin Mo's idea.

One can only master one top-level principle.

However, Lin Mo's current killing law has not yet reached the complete origin level, and theoretically he can still accommodate another origin level law.

If the God of Slaughter really can't be found, then refining the God of Time will allow us to fight Gao Yang.

The words fell as the black sword descended.

Old Man Time looked up at the approaching black sword, his brows furrowing slightly, and then he sighed softly.

Just as the black sword's edge was less than an inch from the old man's brow.

A dark shadow suddenly darted out from the not-yet-completely-closed phantom of the clock behind the old man of time.

It was incredibly fast, so fast that Lin Mo's Thousand-Eyed Cage had barely caught up with its movement.

The dark figure had already stood in front of the Old Man of Time, raised his right hand, spread his five fingers, and firmly grasped the blade of the black sword.

It wasn't about using weapons to block, nor about using a barrier of laws to withstand it; it was about using the palm of your hand!

Five fingers gripped the black sword from the side, their knuckles distinct and their strength precise, locking the blade firmly less than half an inch from the old man's brow.

The moment the dark golden arc of killing law light on the sword made contact with the palm, it exploded into a dense array of law-based electric arcs.

Each arc of electricity was enough to split a mountain in two, but the five fingerprints remained unmoved.

Upon seeing this, Lin Mo's pupils suddenly contracted.

Yin Xue's eyes widened, his scarlet pupils surging with pure disbelief.

She knew Lin Mo's strength; even Gao Yang wouldn't dare to take that sword strike head-on with his bare body.

The suddenly appearing dark figure managed to block the attack with just one hand.

The judge and the God of War were both shocked. The God of War instinctively held the Soul Battle Axe in front of him.

The judge's gray hair swung violently behind her; she knew, of course, how powerful Lin Mo's sword strike was.

Back on the Island of Indulgence, Lin Mo's full-force attack could cleave space itself, and now someone can actually catch his sword with their bare hands.

This has exceeded the scope of the judgment's understanding of the power of all the existing high-level gods in the divine realm.

Only then did Old Man Time straighten up, pinch the collar of his robe that Lin Mo had cleaved open with two fingers, and shake it. The robe returned to its original state.

"I already said, we're not here to fight. Can't you let me finish what I have to say before you draw your sword? Besides, I've already been refined by Gao Yang in the future, that's an absolute fact that has already happened. You can cut me, but you can't refine me, because Gao Yang has already refined me, and that cause and effect is locked. However, that move just now did have some resemblance to the complete Law of Slaughter."

Lin Mo ignored him and stared intently at the dark figure in front of him who had caught his black sword with his bare hands.

The dark figure was composed entirely of pure black energy.

His facial features were so blurred that they were almost indistinguishable, with only two extremely silent red lights shining in the area around his eyes.

You can't see any expression, no emotion, or any warmth that befits a living being.

He simply stood there, firmly gripping the blade of the black sword with one hand, neither attacking nor retreating.

Lin Mo spoke, his voice scrutinizing.

"Who are you."

The shadowy figure did not answer, as if it could not speak.

Then Old Man Time spoke up for him.

His voice suddenly softened, no longer displaying the playful banter of an old man.

"He is the god of slaughter, and he came to you on his own initiative to be refined."