Chapter Forty-One: The Element of Surprise Prevails

Z Country Control Center!

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“What is this?” The middle-aged man stared at the dazzling blue light on the screen before him, his expression peculiar.

“Spiritual entities possess consciousness—they will break through the limitations of the mundane. They are a special form of life and will create boundless miracles,” Xi said.

“Miracles?” The middle-aged man replied, half understanding, half uncertain.

“There is a strange energy interfering with my surveillance.” As soon as these words were spoken, the screen before them grew blurry, its colors fading instantly.

“What!”

“This is an energy type never seen before! The video connection is estimated to be cut off in one second!”

“So this is a miracle?” The middle-aged man spoke gravely. It seemed this person was far more mysterious than what appeared before them; much remained hidden, and deeper investigation was needed.

“Inform Haotian to collect strands of hair or similar items from the target’s surroundings. The mission is classified as Level Three! Include it in the Level One archives!”

“Yes!”

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“So you’re the one who severed my arm!” Mo Shan shrugged, calmly holding his sword as he walked toward Lin Kuang, as if the blood-red shoulder was no hindrance to his movements.

“You just took the Soul-Stirring Sword and fused it with some unknown blade, and now you think you’re powerful?” Lin Kuang asked, perplexed. He still had no idea what was happening, but he had already lost ground in terms of presence.

People always become cautious in unfamiliar situations, unable to make sense of what is happening—Lin Kuang, arrogant as he was, was no exception.

“The enmity of a severed arm cannot be reconciled! Thus, I condemn you to the ultimate punishment!”

Mo Shan’s gaze was cold. As he raised the Mountain River Sword, blue lightning danced around the blade, accompanied by colorless streams of energy.

Mo Shan’s complexion gradually regained its healthy hue. The aura around him condensed instantly; within a meter radius, even the leaves blown by the wind were shredded, reduced to dust.

“Damn it! If I had known this mission would be so difficult, I wouldn’t have taken it!” Lin Kuang grumbled, yet under the immense pressure, he still raised his sword to meet the challenge.

Lin Kuang gripped his sword in both hands, holding it vertically before his chest. From afar, a phantom erupted from within him, as if manifesting before their eyes, only to dissolve completely into the air.

In the next moment, the black earth that had quietly “lain” upon the ground suddenly soared skyward. The once crimson clouds were now replaced by a gray expanse, as if the world had lost all color.

The sky grew dense with dust, like a suffocating haze, chilling to the bone.

Lin Kuang let out a cold laugh. The Non-Ink Sword seemed to have been drenched in blood, its crimson hue unsettling.

But in the next instant, his pupils contracted, reflecting the image of a strikingly handsome figure dressed in black.

He had only his right arm, holding the sword single-handedly, and strode forward with sudden force.

He rushed in as darkness fell upon the skies; the ultimate move he unleashed now was entirely different from the one interrupted before.