He hid his Supreme Bone for a thousand years, playing dumb and munching on chicken legs to fool the entire sect.
When a divine artifact recognized its master, golden light tore through the night. Lin Mo licked his candied hawthorn skewer and grinned at the pursuers. “Who says a good-for-nothing can’t swallow a Golden Core?”
The Supreme Bone in his belly roared like thunder, while nine heavenly tribulations tempered his reborn body. The Saintess of Medicine King Valley knelt to offer him elixirs, and an ancient sword spirit swore a blood oath to protect him. Yet the Fallen Gods clan sneered in a blood pool: “Once you’ve devoured the ninety-ninth great expert...” He crushed the black-robed Venerable’s life-bound Gu with a backhanded strike, as the Godslaying Halberd sleeping in the abyss began to glow crimson.
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