The Black Mountain shook, turning into a cage, evil flames surging, and malevolent thoughts flowing, engulfing Mo Hua entirely.
The insidious Black Water Sword also pierced through the spot where Mo Hua stood, the sword light shattered, wantonly slaughtering.
The pitch-black evil thoughts, mingled with flames, spread out all around.
But when the smoke cleared, within the Formation, there was no silhouette of Mo Hua.
"Black Mo Hua" lifted his eyes and saw at the edge of the Formation, Mo Hua, covered in dim golden light, leaning on his Mountain Opening Sword, panting heavily.
Evidently, he had used some means unknown to escape the killing trap of the Formation and Swordsmanship that had consumed a great deal of evil thoughts.
"Consider yourself lucky... but looking like a ’drowning dog’, you won’t last much longer..."
"Black Mo Hua" sneered and without further words, manifested the pitch-black Mountain Opening Sword again, attacking Mo Hua.
The already exhausted Mo Hua could only grit his teeth and continue to battle his blackened self.
They fought for a while, and finally, Mo Hua was again overwhelmed and showed a flaw.
"Black Mo Hua" continued the assault, employing both Formation and Swordsmanship, aiming to take Mo Hua’s life.
A tremendous divine thought fluctuation came, but when the smoke settled, Mo Hua had once again survived by the skin of his teeth.
"Black Mo Hua" was furious and attacked Mo Hua again.
Mo Hua barely held on, but several times it seemed he was about to fall, yet he just wouldn’t.
"Black Mo Hua" finally realized something was amiss, and furiously shouted:
"You’ve not exhausted your Divine Marrow at all! You still have Divine Marrow left?"
Mo Hua shook his head: "No."
Black Mo Hua’s eyelid twitched, pointing at him: "Still denying, what’s that at the corner of your mouth? Isn’t it the Divine Marrow you just sneakily consumed?"
Mo Hua wiped the corner of his mouth, "You saw wrong, that’s the blood I spat out."
Black Mo Hua was so angry he almost spat blood, "You really are... despicable and deceitful."
Mo Hua no longer put on an act, boldly declaring:
"I’m a poor kid, whether Spirit Stone or Divine Marrow, I’m used to saving some for emergencies, to avoid panic from running out."
Mo Hua looked towards "Black Mo Hua," "Didn’t you say you are me? Then this habit, you should understand."
"Black Mo Hua" was silent.
Mo Hua curiously said, "You don’t understand? Oh, right..."
He suddenly realized something, confirming his suspicion, "You say you’re me, but you’re ultimately from the Great Wilderness Evil Fetus, a faulty embryo, unknown to the struggles of lower-level cultivators, you are not truly me."
"Black Mo Hua" turned sullen, looking very displeased.
It suddenly realized it underestimated this half-human, half-god brat, he was really too difficult to kill...
Even harder to kill than ordinary deities.
But no matter how tough, limits must exist.
"Your Divine Marrow must be running low," Black Mo Hua’s sinister eyes fixed on Mo Hua, "I don’t believe after battling the Third Grade Divine Remains, you’d have much Divine Marrow left, you won’t hold out much longer."
Mo Hua nodded, admitting, "Indeed, not much left, can’t hold on much longer, so..."
"I shall also slay you!" Mo Hua said in a deep voice.
Black Mo Hua’s pupils shrank.
Mo Hua placed his hands in a virtual grip, raised them above his head, determination of facing death resolutely on his face:
"I admit, you have indeed driven me to a desperate situation..."
"I am indeed calculated by you, at this moment, I’m at my weakest, my Divine Marrow indeed exhausted."
"If this drags on, I have no chance at victory, thus, I can only fight to the death."
"This final sword, I shall decide life and death with you!"
"If I win, I remain myself."
"If I lose, then you become me."
"Do you dare to risk your life with me, for this final sword duel?"
Mo Hua’s gaze was condescending, looking at his blackened self as if facing an ant.
Black Mo Hua felt a flash of anger.
It sneered, "Don’t forget, I was ’born’ from you, using you as a mold, I know all your moves. You think a duel with the Godslaying Sword can kill me?"
Mo Hua responded: "How would I know without trying?"
Black Mo Hua’s expression remained indifferent.
It had no intention to duel.
More than anyone, it knew how crafty and troublesome the true "Mo Hua" was, how full of deceit he was.
He wanted to duel swords with himself, there must be a problem hidden there.
"Black Mo Hua" stood motionless, and then it noticed, Mo Hua, while speaking of "dueling swords," actually stood with hands raised above his head, making no movement, not condensing any Sword Qi, even his gaze flickered with unease.
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He is me, and I am him.
He knows I am suspicious by nature, hence he bluffs, pretending to fight a desperate battle, but in reality, trying to instill fear, making me hesitant to truly engage in a life-death duel with the ’Godslaying Sword’.
He is stalling for time!
Stalling until 1 p.m when the Taoist Stele appears, protecting his Sea of Consciousness, leaving me helpless against him.
Neither spells, formations, nor ordinary ’Transforming Sword Skill’ could end him.
The only way to kill him, is with the final form of the Taixu Divine Thought Sword - the "Godslaying Sword."
"Black Mo Hua’s" pupils quivered, his mind spun rapidly:
"It’s not that he wants to duel swords with me, rather I should duel with him!"
"Before the Taoist Stele appears, duel with this sword, slay him, that is my only chance to replace ’Mo Hua’."
"Mo Hua also understood this point, so he struck first, pretending to fight with me, instilling dread in my heart, stopping me from truly daring to fight a death duel with ’Godslaying Sword’.
"As long as I hesitate, afraid to kill him truly once and for all, when 1 p.m arrives, all efforts and plans will be for naught..."
The "Black Mo Hua," of the same origin as Mo Hua, instantly grasped Mo Hua’s thoughts.
After which, it ceased hesitating, raising virtual hands high, a formation of pitch-black evil swords condensed one by one into the Sword of Divine Thought, merging in its hands, with a formidable aura.
The swords he knows, I also know. The Dao he understands, I do too.
His divine thought is damaged, severely drained, his Divine Marrow nearly exhausted. Yet my evil thoughts remain abundant.
This sword duel of life and death, the advantage is mine!
Black Mo Hua, with a resolute gaze, looked at Mo Hua, a voice tinged with wildness and ruthlessness:
"Fine, life or death duel! Let’s see, who will become ’Mo Hua’!"