Starting with 10,000 times the experience, and you're calling me a terrible player?

The Great Wilderness, the ruins of the Zhou family's underground fortress.

The people of the Dragon Palace dug through the rock layers, clearing out a huge abyss plaza that was more than ten kilometers long and wide.

The dark purple torches illuminated the abyss with flickering light.

The air was filled with the pungent smell of blood and sulfur.

In the center of the square, a thousand-meter-high altar of bones is under construction day and night.

"Hurry up! Are you trying to get yourself killed by dawdling like that?!"

A whip crackling with lightning lashed down fiercely.

A middle-aged man carrying a thousand-pound black bloodstone had a deep, bone-revealing gash torn open on his back.

His legs gave way and he collapsed heavily to the ground.

The highly corrosive black bloodstone shattered his legs; the flesh sizzled and burned the moment it touched the stone, and white smoke billowed out.

"I...I can't walk anymore..."

The man screamed in despair.

A little girl rushed out from the side, crying and grabbing the man's arm:

"Dad! Please don't hit my dad!"

"You worthless wretch, do you even deserve to hinder the Dragon King's revival?"

A half-dragon overseer clad in dark red armor sneered and casually flicked his spear.

"Pfft!"

The sharp spearhead pierced through the bodies of the man and the little girl, leaving them suspended in mid-air like skewers of meat.

The half-dragon flicked his wrist, and blood rained down.

Two pieces of corpse fell into the huge pool of blood below the altar.

"Keep working! The altar base must not be closed before nightfall today. All of you must fill the blood pool!"

The half-dragon roared as he surveyed the entire arena.

Hundreds of thousands of ordinary people living in the aristocratic bases had their hands and feet chained, their eyes numb and desperate.

They squeezed out every last bit of strength to move those deadly materials.

People fall every moment, and those who fall become nourishment for the pool of blood.

Above the abyss, atop a stone pillar thousands of meters high.

Lin Mo stood facing the wind.

He didn't emit a single trace of magical power; even his breathing blended seamlessly with the surrounding environment.

His gaze quickly locked onto two figures patrolling in mid-air above the abyss.

They were two elderly men wearing black robes with blood-red dragon patterns.

They tread on the void, their bodies swirling with laws, causing ripples to spread through the space wherever they went.

A fifth-tier expert.

Moreover, he is a fifth-rank dragon general with pure Dragon Palace bloodline.

Lin Mo's lips curled into an extremely bright smile.

He simply raised his right hand slowly, aimed it at the two fifth-rank dragon generals in the sky, and clenched his fist tightly.

"Snap!"

Centered on Lin Mo, an indescribable spatial distortion force instantly traversed a distance of a thousand meters.

The two dragon generals in mid-air didn't even have time to react before the space around them was swallowed up by some terrifying ancient beast.

The two of them suddenly felt everything go black.

next second.

The Crimson Abyss has vanished.

The altar of bones has disappeared.

The screams also stopped.

Lin Mo's method was precisely the new skill the Demon King had given him: [Time Cage].

[Time Cage]

[Lock the specified object for a given time period and instantly move it to a specific coordinate.]

The brilliance of this move lies in the fact that the opponent has almost no chance to retaliate.

The coordinates specified by Lin Mo are naturally his law space.

"Boom!"

A deafening roar of thunder exploded in my ears.

The two dragon generals suddenly opened their eyes, and their pupils instantly shrank to the size of pinpoints, cold sweat soaking their backs.

The sky was covered with dark red, bloodthirsty clouds.

The earth is a fissure of magma that constantly erupts with extremely cold ice spikes and extremely hot magma.

Countless invisible wind blades were cutting through space, producing a teeth-grinding friction sound.

Thousands of completely mutually exclusive laws violently intertwine and collide in this bizarre world with a radius of 30,000 meters.

"Where...where am I?!"

The long-bearded dragon on the left will tremble all over.

As a fifth-level warrior who had mastered the laws of space, he was horrified to discover that he could not perceive any coordinates in the outside world.

The spatial barriers here are simply a chaotic mess, blending seamlessly with the outside world!

"Who attacked me?"

The bald dragon on the right roars, trying to mask its extreme fear with its voice.

"Stop shouting, no one will come to save you even if you shout until you're hoarse."

A lazy voice came from ahead.

The two of them turned their heads abruptly.

A hundred meters away, Lin Mo, with his hands in his pockets, stepped down the invisible, empty steps.

He had no aura and looked like an ordinary college student.

But in this bizarre space where the laws have collapsed, the mere appearance of ordinary people is the greatest horror.

"Who are you? A lackey of the Alliance?"

The long-bearded dragon general's eyes were sinister, and his magical power surged wildly within him.

He didn't care where he was; as long as he killed the person in front of him, the spatial dimension would naturally break down.

"kill!"

Without hesitation, the two dragon generals played all their cards in the first round.

"roar!"

The long-bearded dragon shattered the space behind it, and a blood-red crocodile phantom, two hundred meters tall, rose from the ground.

The giant crocodile opened its blood-red maw and spewed out a blood-red poisonous miasma that could corrode the laws of nature.

Bald Dragon General transformed into a giant dragon lizard covered in poisonous flames. Its thick tail tore through the air, carrying the destructive power of a fifth-level peak cultivator, and lashed fiercely at Lin Mo's head.

The true forms of the two great laws descended simultaneously.

The oppressive force caused the surrounding air to emit a piercing sonic boom.

Lin Mo stopped in his tracks, his tone carrying a hint of disdain.

"Only newbies would use all these fancy tricks."

Lin Mo slowly raised his right hand, without even making a fist, and casually slapped it out with his backhand.

Lin Mo, whose panel value has now exceeded 10 billion, is enough to crush these fifth-tier players simply by virtue of his numerical value.

"boom!"

But those two Law True Forms, each a hundred meters tall, were like thin ice struck head-on by an iron hammer under this light slap.

"Click-clack—"

A series of crisp cracking sounds rang out.

The crimson crocodile and the venomous flame dragon lizard couldn't even last a second before shattering into a shower of light.

"puff!"

The long-bearded dragon general and the bald dragon general were struck as if by lightning, their bones making a sickening cracking sound, and blood gushing out.

The two were thrown back as if they had been hit head-on by a high-speed crystal train, crashing heavily to the ground and creating two huge craters.

Dead silence.

At the bottom of the pit, two fifth-level dragon generals were convulsing.

Their magical cores were cracked and ninety percent of their bones were broken by the first blow.

How is that possible?

They are at the peak of the fifth level.

He was a Dragon Palace general who once ruled the continent.

He was slapped so hard that his entire body was crippled.

Where did this super pervert come from?

The footsteps approached at a leisurely pace.

Lin Mo squatted by the pit, looking down at the two people who looked like mud.

The fear that they could no longer conceal finally showed in their eyes.

The long-bearded dragon coughed up blood and shrank back in despair, asking, "Who are you... what do you want...?"

Lin Mo's lips slowly curved upwards:

"I will not change my name or surname. I am Lin Mo, you should all have heard of me."

Upon hearing this, the two suddenly realized what was happening.

If it's Lin Mo, then that completely explains why they couldn't beat him even when they were all together.

"I've heard that everyone in your Dragon Palace, regardless of their cultivation level, casts some kind of dragon blood curse?"

Lin Mo spoke with a smile in his eyes.

Upon hearing this, the two dragon generals were taken aback.

Immediately, their expressions changed.

Inside the Dragon Palace, they were discussing how to deal with Lin Mo, and one of the key methods they were considering was the use of curses.

Looks like this kid's scared!

really!

My Dragon Palace is invincible!

So what if this monster is strong?

He was still afraid of the dragon's blood curse.

He pulled them into this space, but instead of immediately taking a fatal blow, he asked about the curse, which was clearly out of fear.

I wanted to get the solution out of them.

Thinking of this, Bald Dragon, enduring the excruciating pain, grinned, revealing his blood-soaked mouth, and let out a maniacal, ferocious laugh.

"Hahaha! What, are you scared?"

Bald Dragon General stared intently at Lin Mo.

"I'm telling you! It's too late!"

"Even if your strength rivals that of a sixth-rank cultivator, even if you kill us, as long as we have a breath left, we can burn our souls to plant a curse upon you that will lead to eternal damnation!"

The long-bearded dragon general also straightened his battered neck and said proudly:

"Excellent! The Dragon Blood Curse is incurable! Those who know what's good for them, immediately dispel this space, kneel down, kowtow, and swear allegiance to the Dragon King!"

"Otherwise, I'll make you suffer a fate worse than death!"

The more they talked, the more confident they became, feeling that they had Lin Mo's Achilles' heel.

Seeing the two men's arrogant demeanor, Lin Mo's smile did not disappear.

He nodded in agreement and said:

"That's right! That's right! I'm scared!"

"Curse me now, quick! Hurry up!"

The two were filled with questions upon hearing Lin Mo's words.

Has this guy gone mad?

If you're afraid, then why do you ask us to curse him?

"Snapped!"

Lin Mo swung his arm and slapped the bald dragon general hard across the face.

Half of the bald dragon's face visibly caved in, and his mouth was filled with teeth mixed with blood as he gushed out.

He spun around in the pit seven or eight times before stopping.

The long-bearded dragon was dumbfounded.

This script is wrong.

Wasn't he afraid of curses?

Lin Mo grabbed the long-bearded dragon general by the collar and lifted him up.

His eyes revealed impatience.

"Can't you understand human language?"

"I'll let you curse me, you Erdoron!"

The true forms of the two great laws descended simultaneously.

The oppressive force caused the surrounding air to emit a piercing sonic boom.

Lin Mo stopped in his tracks, his tone carrying a hint of disdain.

"Only newbies would use all these fancy tricks."

Lin Mo slowly raised his right hand, without even making a fist, and casually slapped it out with his backhand.

Lin Mo, whose panel value has now exceeded 10 billion, is enough to crush these fifth-tier players simply by virtue of his numerical value.

"boom!"

But those two Law True Forms, each a hundred meters tall, were like thin ice struck head-on by an iron hammer under this light slap.

"Click-clack—"

A series of crisp cracking sounds rang out.

The crimson crocodile and the venomous flame dragon lizard couldn't even last a second before shattering into a shower of light.

"puff!"

The long-bearded dragon general and the bald dragon general were struck as if by lightning, their bones making a sickening cracking sound, and blood gushing out.

The two were thrown back as if they had been hit head-on by a high-speed crystal train, crashing heavily to the ground and creating two huge craters.

Dead silence.

At the bottom of the pit, two fifth-level dragon generals were convulsing.

Their magical cores were cracked and ninety percent of their bones were broken by the first blow.

How is that possible?

They are at the peak of the fifth level.

He was a Dragon Palace general who once ruled the continent.

He was slapped so hard that his entire body was crippled.

Where did this super pervert come from?

The footsteps approached at a leisurely pace.

Lin Mo squatted by the pit, looking down at the two people who looked like mud.

The fear that they could no longer conceal finally showed in their eyes.

The long-bearded dragon coughed up blood and shrank back in despair, asking, "Who are you... what do you want...?"

Lin Mo's lips slowly curved upwards:

"I will not change my name or surname. I am Lin Mo, you should all have heard of me."

Upon hearing this, the two suddenly realized what was happening.

If it's Lin Mo, then that completely explains why they couldn't beat him even when they were all together.

"I've heard that everyone in your Dragon Palace, regardless of their cultivation level, casts some kind of dragon blood curse?"

Lin Mo spoke with a smile in his eyes.

Upon hearing this, the two dragon generals were taken aback.

Immediately, their expressions changed.

Inside the Dragon Palace, they were discussing how to deal with Lin Mo, and one of the key methods they were considering was the use of curses.

Looks like this kid's scared!

really!

My Dragon Palace is invincible!

So what if this monster is strong?

He was still afraid of the dragon's blood curse.

He pulled them into this space, but instead of immediately taking a fatal blow, he asked about the curse, which was clearly out of fear.

I wanted to get the solution out of them.

Thinking of this, Bald Dragon, enduring the excruciating pain, grinned, revealing his blood-soaked mouth, and let out a maniacal, ferocious laugh.

"Hahaha! What, are you scared?"

Bald Dragon General stared intently at Lin Mo.

"I'm telling you! It's too late!"

"Even if your strength rivals that of a sixth-rank cultivator, even if you kill us, as long as we have a breath left, we can burn our souls to plant a curse upon you that will lead to eternal damnation!"

The long-bearded dragon general also straightened his battered neck and said proudly:

"Excellent! The Dragon Blood Curse is incurable! Those who know what's good for them, immediately dispel this space, kneel down, kowtow, and swear allegiance to the Dragon King!"

"Otherwise, I'll make you suffer a fate worse than death!"

The more they talked, the more confident they became, feeling that they had Lin Mo's Achilles' heel.

Seeing the two men's arrogant demeanor, Lin Mo's smile did not disappear.

He nodded in agreement and said:

"That's right! That's right! I'm scared!"

"Curse me now, quick! Hurry up!"

The two were filled with questions upon hearing Lin Mo's words.

Has this guy gone mad?

If you're afraid, then why do you ask us to curse him?

"Snapped!"

Lin Mo swung his arm and slapped the bald dragon general hard across the face.

Half of the bald dragon's face visibly caved in, and his mouth was filled with teeth mixed with blood as he gushed out.

He spun around in the pit seven or eight times before stopping.

The long-bearded dragon was dumbfounded.

This script is wrong.

Wasn't he afraid of curses?

Lin Mo grabbed the long-bearded dragon general by the collar and lifted him up.

His eyes revealed impatience.

"Can't you understand human language?"

"I'll let you curse me, you Erdoron!"

The true forms of the two great laws descended simultaneously.

The oppressive force caused the surrounding air to emit a piercing sonic boom.

Lin Mo stopped in his tracks, his tone carrying a hint of disdain.

"Only newbies would use all these fancy tricks."

Lin Mo slowly raised his right hand, without even making a fist, and casually slapped it out with his backhand.

Lin Mo, whose panel value has now exceeded 10 billion, is enough to crush these fifth-tier players simply by virtue of his numerical value.

"boom!"

But those two Law True Forms, each a hundred meters tall, were like thin ice struck head-on by an iron hammer under this light slap.

"Click-clack—"

A series of crisp cracking sounds rang out.

The crimson crocodile and the venomous flame dragon lizard couldn't even last a second before shattering into a shower of light.

"puff!"

The long-bearded dragon general and the bald dragon general were struck as if by lightning, their bones making a sickening cracking sound, and blood gushing out.

The two were thrown back as if they had been hit head-on by a high-speed crystal train, crashing heavily to the ground and creating two huge craters.

Dead silence.

At the bottom of the pit, two fifth-level dragon generals were convulsing.

Their magical cores were cracked and ninety percent of their bones were broken by the first blow.

How is that possible?

They are at the peak of the fifth level.

He was a Dragon Palace general who once ruled the continent.

He was slapped so hard that his entire body was crippled.

Where did this super pervert come from?

The footsteps approached at a leisurely pace.

Lin Mo squatted by the pit, looking down at the two people who looked like mud.

The fear that they could no longer conceal finally showed in their eyes.

The long-bearded dragon coughed up blood and shrank back in despair, asking, "Who are you... what do you want...?"

Lin Mo's lips slowly curved upwards:

"I will not change my name or surname. I am Lin Mo, you should all have heard of me."

Upon hearing this, the two suddenly realized what was happening.

If it's Lin Mo, then that completely explains why they couldn't beat him even when they were all together.

"I've heard that everyone in your Dragon Palace, regardless of their cultivation level, casts some kind of dragon blood curse?"

Lin Mo spoke with a smile in his eyes.

Upon hearing this, the two dragon generals were taken aback.

Immediately, their expressions changed.

Inside the Dragon Palace, they were discussing how to deal with Lin Mo, and one of the key methods they were considering was the use of curses.

Looks like this kid's scared!

really!

My Dragon Palace is invincible!

So what if this monster is strong?

He was still afraid of the dragon's blood curse.

He pulled them into this space, but instead of immediately taking a fatal blow, he asked about the curse, which was clearly out of fear.

I wanted to get the solution out of them.

Thinking of this, Bald Dragon, enduring the excruciating pain, grinned, revealing his blood-soaked mouth, and let out a maniacal, ferocious laugh.

"Hahaha! What, are you scared?"

Bald Dragon General stared intently at Lin Mo.

"I'm telling you! It's too late!"

"Even if your strength rivals that of a sixth-rank cultivator, even if you kill us, as long as we have a breath left, we can burn our souls to plant a curse upon you that will lead to eternal damnation!"

The long-bearded dragon general also straightened his battered neck and said proudly:

"Excellent! The Dragon Blood Curse is incurable! Those who know what's good for them, immediately dispel this space, kneel down, kowtow, and swear allegiance to the Dragon King!"

"Otherwise, I'll make you suffer a fate worse than death!"

The more they talked, the more confident they became, feeling that they had Lin Mo's Achilles' heel.

Seeing the two men's arrogant demeanor, Lin Mo's smile did not disappear.

He nodded in agreement and said:

"That's right! That's right! I'm scared!"

"Curse me now, quick! Hurry up!"

The two were filled with questions upon hearing Lin Mo's words.

Has this guy gone mad?

If you're afraid, then why do you ask us to curse him?

"Snapped!"

Lin Mo swung his arm and slapped the bald dragon general hard across the face.

Half of the bald dragon's face visibly caved in, and his mouth was filled with teeth mixed with blood as he gushed out.

He spun around in the pit seven or eight times before stopping.

The long-bearded dragon was dumbfounded.

This script is wrong.

Wasn't he afraid of curses?

Lin Mo grabbed the long-bearded dragon general by the collar and lifted him up.

His eyes revealed impatience.

"Can't you understand human language?"

"I'll let you curse me, you Erdoron!"

The true forms of the two great laws descended simultaneously.

The oppressive force caused the surrounding air to emit a piercing sonic boom.

Lin Mo stopped in his tracks, his tone carrying a hint of disdain.

"Only newbies would use all these fancy tricks."

Lin Mo slowly raised his right hand, without even making a fist, and casually slapped it out with his backhand.

Lin Mo, whose panel value has now exceeded 10 billion, is enough to crush these fifth-tier players simply by virtue of his numerical value.

"boom!"

But those two Law True Forms, each a hundred meters tall, were like thin ice struck head-on by an iron hammer under this light slap.

"Click-clack—"

A series of crisp cracking sounds rang out.

The crimson crocodile and the venomous flame dragon lizard couldn't even last a second before shattering into a shower of light.

"puff!"

The long-bearded dragon general and the bald dragon general were struck as if by lightning, their bones making a sickening cracking sound, and blood gushing out.

The two were thrown back as if they had been hit head-on by a high-speed crystal train, crashing heavily to the ground and creating two huge craters.

Dead silence.

At the bottom of the pit, two fifth-level dragon generals were convulsing.

Their magical cores were cracked and ninety percent of their bones were broken by the first blow.

How is that possible?

They are at the peak of the fifth level.

He was a Dragon Palace general who once ruled the continent.

He was slapped so hard that his entire body was crippled.

Where did this super pervert come from?

The footsteps approached at a leisurely pace.

Lin Mo squatted by the pit, looking down at the two people who looked like mud.

The fear that they could no longer conceal finally showed in their eyes.

The long-bearded dragon coughed up blood and shrank back in despair, asking, "Who are you... what do you want...?"

Lin Mo's lips slowly curved upwards:

"I will not change my name or surname. I am Lin Mo, you should all have heard of me."

Upon hearing this, the two suddenly realized what was happening.

If it's Lin Mo, then that completely explains why they couldn't beat him even when they were all together.

"I've heard that everyone in your Dragon Palace, regardless of their cultivation level, casts some kind of dragon blood curse?"

Lin Mo spoke with a smile in his eyes.

Upon hearing this, the two dragon generals were taken aback.

Immediately, their expressions changed.

Inside the Dragon Palace, they were discussing how to deal with Lin Mo, and one of the key methods they were considering was the use of curses.

Looks like this kid's scared!

really!

My Dragon Palace is invincible!

So what if this monster is strong?

He was still afraid of the dragon's blood curse.

He pulled them into this space, but instead of immediately taking a fatal blow, he asked about the curse, which was clearly out of fear.

I wanted to get the solution out of them.

Thinking of this, Bald Dragon, enduring the excruciating pain, grinned, revealing his blood-soaked mouth, and let out a maniacal, ferocious laugh.

"Hahaha! What, are you scared?"

Bald Dragon General stared intently at Lin Mo.

"I'm telling you! It's too late!"

"Even if your strength rivals that of a sixth-rank cultivator, even if you kill us, as long as we have a breath left, we can burn our souls to plant a curse upon you that will lead to eternal damnation!"

The long-bearded dragon general also straightened his battered neck and said proudly:

"Excellent! The Dragon Blood Curse is incurable! Those who know what's good for them, immediately dispel this space, kneel down, kowtow, and swear allegiance to the Dragon King!"

"Otherwise, I'll make you suffer a fate worse than death!"

The more they talked, the more confident they became, feeling that they had Lin Mo's Achilles' heel.

Seeing the two men's arrogant demeanor, Lin Mo's smile did not disappear.

He nodded in agreement and said:

"That's right! That's right! I'm scared!"

"Curse me now, quick! Hurry up!"

The two were filled with questions upon hearing Lin Mo's words.

Has this guy gone mad?

If you're afraid, then why do you ask us to curse him?

"Snapped!"

Lin Mo swung his arm and slapped the bald dragon general hard across the face.

Half of the bald dragon's face visibly caved in, and his mouth was filled with teeth mixed with blood as he gushed out.

He spun around in the pit seven or eight times before stopping.

The long-bearded dragon was dumbfounded.

This script is wrong.

Wasn't he afraid of curses?

Lin Mo grabbed the long-bearded dragon general by the collar and lifted him up.

His eyes revealed impatience.

"Can't you understand human language?"

"I'll let you curse me, you Erdoron!"