Reincarnated with a lucky draw system

Chapter 512: CLASH OF TECHNIQUES

Xu Canghai felt unadulterated fear flood his veins like ice water.

He sought to run, to flee the nightmare unfolding around him, but his legs were gone.

In the span of a single heartbeat, the limbs that had carried him through decades of conquest had simply vanished, severed cleanly at the thighs by an invisible force he never saw coming.

Blood poured from the stumps in thick, rhythmic jets, soaking the stone steps beneath him.

He toppled forward, face slamming into the dirt and blood-soaked ground.

Grit and gore filled his mouth as he gasped, choking on the metallic taste of his own ruin.

"Now, Xu Canghai," Chen Mo asked softly, voice carrying over the dying screams like a gentle breeze, "tell me... how does it feel to be crippled?"

"You bastard!" Xu Canghai spat, blood and dirt flecking his lips. "You will regret your actions! My son will—"

Chen Mo didn’t care. Not even a flicker of emotion crossed his face.

He walked slowly toward the broken man, each step deliberate, boots crunching over scattered limbs and pooling crimson.

Reaching down, he lifted Xu Canghai by the throat with effortless strength, fingers closing like iron bands.

The former sect master dangled helplessly, legs kicking at empty air, eyes bulging with terror.

"Xu Canghai," Chen Mo said, almost conversationally, "it’s time to meet your end."

Xu Canghai thrashed wildly, nails clawing at the unyielding grip, legs flailing in a desperate bid for freedom.

The more he struggled, the more he realized how utterly futile it was.

His qi surged in panicked waves, but it shattered against Chen Mo’s aura like waves against a mountain.

Chen Mo released his hold.

Xu Canghai dropped, a fleeting sigh of relief escaping his bloodied lips, perhaps he had been spared after all.

It was wishful thinking.

Before his back even touched the ground, his body was cut into millions of pieces.

Flesh, bone, and organs exploded outward in a gruesome mist, each fragment sliced so finely that piecing the corpse together would be impossible.

What remained was nothing more than a scattered pile of unrecognizable meat.

"Let’s go," Chen Mo informed his elite team, turning away as though the massacre had been nothing more than routine business.

But in the very next moment, the sky parted.

A deafening crack split the heavens.

Golden light poured through the rift like molten sunlight, and from that blazing tear, a figure descended slowly toward the ruined Heaven’s Ascension Sect.

The air itself trembled under the weight of his presence, dense, oppressive, carrying the unmistakable aura of a higher-realm cultivator.

Everyone who witnessed the descent stared in frozen suspense, an inkling of dread settling in their guts.

They knew exactly who had come to defend the fallen sect.

Chen Mo paused, recognizing the familiar qi signature.

He waited in silence until the figure touched down, boots cracking the blood-slick stone.

The cultivator, tall, regal, clad in shimmering azure robes, swept his gaze across the carnage.

Severed limbs, headless corpses, rivers of blood soaking the once-proud grounds. His expression remained ice-cold.

"Xu Tialan," Chen Mo called out calmly.

Xu Tialan’s eyes narrowed to slits.

"Were you all the cause of this madness?" he asked, voice like cracking glaciers as he stared at the five figures before him.

The silence that followed was answer enough.

"And where is my father?" he demanded next, tone laced with barely restrained fury.

"Over there," Chen Mo replied, pointing casually at the scattered heap of cut flesh a short distance away.

Xu Tialan’s face twisted with rage.

"Every single one of you will surely die by my hands," he promised coldly.

"That’s not going to be—"

Mo Tianye never finished the sentence.

A blade appeared an inch from his neck, humming with lethal intent.

Xu Tialan had moved before any of them could blink, except Chen Mo.

"Don’t you dare get in my way," Xu Tialan snarled, eyes blazing.

"You don’t tell me what to do," Chen Mo replied evenly, deflecting the incoming strike with a casual flick of his wrist.

"You will regret ever defying me," Xu Tialan hissed.

He activated the Nine Steps of the Crimson Firmament, an advanced footwork technique he had obtained in the third realm after ascension.

For his immense talent, he could only wield the first three steps, but even that was devastating.

Step One: Crimson Qi erupted beneath his feet like living flames, multiplying his speed fourfold beyond his already superior base.

The gap between him and Chen Mo widened dramatically as he became a crimson blur.

"Nine Forms of Heaven Severing Sword!" he roared, brandishing his blade in a deadly arc.

"First Form, Scarlet Opening Slash!"

The strike tore through the air with world-splitting force, a blazing red crescent aimed to bisect Chen Mo from shoulder to hip.

But to his utter shock, Chen Mo dodged it effortlessly, not with raw speed, but with a footwork technique of his own.

"Sevenfold Heavenly Demon Tyranny Steps," Chen Mo said casually. "First Form."

"Tyrant Descent."

He stomped once.

That single step slammed abyssal pressure downward like a falling heaven itself.

The ground erupted in a spiderweb of dark fissures, stone shattering outward in violent cracks.

Invisible force crushed everything beneath it, rooting Xu Tialan’s legs to the earth as though the mountain had claimed him.

He couldn’t move, couldn’t even lift a foot, trapped by the explosive qi radiating from Chen Mo’s casual stomp.

The air grew thick, heavy, and suffocating.

Xu Tialan’s eyes widened in disbelief, the first crack of uncertainty breaking through his cold arrogance.

Xu Tialan stared at Chen Mo in open shock, unable to comprehend how a single footstep could root him in place like a statue carved from the mountain itself.

The pressure was suffocating, an abyssal weight crushing downward, pinning his legs to the shattered stone as though the earth had claimed him.

Cracks spiderwebbed outward from where Chen Mo had stomped, dark fissures pulsing with restrained demonic qi.

"Do not toy with me!!" Xu Tialan roared, fury twisting his handsome features into something ugly.