Dual Transmigration: Starting from being captured and brought to the Hehuan Sect!

"Young Master, this senior's puppet is none other than the Heavenly Dao!"

The elder looked at the silicon-based beings with awe as he spoke.

The sinister-looking man paused slightly, his gaze sweeping over the silicon-based beings.

The two-meter-tall black metal body stood quietly behind Lin Mo, the dark red light spots on its face flickering on and off, and the ring of light slowly rotating at a constant speed.

There was no breath, no fluctuation, yet it inexplicably made his back instantly covered in cold sweat.

A flicker of greed crossed his eyes, but it was quickly suppressed by fear.

He took a deep breath, suppressing his surging anger, and cupped his hands in a gesture of respect towards Lin Mo:

"Senior, I was truly blind before and have offended you greatly. I hope you will not hold it against me!"

Although he looks young, he has cultivated for countless years, so he still has a brain.

The opponent has a puppet at the Heavenly Dao level, and his father, a peak Saint, was killed. What can he use to fight against them?

Only by living can you have a chance to turn things around; if you die, you lose everything.

"You think you can get away with just saying 'I've offended you'? Isn't that a bit too easy?"

Lin Mo sneered.

They were so arrogant when they spoke to me, calling me "dog," "cat and dog," and saying "crush my bones and scatter my ashes," they really enjoyed it.

Now that you've realized you can't win, you think you can just turn the page with a simple "I apologize for any offense"? There's no such easy thing as a free lunch.

The sinister-looking man's expression shifted, but he quickly forced a stiff smile.

"What you say is true, senior. I was being presumptuous."

"Please feel free to ask if you have any requests, senior. I will do my best to fulfill them."

"Here's the deal! Give me 90% of your family's elixirs and immortal crystals as compensation, and I'll pretend this never happened!"

Lin Mo extended his hand with a cold smile.

"Ninety percent! Senior, aren't you being a bit too ambitious?"

The sinister-looking man spoke, but his hands secretly went behind his back.

He lightly ran his fingertip across the surface of the storage ring and took out several talismans that shimmered with dark gold light.

As soon as the talismans appeared in his palm, the surrounding air seemed to sink slightly, and the dark gold patterns on the talismans slowly writhed like living things, exuding an extremely dangerous aura of destruction.

These are the Heavenly Thunder Talismans, a secret recipe of the Bai family. Each one is sealed with a Heavenly Thunder of the Heavenly Dao level. Once detonated, they are enough to turn an area of ​​several miles into scorched earth.

The old ancestor loved him the most and specially left him this to save his life!

There were only seven cards in the entire Bai family. His father, the head of the family, took two and gave the rest to him.

The Bai family elder standing next to him turned pale upon seeing this scene.

He recognized the talismans.

The patriarch had just planned to use a talisman to retaliate, but before the talisman could even be triggered, he was instantly killed by the black iron golem.

Now that the young master has brought out this thing again, he's trying to bring about the destruction of his own family!

The iron golem's strength was unfathomable. Even the patriarch, who was at the early stage of the Heavenly Dao realm, was killed with a single finger. What use were a few Heavenly Thunder Talismans?

If the talisman is detonated, the iron golem will be unharmed, but the entire Bai family territory will be buried with it.

Thinking of this, he gritted his teeth and decided to sacrifice his own family for the greater good.

Suddenly, a blood-red longsword appeared in his hand, with dark gold patterns flowing across its blade; it was a celestial weapon of considerable quality.

He gripped the hilt of his sword and slashed fiercely at the young master's hand, which was behind his back.

The young master was caught off guard.

His entire attention was focused on Lin Mo and the silicon-based individuals, with one hand behind his back preparing to activate the talisman. He never expected that someone would make a move from behind.

A flash of crimson sword light, and his right arm was severed cleanly from the shoulder down, falling to the ground along with his hand and the several Heavenly Thunder Talismans.

Blood gushed from the cut, splattering onto the faces of several disciples nearby.

"Bai Xuan, how dare you kill your master!"

The young master held his bleeding right arm, his face filled with shock.

He turned his head and looked at the elder who had watched him grow up, his pupils swirling with disbelief and rage.

"Bai Daoming! On behalf of the Bai family elders, I hereby formally expel you from the Bai family! If you want to die, don't drag us down with you!"

The elder's face was contorted with madness, and golden blood dripped continuously from the blood-red longsword in his hand.

The sword became exceptionally excited after drinking blood, and the dark gold patterns on its blade shone brightly.

His hands were trembling, but his voice was unusually firm.

He wasn't joking; he was serious.

He would rather bear the infamy of patricide than let Bai Daoming drag the family into the abyss.

"Rebel against the Heavenly Gang!"

You think you're so great? Do you represent the Bai family?

"I'll fuck you to death!"

Young Master Bai Daoming roared and took out a large sword from his storage ring.

That was a top-grade immortal weapon given to him by the Bai family patriarch. The blade was entirely ice-blue and exuded a chilling aura.

He gripped the knife in his left hand and charged toward the elder. Although he had lost an arm, his cultivation at the peak of the Saint realm was still astonishing, and his speed was still incredible.

"Senior, save me! I'll agree to give you 90% of the cultivation resources you requested!"

The elder's cultivation level was, after all, a notch below the young master's.

Although he successfully launched a sneak attack and severed one of his opponent's arms, he was still unsure of himself.

A furious strike from a peak Saint is something a mid-stage Saint might not be able to withstand.

Seeing Bai Daoming's ice-blue broadsword swinging relentlessly, he could only retreat while calling for help from Lin Mo.

Lin Mo, watching the elder being overwhelmed by the young master, gave an order to the silicon-based individual:

"Help him!"

The silicon-based one reached out and tapped gently.

A red light shot out from its fingertip at an extremely fast speed, so fast that Bai Daoming didn't even have a chance to react.

The crimson light precisely pierced his brow, causing his body to stiffen abruptly in mid-air. The icy blue greatsword slipped from his hand and crashed to the ground with a crisp sound.

His eyes were still open, and the rage on his face was still frozen, but the light in his pupils had been completely extinguished.

The body fell from mid-air, crashing into the rubble and raising a small cloud of dust.

This move completely stunned the entire audience.

Just now, some people were disgusted by the elder's act of betraying his master for personal gain, thinking that he was unworthy of being human for killing even the young master to save his own life.

But seeing Bai Daoming's fate, those people instantly agreed with the elder's actions.

Bai Daoming was at the peak of the Saint realm, but he couldn't even last a breath against that iron golem.

If they don't agree to Lin Mo's conditions, their entire clan will be wiped out!

"Thank you for your help, senior!"

The elder of the Bai family, who had been rescued by the silicon-based individuals, quickly bowed to Lin Mo.

His back was soaked with cold sweat, and his hands were still trembling slightly.

He survived, and the Bai family survived too.

Although we have to hand over 90% of our cultivation resources, at least we are still alive and our family is still around.

Resources can be replenished, but once a person is gone, everything is lost.

Lin Mo waved his hand, then looked around the room and pointed to Bai Daoming's corpse on the ground, saying:

"The other families are the same; they hand over 90% of their cultivation resources, and that's the end of the matter."

Otherwise, you'll end up like him!

His voice wasn't loud, but it carried clearly to everyone present.

The ruins were silent. The remaining disciples and elders of the four major families looked at each other, some lowered their heads, some clenched their fists, but no one dared to utter a word of rebuttal.