Azure Dragon, the two from Black Witch Sect, and Ning Xuan were all simultaneously stunned.
One sword strike had killed Ning Hong.
Could it be that Lin Mo truly was an Immortal descended to the mortal world?
Even the Golden Bell Shield, reputed to be among the top three in defensive power, could not withstand his sword light.
Lin Mo, holding the Xuanyuan Sword, stood tall and slightly indifferent, "If you had perfected the Golden Bell Shield to Great Success, perhaps it could have blocked one of my strikes. Unfortunately, it had barely taken shape."
Martial Artists by the lakeside gaped in disbelief. The Sect Master of Joy Sect was slain by Lin Mo with one strike. That was a titan who shook the Northeast.
The underground forums went wild.
"Damn, that sword was too strong. It feels like everything would be annihilated in its sword light."
"Ning Hong actually died. Lin Mo must be the strongest of the younger generation now."
"What about the people from Azure Dragon and Black Witch Sect though? I wonder if Lin Mo could unleash a second strike."
"I don't think he can. To use such a powerful sword technique once is impressive. A second time?"
"They say Lin Mo got a Secret Treasure in Flood Dragon Valley. Otherwise, even if he could have defeated Ning Hong with his previous strength, he wouldn't have been able to kill with one strike," said a sage.
With that statement, everyone fell silent.
Half a month ago, Lin Mo was indeed strong, but killing a Martial Artist close to the Intermediate Martial God Realm with one strike was probably too much for him. Yet, half a month later, his strength had increased so tremendously it was almost demonic.
Many thought of Lin Mo entering Flood Dragon Valley. It was surely the Secret Treasure within that made him so powerful!
In the eyes of both Azure Dragon and Ning Xuan, shock gradually morphed into greed.
Azure Dragon's soft armor was crafted from Flood Dragon scales. Not even an armor-piercing bullet could penetrate it, boasting powerful defense, but a brush with the sword light had left a gash, causing Azure Dragon to be greatly alarmed.
Ning Xuan, needless to say, had entered Flood Dragon Valley with Lin Mo. He had witnessed Immortal Herbs never seen before, and he had left in haste without exploring other places for treasures.
'His strength increased again within half a month, he must have obtained some treasure!
Ning Xuan gripped the Blood Sword, his Blood Energy soaring sky-high, as streams of blood merged into the illusion of sword light around him. His killing intent and aura continued to climb.
Azure Dragon and the two from Black Witch Sect were startled at the same moment.
Ning Xuan had merely concealed his true strength before. His actual power was even greater than Joy Sect's Sect Master Ning Hong, and he was not yet thirty years old.
He was indubitably a peerless, sensational genius!
"Lin Mo, hand over your sword and treasures, and I can spare your life," Ning Xuan's pupils were filled with blood, swirls of blood enveloping his eyes, gradually transforming them into a sea of blood.
Ning Xuan's Blood Energy radiated from his body, his killing intent overwhelming the azure energy from Azure Dragon and the Black Fog from Black Witch Sect.
"I killed your father, aren't you going to avenge him?" Lin Mo looked at him coldly, showing no fear.
"Heh, he just treated me like his dog, giving all the resources and love to that waste Ning Teng. I've been lying low for so many years, just for this day. Even if you hadn't killed him, he would've died by my hands," Ning Xuan's mouth curved with a cold arc.
Lin Mo slightly furrowed his brow. This guy seemed to be cultivating some Evil Technique, his Heart Demon had already formed, and in the future, even with great achievements, he would likely be stopped at the level of an Advanced Martial God.
"What a pity," Lin Mo shook his head.
"What's such a pity?" Ning Xuan furrowed his brow.
"Even though you possess extraordinary talent, you've ultimately fallen into the Demon Path; your path forward is already severed."
"Hahaha... I, Ning Xuan, am the Heavenly Son, how could the likes of Ning Teng and Wei Zeyu compare to me? I am the one who can aspire to the greatest heights." Ning Xuan laughed maniacally, seemingly possessed as he gripped the Blood Sword. Suddenly, he swung it, creating a beam of bloody light that whistled across the surface of the lake, resembling a blood moon.
The murderous aura of the bloody light was intense, causing the lake to stir up a wave of water.
Holding the Xuanyuan Sword, Lin Mo swung out a beam of golden sword light that collided with the crimson sword light. The resulting shockwave caused dozens of water columns, each thirty feet high, to explode from the surface of the lake.
The Azure Dragon Gang and two from the Black Witch Sect made their moves at the same time today; they had to kill Lin Mo.
"Come at me, all of you."
Lin Mo's expression remained unchanged, his gaze deep as if it spanned ancient abysses.
The Xuanyuan Sword flew out of his hand automatically, clashing with Ning Xuan.
At the same time, Lin Mo clenched a golden fist and lunged towards the Azure Dragon, while his other hand executed a spell, and several golden flames emerged out of nowhere, rushing towards the two from the Black Witch Sect.
Azure Dragon's fist collided with Lin Mo's, and a mixed shockwave of gold and azure energy expanded a hundred meters, causing white waves to crash from the lake. Azure Dragon's entire body was sent flying backward once more, his blood energy in turmoil.
The two from the Black Witch Sect deployed their magic, summoning ghosts and secret techniques to block the golden flames, but the golden flames burned like lamps from the side of Buddha, consuming all things, dissolving anything in their path into nothingness.
The Xuanyuan Sword emitted thunderous cold light as it fiercely battled with Ning Xuan.
One person was actually holding off the attacks of three others simultaneously.
The martial artists by the lake had long been stunned, as still as statues. Perhaps Lin Mo wasn't the highest in realm, but this combat power was unmatched in the world!
Su Gongyang and others from the Su Family also revealed shocked expressions, mixed with anticipation. If Lin Mo could defeat these three, they secured decades of peace for the Su Family.
Master Mo's face was pale as he muttered to himself, "If I got involved in a battle of this level, I'm afraid just the aftershocks would be enough to kill me."
Su Xiaoxiao heard Master Mo's words and watched the youth in the center of the lake with continuous admiration in her eyes, her heart quietly taking a breath of relief.
"Sister Mengdie, our master is amazing; he will be fine," the Shijian consoled her on the side.
Xia Mengdie nodded slightly, her beautiful eyes unblinking as she stared at the center of the lake, lightly biting on her thin lips, gripping her hands together tightly—pretending not to worry would be a lie.
Lin Mo's spiritual energy seemed inexhaustible, like the vast sea within him, with wave after wave of golden fists—not relying on any martial arts but purely on brute force—sending the Azure Dragon flying upside down, skimming the lake's surface before crashing him down to the lakebed.
The area of Great Ming Lake was about six hundred thousand square meters; the battle among these people shook the water as if it would capsize, an astounding spectacle.
Azure Dragon emerged once again from the bottom of the lake, his eyes nearly splitting with rage, grinding his steel teeth. He had been renowned for decades, and as the Gang Leader of the Green Dragon Gang, when had he ever been so utterly suppressed in battle? Besides the time years ago near Bin Hai when someone beat him brutally, he hadn't suffered a setback like this for over a decade.
"Green Dragon Roar!"
Azure Dragon's body blazed with azure True Qi, with an approximately thirty-foot-long Azure Dragon phantom emerging behind him. His entire being, following his fist, lunged at Lin Mo like an Azure Dragon accompanied by a Dragon Roar.
"Good timing," Lin Mo said with an icy smile, brimming with the desire to battle. Clenching his fist single-handedly, like an infant in the womb, everything began from this point. With an aged charm, he unleashed a column of golden light that spanned across numerous spaces.
(The wonderful story continues tomorrow.)