"What sort of king?" Wei Yongning was utterly confused.
"Anyway, he's someone we can't afford to offend." Wei Jingshou concluded, then looking at He Shouming, he said, "Elder He, perhaps it's best to call off the marriage between Qian Kun and Wu Xue."
As he spoke, Wei Jingshou glanced at He Wuxue. No matter what her relationship was with Lin Mo, the Wei Family didn't want to take the risk of offending him.
He Wuxue stood there, stunned.
She didn't know who Lin Mo was, but the Wei Family was so afraid of him that they decided to call off the marriage alliance just because Lin Mo was merely her friend.
"Mr. Wei, who exactly is he?" He Jingxing couldn't help but frown and ask.
He Shouming also frowned, puzzled, "Could he be a young master from Beijing, or perhaps the successor of some super power?"
"He's not a young master from Beijing nor a person from any super force, but he alone equals a clan," Wei Jingshou murmured with his hands clasped behind his back.
Lin Mo had stepped on Joy Sect, dominated Green Dragon Gang, and suppressed the underground forces in the Northeast, truly deserving of that title.
One person equals a clan!
With such high praise from Wei Jingshou, everyone was stunned.
This wasn't something a normal person would say, but came from the words of a Half-step Martial God.
Inside a restaurant on Gulangyu Island, a group of stylishly dressed men and women were holding a party on the first floor.
"Qingzi, why aren't you joining us for a drink? What are you daydreaming about here?" Zhong Junxian, dressed in a neat suit and holding a martini, approached Han Qingzi, who was leaning against the balcony railing looking at the night scene.
Han Qingzi was in a shoulder-exposing blue long dress, her skin glistening under the lights like invitingly shiny milk.
"I'm not daydreaming, just thinking about Xiao Wu's friend. Who is he really? He seems so extraordinary," Han Qingzi murmured, holding her champagne.
Zhong Junxian slightly furrowed his brows, feeling a bit jealous, "Who cares who he is? Isn't he just Qiao Meng's friend? It's no big deal."
"Don't be jealous, I'm just curious. This afternoon on the beach, he waved his hand and sent two Martial Artist Bodyguards flying. Could he be a legendary Martial Arts Master?" Han Qingzi said with a laugh, hooking her arm through Zhong Junxian's.
Just as Zhong Junxian was about to respond, a clear cry resounded from the sky, much like a dragon's roar.
Following closely, hymns of Buddhist chants filled the air, leaving everyone in the banquet hall stunned as they turned to look outside.
The hotel was hundreds of meters away from the beach. Outside, it was pitch-dark like ink, but at that moment, a azure rainbow light stretched across the sea for hundreds of meters, resembling an Azure Dragon occasionally accompanied by the sound of a dragon's roar.
On another side, a dazzling golden light, like a bright pearl, moved rapidly toward the shore.
"What in the world is that?" Zhong Junxian's glass fell to the floor, shattering into pieces.
Han Qingzi's eyes widened in awe, "Could it be an Immortal?"
Not just them, everyone in the hotel was dumbfounded by the scene before them, some even reaching for their phones to start filming.
"Is that Lin Mo?"
At this moment, Han Qingzi saw a person under the dim streetlight of a road, leisurely walking towards the beach with hands clasped behind his back. The hotel was two streets away from the He family's villa. Although Lin Mo's face was not clear, judging by his physique and aura, it was definitely him.
Inside the He family's villa.
Wei Jingshou and others also heard the same sound, and they all came out of the villa, watching a swath of azure and a streak of golden light on the sea surface, which had already reached the beach in the blink of an eye.
Lin Mo walked step by step towards the front, unhurriedly, but with each step he took, he was already ten meters away.
"Did two old friends come so suddenly?"
Lin Mo stood on the beach, watching the two twinkling lights approach, and saw an old man in a blue robe standing with his hands behind his back, feet on the spray, exuding a strong aura, with a vague phantom dragon flickering behind him.
"Ohm Amitabha." The other light stopped, revealing a bald monk in a yellow robe, his body dazzling with golden light, like the Dragon-subduing and Tiger-subduing Venerable sitting under Buddha, sitting on a lotus, floating above the sea surface.
Both men had an aura as deep and unfathomable as the ocean.
"Lin Tanyu!" The elder in the blue robe looked coldly at Lin Mo, his eyes condensed, and a raw Sword Qi burst from his gaze, crossing a hundred meters, and striking directly at Lin Mo.
"Hmph."
Lin Mo snorted coldly, his eyes also flashing a golden light, a Golden Sword burst forth, colliding with the azure Sword Qi in mid-air, turning into nothingness.
After the Sword Qi collided and dissipated, the energy that spread out stirred up waves one after another.
"You indeed have some skills," the elder in the blue robe coldly huffed.
Lin Mo calmly looked at the two, very familiar with the aura of the elder in the blue robe, surely he must be the old Green Dragon from the Green Dragon Gang.
As for the other monk, he must be Ning Xuan's master, the Great Elder of the Joy Sect.
Both of them had come all the way from the Northeast to Fu Province.
"At the time I was secluding myself to break through, didn't have time to come out, yet you dared to kill Green Dragon and my grandson Wei Zeyu. Today, I will use your blood to pay homage to them." Old Green Dragon's voice boomed like a bell, shaking the seawater into a frenzy.
"Lin Tanyu, you have committed many evils, your hands stained with blood, join our Joy Sect, let me recite sutras to ferry your soul to salvation," the Great Elder of the Joy Sect murmured with his eyes closed.
"Your sons and grandsons died by my hand because they were evil and provoked me, yet you speak so self-righteously to cover up that you're after the items I obtained from Flood Dragon Valley?"
Lin Mo scoffed.
People who entered the divine realm of Martial Arts and ascended through Magic looked indifferently upon worldly familial affections. How could they be bothered with the life and death of mere descendants to provoke a formidable foe? The old Green Dragon and the Great Elder of the Joy Sect came all this way for the treasures he obtained from Flood Dragon Valley, only these could lure such old monsters out of seclusion.
Old Green Dragon furrowed his brows, gazing deeply at Lin Mo. Thirty years ago, he indeed stormed Flood Dragon Valley when its outer Array was at its weakest, yet he had only stayed at the periphery for a moment, finding two Flood Dragon scales to take back.
Later, he forged the scales into soft armor, wearing it was exceedingly flexible yet as sturdy as steel, capable even of withstanding attacks from Broken Martial Bombs.
He had merely found a scale at the periphery, yet it was a treasure. Lin Mo had stayed in Flood Dragon Valley for more than half a month, doubtlessly obtaining countless benefits.
"If you are willing to hand over the treasures from Flood Dragon Valley and your treasure sword, we can spare your life," Old Green Dragon deliberated.
The Great Elder said, "Buddhism does not kill. If the donor repents, our Joy Sect can also guide you out of the bitter sea." Lin Mo burst out laughing, "Ha ha ha ha, to speak of murder and robbery so righteously, this isn't the first time I, Lin Mo, have encountered it."