Master Huang was indeed a well-known leader of a Martial Arts Family in Hei Province – Huang Qiuyuan. He had reached the realm of a Peak Martial Emperor and had been famous for over a decade in the Northeast, which is why these Martial Arts practitioners showed respect upon seeing him.
Xiang Tian and Wei Zhongkui's expressions changed slightly, as the situation seemed to be unexpected. Master Huang was a true big shot, dominating a city with assets worth tens of billions and an overwhelming influence, something inconceivable to local rogues like them.
With the arrival of Huang Qiuyuan, a stream of people followed, including chairmen of listed companies, top ten tycoons from Hei Province, and other peculiar individuals. Although their identities were unknown, their presence alone was enough to make even Huang Qiuyuan change his expression and step back, hinting at their formidable capabilities.
The situation had completely exceeded Wei Zhongkui's expectations.
He too had stumbled upon rumors that someone was looking for the body of a Flood Dragon, so he rushed here to join the excitement and possibly gain something, as this was his turf.
But now, seeing that he even lacked the qualification to show his face, the chairman of the Bo'an Group behind him, whose assets were worth over ten billion and had been the richest man in Hei Province back in 2006, could easily crush him with just one hand.
However, the chairman of the Bo'an Group now stood like a servant, respectfully next to an old man, with an extremely courteous demeanor.
"Elder Changshan is also here?" Master Xie almost fell to the ground.
Zhang Yuxuan, not understanding the implied severity, whispered, "Master Xie, who is Elder Changshan?"
"I've only heard rumors myself," Master Xie spoke cautiously. "Elder Changshan has always been a geomancy master in the Northeast Region, his ancestors were renowned magicians skilled in geomancy and inspecting dragon veins. It's said that the chairman of Bo'an owes his position to his help."
An old man next to Xiang Tian whispered, "Mr. Xiang, we should leave. Staying here could be dangerous, with all these influential big shots around; this matter is no simple affair."
Xiang Tian was no fool; anything could crush him here, would he still dare to greed for small gains?
However, just as they were preparing to leave, the old man holding a withered stick suddenly had a green light gleaming in his eyes. The stick fired towards Wei Zhongkui, the green light darted like arrows, five beams in total, with both Lin Mo and Zhang Yuxuan within the range of attack.
"Mr. Wei, be careful." Master Xie urgently shouted, positioning himself in front of Wei Zhongkui, only to be struck back continuously, a blood cavity opened in his chest from the green arrows, and blood incessantly poured out, his complexion pale.
Had he not promptly concentrated his True Qi at his chest, that green beam might have pierced right through him.
"Seeking death!"
Zhang Yuxuan was so scared she covered her eyes with both hands, but after peering for a while and realizing nothing happened, she opened her eyes and saw Lin Mo had stepped forward to shield her.
"Hmm, didn't expect Wei Zhongkui to have brought a high-level expert?" the old man holding the withered stick expressed his surprise.
The rest of the people barely glanced at them, continuing to focus on the rolling clouds above, such a minor incident wasn't enough to bother them if it didn't disturb their affairs.
"Xiang Tian, you actually took a sneaky shot at me!" Wei Zhongkui said, both shocked and angry.
"A mountain cannot harbor two tigers, if you were smart, you'd hand over your territory to me, otherwise…" Before Xiang Tian could finish, his throat suddenly tightened, a Wind Blade slashed towards him, causing him to fall directly to the ground.
"Noisy."
Lin Mo said coldly.
At that moment, previously closed-eyed Martial Artists along with Huang Qiuyuan and Elder Changshan shifted their gaze onto Lin Mo, releasing their True Qi, revealing him to be a Basic-level Martial God!
Xiang Tian's old acquaintance wore a face full of shock and horror, "Martial God Sir, I... I..."
Before he could finish his sentence, Lin Mo casually waved his hand, sending forth another transparent Wind Blade, ending the old man's life. Anyone who dared to attack him must be prepared to die.
Wei Zhongkui and Zhang Yuxuan both stood frozen in place, their minds blank.
They had never imagined Lin Mo to be a Martial God Strong Person, thinking he was merely a child who knew a bit of martial arts; Master Xie was left dumbfounded and terrified.
As Lin Mo casually killed Xiang Tian and the Magic-wielding elder, everyone else looked at him in surprise.
Huaxia Martial Arts had been passed down for thousands of years, but never had they heard of someone so young becoming a Martial God Strong Person.
"Little brother, everyone is here for the Flood Dragon's corpse, there is no need for unnecessary slaughter," Huang Qiuyuan said with a slight frown.
Lin Mo glanced at him and said indifferently, "Today, I want everything here, the rest of you can leave now."
Lin Mo stood with his hands behind his back, his expression indifferent, his voice imbued with True Qi. Except for a few Peak Martial Emperors, everyone else felt their bodies churning with energy, almost uncontrollably.
"You... weren't you just a runaway?" Zhang Yuxuan covered her mouth, her beautiful eyes filled with disbelief. She had always thought Lin Mo was just a runaway kid, not expecting him to be a Martial God Strong Person.
And he dared to speak such words in front of so many big shots.
Huang Qiuyuan and those behind him faces fell, showing a hint of anger.
Elder Changshan also frowned.
Sitting under a locust tree, two Bearded Men also opened their eyes, which revealed a trace of coldness.
With many Martial Artists present, even several Martial God Level Strong Persons, all came for the corpse of the Flood Dragon, who dared to claim sovereignty and ask others to leave, as if he was the only Martial God here.
"You..." Huang Qiuyuan glared angrily.
Elder Changshan stepped forward, his face sporting a kind smile as he stroked his white beard, "Young friend, whether we can find the Flood Dragon's corpse remains uncertain, asking us to leave now is too aggressive and dismissive, don't you think?"
"You indeed don't catch my eye, and besides, entering such a place would be a dead end for you," Lin Mo said nonchalantly.
The atmosphere grew cold.
Everyone was angered; even if Lin Mo was a Martial God Strong Person, he should not have insulted them like this.
All the Martial Artists stood up, including the two Bearded Men they had seen in the restaurant and a group of three.
"What audacity! Uncle Master, who exactly is this guy?" asked a ponytailed, plain-faced young woman, looking at the middle-aged man beside her.
The middle-aged man shook his head and frowned, "I don't know, but Huaxia is full of emerging talents from many unworldly Sects. He might be someone from a major sect out on a training journey; otherwise, how could he have reached such a realm of Martial God at such a young age?"
He added with a bitter smile, "The rich practice martial arts, the poor study – practicing martial arts means spending money on medicinal materials. To raise such a young Martial God Strong Person would require a vast fortune. I'm already forty and still haven't reached the realm of a Martial God."