"How is that possible?"
Everyone present was extremely shocked. To kill a Peak Martial Saint with a wave of the hand—could it be that this boy has also reached the strength of a Half-step Martial Emperor?
Heaven!!!
Aside from Du Kong from Shaolin Temple, Lin Dong from the Eagle Claw Sect, and Zhu Mozi from Green City Sect, the eyes of all the other people were staring wide in disbelief.
Especially those young geniuses from the Hidden Sects, who had thought themselves as the ultimate geniuses within their sects.
But when they saw Lin Mo kill Liu Chunqiu in an instant, an endless sense of defeat rose in their hearts!
What defines an ultimate genius? Lin Mo is exactly that!!!
The most crucial point is that Lin Mo is only seventeen or eighteen years old. Even if he had started his cultivation in his father's body, it would be impossible to reach this level, right? But Lin Mo did it!
One can only imagine how many people yearn to step into the Emperor Realm. However, even after a lifetime of striving, they may not achieve it, yet Lin Mo has reached it at seventeen or eighteen.
Jealousy! Countless young powerhouses all looked at Lin Mo with eyes filled with intense envy, wishing that his cultivation were their own.
"Half-step Martial Emperor, huh?"
The Phoenix King couldn't help but sigh with amazement. Her beautiful eyes were filled with brilliance, and now, she wasn't even clear on what realm of strength Lin Mo had actually reached.
Earlier, the Dragon Emperor had sent them to assist Lin Mo, but now it seemed that not only could they not help, but they also only played the role of spectators.
"The achievements of Mr. Lin now, I fear that the three of us will not be able to reach in our lifetime," said the Mystic King as well. His gaze held genuine admiration.
As for the Tiger King, he said nothing. Being the weakest among the three, he could only silently scoff to himself, "Mr. Lin is truly a peerless power."
"Amitabha Buddha."
At this moment, Du Kong from Shaolin Temple spoke with his eyes slightly closed, "Benefactor, your killing intent is too strong."
"So what?" Lin Mo looked at Du Kong with a casual gaze.
Du Kong was draped in a monk's robe, bearing the resemblance of a high-ranking Buddhist monk, "Lin Mo, you kill the innocent. We gathered here to have you atone for your crimes. Your killing intent is so heavy that you should repent in hell."
Lin Mo glanced at him lightly, with a somewhat playful smile, "Aren't the disciples of Buddhism supposed to save all sentient beings as their creed? You want to kill me as soon as you open your mouth. Is it you who has the heavy killing intent, or is it me who is senselessly murdering?"
"You..."
With those words, Du Kong's face turned red with embarrassment. Taking a deep breath, he said, "May Buddha forgive my actions today. Lin Mo, not only do you kill without hesitation, but you are also extremely arrogant, with no remorse in your heart. Today, I will act on behalf of Buddha to execute you, in accordance with heaven's will."
"Ha ha ha..."
Lin Mo laughed disdainfully, his voice indifferent, "Heaven's will, my ass! I'll just stand right here. If you think you can, come and try to kill me!"
Hearing this, everyone present felt that Lin Mo was far too arrogant.
"This boy is too full of himself, he must be executed!"
Lin Dong and Zhu Mozi exchanged a glance, their eyes burning with a storm of murder, dominating the entire place.
For a moment, all the disciples felt the immensely powerful auras from both, instantly becoming more confident, they shouted in response, "Execute him!!"
Watching the disciples encourage each other, Lin Mo's gaze remained calm and composed, his voice was domineering, "I give you one last chance. Those who want to leave now, I can spare you. But if you choose to stay, I will slaughter you all!"
"Hmph, Half-step Martial Emperor, think you're invincible just because you killed Liu Chunqiu? Today, all of us will surely execute you!"
Lin Dong and Zhu Mozi each snorted coldly, their murderous intent growing even stronger.
"My master was right!"
"With our combined efforts, we must slay this boy!"
Every young powerhouse present waved their hands in agreement.
In their eyes, although Lin Mo was mighty, their ranks included three super-powerful Emperors.
Of course, the main reason they didn't leave was their extreme envy of Lin Mo.
Lin Mo was only seventeen or eighteen and had already reached heights they wouldn't be able to achieve in their lifetimes.
They longed to see Lin Mo dead, for only then could their envious hearts find some solace.
Gazing at the hundreds of young strong men from the Hidden Sect, Lin Mo regarded them as mere ants, his voice cold, "Since you've made your choice, today, I shall slaughter you all!"
His voice, like the howl of a sword, resonated across the entire plaza, as if shaking the very sky and earth.
Feeling Lin Mo's icy and domineering voice, those young powerhouses couldn't help but step back, feeling as if an authoritative presence from the Nine Heavens had stunned their minds and chilled their bodies.
However, Du Kong, Zhu Mozi, Lin Dong, and others showed cold murderous intents.
Behind them stood several dozen middle-aged experts at the Advanced Martial Saint Realm.
Lin Mo stood with his hands behind his back, his indifferent gaze brimming with killing intent.
Thump!
With a single step, it seemed as if heaven and earth trembled; in the blink of an eye, those seven or eight young powerhouses standing behind Du Kong were so shocked that their internal organs shattered, and they died on the spot without even having a chance to react.
Seeing this scene.
"Lin Mo, you dare to kill my disciples before me, I shall kill you today!"
With a frosty look, Du Kong bellowed furiously, his killing intent erupting as he stepped forward.
In the air, afterimages flickered. He threw a punch, shattering space itself. His visage seemed kind, yet the murderous intent he exuded was like a fierce primordial beast, not at all like someone from a Buddhist Sect, but rather terrifying like a demon.
"Kill me? Trash!"
"Since you so wish to kill me, I'll humor you for a bit."
No sooner had he spoken than Lin Mo's voice thundered, shaking heaven and earth; the next second, under everyone's fixed gaze, Lin Mo slightly lifted a finger and unleashed Gang Qi from afar.
Boom!
Like the roar of Heavenly Thunder, Du Kong's face turned to shock in an instant. Instinctively, he withdrew his fist, using it as a barrier.
Whoosh whoosh whoosh! Countless streams of True Qi burst forth, forming a huge defensive fortress.
Crack crack crack!
Yet, the next second, Du Kong's barriers completely shattered. Lin Mo's Gang Qi sent him flying dozens of meters away!
Spitting out a mouthful of blood, Du Kong's eyes hardened with a heavier chill, "Boy, it seems I've underestimated you!"
Hearing this, everyone breathed a sigh of relief, believing the same thing—that Du Kong hadn't used his full strength, and Lin Mo's powerful energy could have been his full-powered strike.
They refused to believe that Lin Mo was so strong that he could so easily injure Du Kong, a Half-step Martial Emperor who had cultivated for decades.
With his hands still behind his back, Lin Mo's eyes remained indifferent, "Underestimate me? Even with all your power, you're no match for me; a waste is still a waste! You think you're strong? In my eyes, you're no different from ants!"
(Some readers say there's too much idle talk. Now, I'll use Lin Mo's tone to say one thing: if you like it, read it; if not, unsubscribe. I'm working hard every day to write. Whether my protagonist is invincible or there's too much idle talk, if you're willing to follow, then continue.)