Urban Powerhouse: Chaos Supreme

”Just underestimated? In my eyes, you are nothing more than a caterpillar! I’ll kill if I want to! Let you know what the consequences of provoking me, Lin Mo, are like!”

Lin Mo snorted coldly, his icy gaze turned towards Yuan Qianqiu, his expression indifferent. Just with the likes of Yuan Qianqiu and his group, they also dared to cheat when vying for his attention?

”Arrogance should come with qualifications. You’re far from qualified. Don’t think that just because you’ve slain the Four Guardians of Wind, Rain, Thunder, and Lightning that you can do whatever you please in the Twelve-story Building. If you really think so, you’re greatly mistaken. The Twelve-story Building is teeming with experts, so why should we care about a greenhorn like you?”

A Great Hall Master to Yuan Qianqiu’s right stepped out leisurely, his aura naturally formidable with each step he took. His gaze seemed to possess the power to pierce through everything, as if Lin Mo had nowhere to hide under his watch, all of his secrets laid bare.

Then, the Great Hall Master continued to speak, ”No wonder you are so arrogant; turns out you’re a Peak Martial Saint!”

Though the words from the Great Hall Master sounded calm, his heart was actually quite shocked. How old was Lin Mo? He appeared to be no more than seventeen or eighteen at most, right? In Shanghai and across Huaxia, he was just a person who hadn’t stepped into adulthood yet.

Yet, such a young man had already reached the Peak Martial Saint. How could he not be shocked? To cultivate to the Peak Martial Saint at such an age in Shanghai and across Huaxia was monstrous.

”What, Peak Martial Saint? Did the Great Hall Master misspeak? Are you sure he is a Peak Martial Saint?”

”By age, wouldn’t his talent be even more terrifying than our Deputy Tower Owner?”

”That’s impossible, right?”

”It must be right; the Great Hall Master has cultivated the Heavenly Eye Technique. Unless someone’s Martial Arts Cultivation is much higher than the Great Hall Master’s, it might be impossible to discern their level. For those at a comparable level, he sees right through them!”

Many standing at the entrance of the great hall from the Twelve-story Building whispered among themselves, their hearts quite shaken. Their gazes upon Lin Mo’s silhouette were like looking at a monster.

And throughout, Lin Mo’s chilly face wore a touch of indifference, ripple-free. Frankly, what the Great Hall Master had said was nothing but a joke to him.

Lin Mo simply held the Xuanyuan Sword and stepped out. The Sword Qi around him roared incessantly, giving the impression that he was a young Sword God descended from the heavens, unmatched and unstoppable, his sword as if it was designed to slay Gods.

Even the Great Hall Master, also a Peak Martial Saint, inexplicably felt the suppressive might of Lin Mo’s Sword Qi.

Boom!

The Great Hall Master also took a step forward, his aura roaring, the pressure from his form rolling. In an instant, behind him rose the spectral image of a Primordial beast, looming over Lin Mo with a terrifying aura that kept pressing down on him.

”The Primordial Technique, the Great Hall Master is using his most prideful Cultivation Technique, the Primordial Technique. It seems that even if this young man is a Peak Martial Saint, he could definitely be slain by the Great Hall Master!” Everyone thought so secretly in their hearts.

Boom!

The Primordial Storm swept anew, the terrifying might of the Primordial savagely dominating the heavens and the earth. Suddenly, the spectral image of the Primordial beast behind the Great Hall Master erupted with a thousand streams of chilling light, its claws tearing at the cosmos, viciously slashing towards Lin Mo.

One after another, the destructive storms of the Primordial beasts enveloped Lin Mo quickly, the momentum of the beast shaking inside the great hall, causing it to tremble.

Then.

Gale-force winds howled. Lin Mo’s clothes fluttered, and right when the claws of the Primordial beast’s spectral image were about to strike down, Lin Mo pointed towards the sky. A piercing killing sound cut through the air, followed by a streak of murderous light that flashed through the sky, a single thrust piercing the heavens and the earth.

Pfft!!

A tearing sound exploded. The next second, everyone saw the fierce and terrifying spectral image of the Primordial beast being extinguished by a finger of light from Lin Mo. Right after, Lin Mo’s figure whooshed towards the Great Hall Master.

Seeing this scene, the complexion of the Great Hall Master changed drastically, as he stepped back in shock. However, he discovered that a cold sword light was slashing down from the sky, the sword light like that of a King, one strike to exterminate everything.

”You’re a Peak Martial Saint just like me; how can you be this strong!” The Great Hall Master cried out in terror; his heart was utterly stunned.

”After all that talk, are you trying to prove how foolish you are? Now I’ll tell you, you’re no different from an ant!” Lin Mo’s voice boomed, unyieldingly domineering; even to a Peak Martial Saint like the Great Hall Master, he was no different from an ant.

Was this statement born of arrogance or confidence?

”Bold but not ashamed, I want to see what capabilities you have to execute me,” the Great Hall Master bellowed, raising his palm. Countless destructive storms crushed the heavens and the earth as they descended from the sky toward Lin Mo. His handprint was like an endless mountain suppressing everything.

”Annihilate!”

A single word spoken indifferently by Lin Mo, and the sword qi that his palm had condensed continued to howl down, causing a boundless storm of sword light inside and outside the great hall of the Twelve-story Building.

Pffft...

The sword light fell, instantly shattering the Great Hall Master’s handprint. Lin Mo’s voice was cold as he said, ”Speaking of capabilities, you are not yet worthy!”

Boom!

Before Lin Mo’s words could finish echoing, the terrifying power of the sword cry grew even more horrifying. Following that, Lin Mo reached out to cover the skies, making the descending sword light seem sharper, annihilating everything.

The Great Hall Master’s face turned pale. With a lift of his hand, he tried to blast away the falling sword light and destroy it.

Pffft!!!

His blast was instantly torn apart by the sword light. Lin Mo exuded a sword intent that reached the heavens, the sword light continuing its descent, instilling fear in the Great Hall Master’s heart and forcing him to retreat involuntarily.

At that moment, from the strike of Lin Mo’s sword, the Great Hall Master felt as though he was nothing more than an ant.

”Die!”

Lin Mo’s voice, as if emanating from ancient times, reverberated in the Great Hall Master’s ears.

”No...”

Unable to help himself, the Great Hall Master roared. He was, after all, at the level of a Peak Martial Saint—how could he be willing to die like this? Yet, facing Lin Mo’s Heaven Slaying Sword, he was powerless.

The sword light slashed down, tearing everything apart. Under the astonished eyes of everyone present, the Great Hall Master’s body was mercilessly extinguished, causing a shudder in the hearts of all, and making them too afraid to even breathe.

Just one sword, that’s all it took.

The Great Hall Master was executed by a single sword strike from this young man.

It felt as if no matter how powerful one was, they could not withstand a single strike from Lin Mo’s sword.

What level had his Mastery of the Sword Dao reached? No one could guess!

In the blink of an eye, Lin Mo had executed dozens of powerhouses from the Twelve-story Building, causing even the high and mighty Yuan Qianqiu’s face to turn extremely ugly, and he even felt a trembling in his heart from Lin Mo’s overwhelming strength when facing stronger opponents.

”Who would have thought—I, Yuan Qianqiu, after living for so many years, would encounter such a formidable youth!” Yuan Qianqiu spoke coldly. Too many strong had already died in the Twelve-story Building; there could not be any more deaths.

”That’s because your thinking is too retarded!” Lin Mo said coldly.

”Such insolence! Even if at your young age you are a Peak Martial Saint, in my eyes, you are still nothing but an ant!” Yuan Qianqiu declared, his aura erupting like a Nine Nether mad dragon, sweeping across the entire scene, pressing down on countless people to the point where they almost spat blood.

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There was also a browser reader who said that what was that thing about immortal cultivation masters, professing it to be much stronger than what I write. I went to check—it hadn’t even left Earth in nine hundred chapters, and titles like ’Grandmaster’s Might’ are still popping up after nine hundred chapters, still pretending/bullshitting with some international doctors. I won’t say much, if you like it, go read it now.

Also, to those who truly like this book, I want to say: my work is of equal quality to other authors, yet I earn less than one-fifth of what they make. So why should I write without any water? It’s exhausting to come up with the plot, and the income is not even a fifth of what others make for the same quality. Frankly, my opening to this story was written about nine months ago, and it didn’t catch on with the trend, leading many readers to abandon it at the start. My own skills aren’t trash either. I assure you when I start a new book next time, it will perform far better than this one. The reason I continue to write this book is to stabilize it and not give up halfway through. Otherwise, I could be writing a new one and possibly earn several times more in a month. In addition, I am very grateful for every reader who has been quietly following and supporting this book with your comments. I will try to condense it later on. Thank you for your support.)