Urban Powerhouse: Chaos Supreme

The sound fell, and a streak of blood-red sword light flashed by, slashing the flag planted in the Array Eye into two halves. Instantaneously, the surrounding White Fog dispersed like a retreating tide, revealing the original appearance of the valley below.

A young man dressed in a white robe with long, jet-black hair walked over.

The young man looked to be around twenty-five years old, with a face like fine jade and sword-like brows and starry eyes, exuding a semblance of feminine grace.

”Mr. Ning, what’s going on here?” Wei Zeyu exclaimed in alarm.

With the Array broken, they were already no match for Lin Mo, and now they had lost their advantage.

”Ning Xuan, weren’t you out traveling? How did you end up here?” Ning Teng stared at the other, his eyes revealing a hint of wariness.

”Eldest Young Master, I knew you were coming to Juling Peak and hurried back to lend you a hand,” Ning Xuan replied, his lips curving into a shallow arc, smiling like a gentle breeze.

Ning Teng frowned and said, ”It seems to me you’re not here to help me, are you?”

Wei Zeyu felt a foreboding sense of unease rising within him.

Lin Mo simply stood with his hands behind his back, watching the newcomer with a detached gaze.

”Eldest Young Master, just because you are the legitimate son and I the illegitimate, all of Joy Sect’s resources were given to you. And yet, you remain so inept,” Ning Xuan said, his smiling face suddenly turning cold.

”Ning Xuan, what are you trying to do?” Ning Teng’s pupils shrank slightly.

Ning Xuan didn’t respond to him; instead, he faced Lin Mo and bowed respectfully, saying, ”I presume you must be the famed Mr. Lin from the Northeast. I have some grievances with Ning Teng, and today I offer my aid to the senior.”

Lin Mo just gave him a cold glance and said nothing.

”Fine, Ning Xuan, you really dare betray me. Wait until we return to the Joy Sect and see how the Elder Council deals with you,” Ning Teng said, his eyes nearly splitting with rage.

In Ning Xuan’s hand, he twiddled with a spell, and from behind him, a three-foot longsword unsheathed. The sword was about two fingers wide, pointed and narrow, its entirety shimmering with a translucent blood color, as if it were forged from a single piece of blood jade. Within the Blood Sword seemed to flow thin streaks of fresh blood, emitting a terrifying blood light.

The Flying Sword soared up, directly colliding with the airborne Yellow Sword and Broadsword, creating intense clashing sounds.

”Mr. Lin, I will take care of Ning Teng. The other one is for you,” Ning Xuan said to Lin Mo before focusing on controlling the Blood Sword and engaging in combat with Ning Teng.

Lin Mo gave them a brief glance and then withdrew his attention.

The opponent manipulated the Blood Sword as if he were a Sword Immortal—in fact, the Blood Sword contained his own Essence Blood, and after countless refinements, it responded to him as readily as his own limbs.

Although Lin Mo disdained such Magic, for a Magic User on Earth to master this technique, and at such a young age, he was truly a genius of Lin Yue’s caliber.

”Mr. Ning,” Wei Zeyu, seeing Ning Teng caught in a deadlock, his pupils contracting and showing a fearful expression.

He and Ning Teng together were no match for Lin Mo, let alone now with only him confronting Lin Mo.

Lin Mo put away the Xuanyuan Sword, clenched his fist, pulling taut strings of sonic booms; streaks of golden Fist Power shot out with trailing light. Wei Zeyu clenched his teeth as he raised all his True Qi and engaged in battle with Lin Mo.

The speed of the two was too fast; if an ordinary person were present, they would only see a blue light and a golden light colliding with each other.

Ten seconds later, although Wei Zeyu was protected by Soft Armor, Lin Mo’s fists carried the weight of a surging sledgehammer, causing Wei Zeyu to retreat step by step. His internal Blood Energy boiled, and a strand of glaring fresh blood spilled from the corner of his mouth.

”Lin Mo, can we stop fighting? I promise the Green Dragon Gang will never bother you again!”

Wei Zeyu was thrown out once more, crashing to the ground and creating a large pit as dust rose in all directions.

”You talk too much,” Lin Mo said coldly, his fist striking through the air.

The golden Punch Mark pierced through the air, leaving a golden tail behind as it smashed into Wei Zeyu’s chest. The Fist Power penetrated through his chest to his back, causing him to show a pained expression and he coughed out a mouthful of fresh blood, while the ground around him cracked like spiderwebs.

Clutching his sunken chest, Wei Zeyu said in terror, ”If you kill me, Lin Mo, my dad will surely avenge me!”

”I’ll wait for him,” Lin Mo said, and then a Wind Blade swept out.

Wei Zeyu died.

Lin Mo took off the Soft armor from Wei Zeyu’s body. The Soft armor was about one centimeter thick, very light and soft, exuding a green luster with stripes of light glimmering. ”It indeed seems to be crafted from the scales of a Flood Dragon,” he said indifferently.

Meanwhile.

The battle between Ning Xuan and Ning Teng was also reaching its end. Ning Xuan, controlling the Blood Sword, had traces of fresh blood at the corner of his mouth, clearly struggling.

But several cracks had appeared on Ning Teng’s golden Broadsword. After the Blood Sword struck it once more, the golden Broadsword finally fell apart, shattering completely and turning into a broken Sword Talisman on the ground.

Seeing Wei Zeyu killed by Lin Mo, Ning Teng, clutching his chest, glared at Lin Mo and Ning Xuan and said, ”You got lucky today.”

With those words, Ning Teng formed a spell with his hands and a fierce wind blew up in the valley. He then turned and ran towards the outside.

”Big young master, do you think you can escape?” Ning Xuan shouted, hands forming a spell. The Blood Sword in the sky let out a slight hum, the blood flowing within the sword twisted into strands of blood around the blade and quickly chased after Ning Teng.

The blood strands from the Blood Sword fell down like drizzle, binding Ning Teng like a wrapped dumpling.

”Ning Xuan, if you kill me, the Great Elder and my father will never let you off,” Ning Teng said, his face showing panic, as he spoke bravely but with inner fear.

With blood streaked at the corner of his mouth, Ning Xuan wiped it away and looked at Ning Teng, ”Big young master, because you are his legitimate son and I’m just born from a concubine, you and your mother caused my mother’s death. If the Great Elder had not taken me on as a True Disciple, perhaps I too would have died at your hands.”

”Ning Xuan, if you kill me now, my father will definitely find out,” Ning Teng shrieked, his face showing terror.

The blood strands binding him were burrowing into his body, continuously draining his strength and Blood Energy, feeding it to the hovering Blood Sword above.

”There’s an Array fluctuation here, so father and grandfather probably won’t know that you were killed by me,” spoke Ning Xuan, gripping his hands tighter. The Blood Energy within Ning Teng’s body was crazily absorbed by the Blood Sword, his face displaying an extremely painful expression.

In less than a minute, Ning Teng’s body shriveled up like a deflating balloon.

”Ning Xuan, how dare you kill Ning Teng!” Just at that moment, a blurry apparition appeared above Ning Teng’s head.

The apparition was very vague and its appearance indecipherable.

Ning Xuan frowned, ”Father, you forced me into all of this.”

With that, Ning Xuan’s gaze hardened, his hands performed another spell, and a sword light surged forth, dissipating the apparition into nothingness.