Urban Powerhouse: Chaos Supreme

Streams of Primordial Energy surged from all directions, converging toward Lin Mo’s body as their focal point. At this moment, he was like a blue whale, gulping down seawater, gathering countless True Yuan; the sheer power nearly suffocated everyone around.

Standing at the shore, He Shouming, He Jingxing, and others had to retreat over ten meters before they could finally catch their breath.

He Wuxue’s beautiful eyes widened like copper bells, filled with brilliant colors and a faint trace of anticipation and excitement.

This was the inherent worship humans had for the strong.

Let alone Wei Jingshou and the rest, whose minds had already gone blank. Was this Martial Arts?

Lin Mo’s displayed aura had seemingly transcended Martial Arts, stepping into a higher realm. Perhaps, as he said, his Fist Skill was that of an Immortal.

The likes of Wei Zifa, Wei Yongning, and Tian Yun had turned deathly pale; Lin Mo was too strong. Had they actually clashed with Lin Mo inside the villa just then, probably just one punch from him could have reduced them all to dust.

”How can he be so strong!” Wei Qiankun curled his hand slightly, then clenched it into a fist, nearly grinding his teeth to bits.

This genius had just emerged from his seclusion on the island and faced one setback after another, just as Lin Mo had said—there were no geniuses before him.

Meanwhile, at the storm’s epicenter, the Old Green Dragon and the Great Elder also had dark and solemn expressions on their faces.

”The Lotus blooms three petals, three petals transform into a thousand swords!” The Great Elder muttered to himself and began to accelerate the hand seals he was forming.

Golden light began to shine intensely from the eleven lotuses encircling the three individuals, dazzling and radiant. Upon the dark surface of the sea, eleven golden lotuses floated, lively as though real, yet dreamlike and illusory.

From those lotuses emerged golden Flying Swords, each three feet long, hovering in the air. These swords trembled incessantly, emitting a series of clear and resonant sword cries.

The True Yuan inside the Old Green Dragon began to rise continuously as well, with the Azure Dragon scales that originally covered his entire body growing an inch longer, becoming even sharper and more resilient. At that moment, his body shone like Green Light Glass, as indestructible as a jadeite.

Both of them simultaneously unleashed their True Yuan, boiling the water on the entire dark sea surface as if it were on fire. Just then, golden light converged into a fist above Lin Mo’s hand, shining like the rising sun, so bright that it was impossible to gaze into directly.

”Take my punch,” Lin Mo said, and by the time the last word fell, he had vanished from his spot.

In the next moment, Lin Mo appeared in front of the Old Green Dragon. His fist, devoid of any fancy movement, was as straightforward as a child who had just started learning martial arts, and he struck out flatly and directly.

The Old Green Dragon’s face changed color instantly upon feeling the annihilating aura from the punch, as if it could shatter the restraints of heaven and earth.

When their fists met, there was no sound or breath; even the earth-shaking noise was absent. Instead, a silent Qi Ring spread hundreds of meters from their bodies as the center. The powerful and violent energy drilled into the sea, turning each drop of water as heavy as a thousand jun. Many fish lurking in the sea were instantly squeezed into mush, coloring the water blood red.

”What Fist Skill is this?” the Old Green Dragon asked calmly, his lips moving slightly.

”A Fist Skill you will never be able to reach in your lifetime,” Lin Mo said indifferently.

”A Fist Skill I will never be able to reach in my lifetime?” The Old Green Dragon’s face showed a flash of rage, then a hint of bitterness crept across his lips. He lifted his head, staring into the vast starry sky: ”Could it be that you are from somewhere else?”

Lin Mo withdrew his fist and did not answer.

”I thought that after reaching the Advanced Martial God, there would be no more paths ahead. Where is the path ahead?” The Old Green Dragon’s eyes revealed a hint of sorrow.

Lin Mo spoke lightly, ”The path lies at your feet.”

In fact, Lin Mo’s current strength prevented him from unleashing the full power of his Cultivation Technique. Perhaps, when his Cultivation Technique reached its zenith, he could pulverize planets with a single punch and possess unrivaled combat power. Therefore, Lin Mo needed to continue his cultivation to verify just how formidable his Cultivation Technique truly was!

Even though he couldn’t evoke the full power of his Fist Skill right now, reaching just a few levels of it might be enough for him to dominate Earth.

As soon as Lin Mo finished speaking, the last glimmer of light in the Old Green Dragon’s eyes gradually faded until it finally extinguished, and soon after, the Old Green Dragon’s body turned into specks of green light that dissipated over the dark sea surface.

This punch had shattered not only his body but also his soul.

At that moment, the Great Elder had just completed his sealing spell. Seeing the Old Green Dragon being killed by Lin Mo with a single punch, his face revealed a look of shock.

”Go!” The Great Elder shouted coldly, and the Golden Light Swords in the air, emitting a piercing cold energy, began to vibrate violently. The Golden Swords gradually condensed into a solid form, a vast killing intent enveloping Lin Mo, as if even the sea water had been frozen by the killing intent, showing no ripples, like a black mirror made solid.

Lin Mo had killed the Old Green Dragon, leaving Wei Jingshou and others in utter shock.

Yet, the thousands of Golden Light Swords in the night sky were even more startling and touching.

”I fear that even if I exert all my strength, I could at most only intercept three Light Swords,” Wei Jingshou said with a somber look on his face, frowning and shaking his head.

Although Lin Mo’s punch was tremendously powerful, capable of destroying heaven and earth, who could guarantee he still had the energy to land a second punch of the same caliber?

Frowning, Wei Jingshou was not overly optimistic about Lin Mo’s chances.

”That punch must have drained all his strength; now, his death is certain,” Wei Qiankun’s lips curled into a slightly cold smile.

He Wuxue’s pale hands were slightly curved as if holding a fist, her willow leaf eyebrows pressed together, her pretty face bearing traces of worry.

But just as everyone was intensely focused, the Great Elder suddenly enveloped himself in golden light and fled into the Black Sea, actually running away.

”Trying to escape?”

Lin Mo squinted his eyes, and at the same time, the already assembled thousands of Golden Light Swords in the sky fiercely flew towards him. The shrill sound of the swords and the air being pushed back felt like meteors falling down, dazzling beyond measure.

”Xuanyuan Sword!”

Lin Mo bellowed, and a streak of silver light illuminated from behind him. A beautiful silver Flying Sword broke through the sky, transforming into dozens of identical silver Flying Swords, casting silver streams of light, like a silkworm spinning silk, converging on the Golden Light Swords in the sky.

Wherever the silver Flying Swords passed, several Golden Light Swords were cleaved into golden powder, dissipating between heaven and earth.

Lin Mo’s gaze followed the direction in which the Great Elder fled. His Divine Sense spread out, and like Floating Light and Shadow, he gave chase.