Urban Powerhouse: Chaos Supreme

As Lin Mo vanished before his eyes, only the silver sword light and the golden light sword in the sky converged, and the sea gradually returned to calm.

Old Green Dragon and the Great Elder of the Joy Sect had traveled thousands of miles to target Lin Mo, ending with one dead and one fleeing.

”Thank goodness I didn’t provoke him,” Wei Jingshou sighed in relief, turning his head and glaring fiercely at Wei Yongning and the others.

Wei Yongning’s face turned pale and then flushed. If Wei Ya had truly angered Lin Mo, perhaps Lin Mo would have annihilated the Wei Family as well. Wei Ya was just an unremarkable junior of the third generation in the Wei Family; Wei Yongning still had several sons. If the Wei Family’s foundation were destroyed because of Wei Ya, it would be his inescapable guilt.

He Shouming, He Jingxing, and Qiu Zhen stood dumbfounded on the beach, the cold sea breeze brushing against their faces, still unable to regain their senses for a long time.

The battle Lin Mo had just fought against Old Green Dragon and the Joy Sect’s Great Elder had completely overturned their conventional worldviews, resembling a battle between mortals.

He Wuxue gazed at the spot where Lin Mo had disappeared, sighing softly, a hint of melancholy in her eyes.

Just now, Lin Mo, enveloped in golden light, had fought over the sea like a golden War God descending from the heavens, full of heroic spirit, possessing a bravery that no one could match. To all those so-called sons of noble families and genius youths in Fu Province, the difference in stature before him was like that between a grain of rice and the moonlight.

Probably any woman would be moved by such a man.

”I will definitely defeat you, Lin Mo,” Wei Qiankun muttered to himself, clenching his fists, his eyes filled with a hint of warlike intent.

Meanwhile, far out at sea, the Great Elder of the Joy Sect had already escaped dozens of miles using his Wind Control Skill; looking back, he could no longer see the coastline. ”My array could only trap him for a moment, this boy is too strong. If I confronted him directly, I might have ended up just like Old Green Dragon.”

”Is that so?”

Suddenly, a faint voice reached the Great Elder’s ears.

The Great Elder’s complexion drastically changed, and he looked up only to see a figure with black hair and black pupils standing on the surface of the sea in front of him.

”How are you faster than me?” the Great Elder asked in amazement. He was now ninety years old; since his teens, he had traveled Huaxia with a Feng Shui master and had accidentally received some secret teachings, mastered magic, and established the Joy Sect, excelling incredibly in the way of magic.

Moreover, to save his life, he had cultivated the Wind Control Skill to its peak, his speed faster than a racing car; yet Lin Mo had silently caught up to him, apparently even waiting for him for some time. Lin Mo was proficient in various cultivation techniques of the Cultivation World; any technique revealed could make the magic users on Earth fight fervently over it. His Floating Light and Shadow, Shrinking Ground to Inches, though not instantaneous over long distances, were already near subsonic speeds; catching up to him was just a matter of ease.

”Lin Tanyu, do you really want to fight to the death with me?” the Great Elder calmed himself down, his eyes holding a few traces of cold light as he stared at Lin Mo.

”Even if you can kill me, I will fight fiercely to injure you severely; then, the enemies you have offended will come after you. Are you not afraid?”

Lin Mo shook his head. ”You overestimate yourself. You’re weaker than Old Green Dragon, so even a desperate fight is just a struggle at death’s door. Thinking of injuring me seriously? You’re thinking too much.”

As the Great Elder spoke, he was already covertly forming a spell. Suddenly, his body burst into a great golden light, and behind him appeared a roughly thirty-foot tall golden phantom—an image of a venerable Buddhist figure—the seawater within hundreds of meters illuminated by the golden light, revealing everything clearly.

In the space, chants of Buddha resonated, the Great Elder sat in the lotus position, his eyes tightly closed, his entire body enveloped in a golden glow, resembling an old Buddhist monk, exuding a solemn and majestic aura.

”If a Buddhist disciple were to see this, they would certainly think they had witnessed a miracle and would bow down in worship. However, Lin Mo only shook his head. The solemnity was merely an illusion, and within his pupils two needle-tip-sized golden flames flickered, allowing him to see through all falsehoods.

Behind the Great Elder, the dignified Buddha statue concealed an Evil Buddha with a pair of blood-red giant eyes—it was the demonic counterpart of the Buddha.

Although the Joy Sect was a branch of Buddhism, its cultivation techniques were too evil and it had long been expelled from the Buddhist tradition. The Joy Sect believed it practiced the path of blissful Buddha, but it was merely a demonic illusion.

At that moment, the phantom behind the Great Elder began to stare intently. In just a few breaths’ time, the Buddha behind him seemed to become tangible, standing like a real Buddha statue above the surface of the sea.

And at the same time, streams of essence blood continuously flew from the Great Elder’s body into the Buddha statue behind him.

Every powerful individual had a trump card. Lin Mo had long anticipated that the Great Elder would definitely have a lifesaving trump card. This method of using one’s own fresh blood to cultivate a demonic Buddha was merely a consumption of his essence blood and lifespan, similar to the Martial Arts World’s Divine Strike, a kind of possession by gods.

Just as Lin Mo had theorized, the Great Elder was now ninety years old. Even if he had reached the Middle Stage of Foundation Establishment, given the insufficient spiritual energy on Earth, he could live to about one hundred and fifty years at most. Using this secret technique would greatly consume his lifespan and he would absolutely not use it unless absolutely necessary.

”Lin Tanyu, you are forcing my hand.”

The Great Elder’s lips tightened, his voice booming like thunder, and he suddenly opened his eyes. His pupils revealed a vision of a bloody Asura, akin to a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood.

The great Buddha standing behind the Great Elder also opened its eyes, its dual golden glares sharp as swords, thrusting forward.

”How dare you!”

Lin Mo shouted coldly and threw a punch head-on, directly shattering the two beams of golden light.

”Great Vajra Tathagata Divine Palm.” The Great Elder’s eyes, roiling with a sea of blood, raised his withered palm. At the same time, the phantom of the Buddha behind him also raised a golden palm about thirty meters large, locking its murderous intent on Lin Mo.

The enormous palm imprint came crashing down, but Lin Mo stood proud and fearless, meeting it with a punch.

The moment they made contact, Lin Mo was smashed into the sea, like a cannonball plunging a hundred meters deep. If it had been an ordinary Martial God, just the sheer impact would have crushed their body and bones. However, Lin Mo was cultivating the Vast Universe Technique and had reached its fifth layer.

Even airplanes and cannons couldn’t harm him; such a level of force could not injure him at his core.

When the palm fell, it pressed a deep imprint in the seawater, which was then swallowed by the cold, dark sea.

”Is he dead?” The Great Elder frowned, staring at the sea surface.

Just then, a figure burst out from the sea, standing in the air, his right hand stretching towards the eastern sky, shouting loudly, ”Sword, come!”

From dozens of leagues away, a silver light streaked across the dark sky, like a meteor flying into his hand.

”Xuanyuan Sword, cut down this Evil Buddha.”

(The excitement continues tomorrow.)