Urban Powerhouse: Chaos Supreme

Everyone around froze in place, some so scared that their legs gave way and they fell to the ground with a thud. Others screamed in terror, and some even started to vomit.

The remaining members of the Bloodthirsty Society, about a dozen who were not injured, began to retreat backward, their eyes filled with shock and fear as they looked at Lin Mo. In their eyes, this young man from Huaxia seemed like the Grim Reaper from Hell itself.

Quan Xiangyu was caught in the snare too, but his throat had already been severed by True Energy Silk, and he lay on the ground. The complexion of Quanzhou City was deathly pale as he watched Lin Mo with a slight tremor throughout his body. For the first time, the leader of this underground organization felt a deep fear, especially due to the indifference in Lin Mo’s gaze. It seemed like the gaze of a great devil who held life no dearer than weeds, a gaze that could only have been cultivated through immeasurable bloodshed.

The blood spilled all over the ground and the wails of the people laying there made the scene even more horrifying.

Liu Yanlan covered Liu Jing’s eyes, shaking with fear as well.

This was modern society, and Lin Mo had killed so many people, enough to shock the officials of Han Country.

Long Hao, Long Jianfeng, Jiang Wei, Nie Ping, and others also felt a cold dread. With just a wave of his hand, he had slaughtered dozens of people; it was simply devilish.

”You... you dare kill so many people?”

Quanzhou City was angry, but above all, fearful and shocked, knowing that such a massacre in Han Country would definitely enrage the government.

”I forgot about you,” Lin Mo turned his head, his gaze indifferent as he looked at Quanzhou City.

Just as he was about to act, a loud shout boomed, ”Seeking death!”

Following that voice, a path opened up in the crowd on the left, and a middle-aged man with sharp eyes stepped forward, followed by several men with powerful auras.

As they emerged from the crowd and saw the people lying on the ground, missing limbs or cut in half, their faces all changed.

And there, standing among the people on the ground, were a black-haired young man and a delicately beautiful young woman, attracting everyone’s attention.

”Brother Xian.” Quanzhou City’s face brightened with a glimmer of joy upon seeing the newcomer.

The man called Brother Xian was slightly frowning, his eyes filled with suppressed anger, and a strong aura of murderous intent suddenly surged around him, his hairstyle somewhat resembling wild grass.

”That person’s hairstyle is so strange, isn’t it?” Yingzi remarked with her bright and curious eyes, somewhat puzzled as she looked at Brother Xian.

Lin Mo said indifferently, ”That’s an ancient hairstyle of Han Country’s people. He must be a Martial God Level master.”

Just as Lin Mo had guessed, Jin Xian was indeed a famous Sword Dao master in Seoul, having opened more than a dozen Martial Arts Halls there.

Jin Xian and Quanzhou City’s Bloodthirsty Society were intricately connected. After hearing Quan Xiangyu’s report yesterday, Quanzhou City knew that Lin Mo and the others might be Martial Arts Masters from Huaxia, so he had called on Jin Xian for help, though it seemed he had arrived a bit late.

The sharp gaze in Jin Xian’s eyes seemed to transform into a sword, thrusting towards Lin Mo’s spirit.

”Hmph!”

Lin Mo snorted coldly. His Divine Sense was not something Jin Xian could challenge. In fact, how many people could now contend with Lin Mo’s Divine Sense?

”Eh!”

Jin Xian’s expression subtly changed as he felt his spiritual power collide with what seemed like a steel wall. He couldn’t help but show a serious look on his face.

Even Han Country’s martial artists placed great emphasis on cultivating their spiritual power. Compared to martial artists from other countries, theirs was very focused and formidable. However, Jin Xian had not anticipated that Lin Mo’s spiritual power seemed even stronger than his own.

”Brat, you dared to slaughter so many people in my Han Country. I, Jin Xian, must kill you today,” Jin Xian said as he unsheathed a blood-colored long blade.

The blood-colored long blade was slender and sharp, slightly curved like the crescent moon. The moment it was drawn, it flashed with a cold light. If one looked closely, they could see densely packed, complex and ancient patterns on the blade’s body.

Ordinary people might mistake these intricate patterns as mere decorations on the blood-colored long blade, but Lin Mo knew that they were something similar to inscriptions on talismans, magic patterns that could enhance the strength of the blood-colored long blade or its bearer.

”Master, let me fight,” Yingzi raised her head, looking at Lin Mo with eyes filled with anticipation.

Lin Mo nodded.

Yingzi extended her wrist, which was as fair as frost and snow, and gave it a slight shake. The bell between her fingers emitted a clear and spiritual sound. Immediately, a green light and a purple light converged, and in her palm was a three-foot-long purple and blue treasure sword.

The onlookers’ eyes widened more than light bulbs at this scene.

”Could this girl be an immortal?”

”She must be a fairy descended to earth. Otherwise, how could she cast spells?”

”Could she be the reincarnation of the Purple Cloud Fairy?”

While the crowd was amazed, Jin Xian’s arms tensed with veins bulging like Qiu Long dragons, and a sharp cold light burst from his eyes. He didn’t care for such minor magic; what truly incensed him was that Lin Mo had sent a woman to fight him, showing complete disregard—an outrageous insult.

Grasping the blood-colored long blade, Jin Xian charged forward. The long blade traced a shadowy, cold line as it cleaved through the air, emitting a sharp and piercing sound.

”Nine Heavens Sword Technique!”

Yingzi wielded the Nine Heavens Sword with her hand movements, stepping forward as her wrist shook. The clear and purple light on the Nine Heavens Sword danced like interweaving dragons, with countless sword flowers blossoming in the air, dazzlingly bright.

During the clash of the sword and the blade, Jin Xian’s arms went numb from the powerful force transmitted through the blood-colored long blade, almost causing it to fly out of his hand.

Yet, Yingzi continued to brandish the treasure sword, creating lotuses made of green and purple sword light that solidified in mid-air.

Lin Mo stood to the side, like a teacher watching his student, to assess the learning results. He couldn’t help but nod slightly, his lips curving in a satisfied smile.

This sword technique was one he had taught Yingzi. Its sophistication was unmatched, and the young girl was now using it effortlessly, clearly having practiced extensively in secret.

”Chi Long Sword Technique.” Jin Xian, too, recomposed himself after the collision. Skidding across the ground, leaving white marks, his expression became serious again as he swung the blood-colored long blade. Flecks of golden light emitted from the magic inscribed on the blade by Master Yun Shen from the Asakusa Temple, which could enhance the speed and power used with the blood-colored long blade, almost by an increase of ten percent.

As Jin Xian brandished the restored blood-colored long blade, white slashes appeared in the air, these cuts seeming almost tangible and lingered without dissipating.

”Master hasn’t used this move in a long time, right?”

”Master is bringing out his ultimate techniques; the opponent is definitely done for.”

”I remember the last time Master used this move was five years ago. A great master from Brazil challenged the sifu and ended up being hacked into pieces.”