Urban Powerhouse: Chaos Supreme

Cui Xuanjian suddenly opened his eyes, a cold sweat beading on his temple. He saw a cold and indifferent young man with black hair and pupils sitting on the sofa opposite him, calmly watching him with eyes black as the stars.

His study was guarded by several martial artists, and there were soldiers and bodyguards in the yard. Without his permission, no one was allowed to enter.

”Who are you? How did you get into my study?” Cui Xuanjian, who controlled assets worth billions and was a top tycoon, still managed to maintain his composure, slightly furrowing his brow, but he seemed to have guessed the young man’s identity.

”You sent people from the Nan Family and the Qian Family to kill me. Don’t you know who I am?” the young man said indifferently.

”Are you Lin Tanyu?” Cui Xuanjian’s pupils suddenly shrank, finally revealing a trace of fear. ”My villa is heavily guarded. How did you get in?”

”How I got in is none of your concern. You just need to know that you’re about to die.”

Cui Xuanjian suddenly stood up, his eyes narrowing slightly, ”I am the Chairman of Sanhe Group. I have many friends in the upper echelons of Han Country. If you kill me, it’s like declaring war on Han Country. No matter how strong you are, you can’t fight against jets, tanks, and nuclear bombs, can you?”

”Does Han Country have nuclear bombs?” Lin Mo asked with a playful look. Even if they had them, without special conditions, they wouldn’t dare to launch them. Otherwise, dragging millions of people to their death would bring condemnation from the whole world. Who would dare to face such consequences?

”I can give you money.” Cui Xuanjian was ultimately afraid Lin Mo might actually proceed to kill him, panic-stricken, he said, ”Any amount, I can even give you shares of Sanhe Group.”

”When you sent people to kill me, you should have expected this outcome!”

A cold gleam shone in Lin Mo’s eyes, and suddenly, he brought his palms together and swept them across his chest. A streak of bright light shot tens of meters away, piercing Cui Xuanjian’s neck.

The leader of a group that accounted for nearly 10% of Han Country’s GDP was killed by Lin Mo.

If this news got out, it would surely shake Han Country, and even the finances of Asia might be affected.

But none of this had any significance to Lin Mo. Anyone who wanted to kill him would die by his hand, no matter who the adversary was.

After the murder, Lin Mo suddenly transformed into a golden light and shot out the window, leaving a long golden trail in the sky before vanishing above.

However, the appearance of this golden light had already alarmed the guards in the villa. As everyone watched the golden light disappear into the distance, they were jolted awake and rushed towards Cui Xuanjian’s study. Soon a crowd entered and found Cui Xuanjian’s decapitated corpse.

The crowd was bewildered. The villa was guarded as securely as an iron barrel, even more tightly than the Prime Minister’s mansion in Han Country. Yet under such tight security, Cui Xuanjian was killed, and they didn’t even catch a glimpse of the assassin. The shock swept through them, coupled with a creeping fear.

The attacker had not chosen to storm in, perhaps out of fear of modern weapons, but this manner of assassination was extremely difficult to guard against.

Especially concerning was the reaction of three hundred special forces troops brought in from the armed forces, with their leader, a captain, clenching his fists tightly, his face turning red with rage as he stared at Cui Xuanjian’s body.

Lin Mo’s rampage in Han Country had already alarmed its upper echelons. The military was hesitant to confront him openly, fearing to cause public panic. Nevertheless, the Military Region Commander had established a special research team to analyze his capabilities.

Thus, this unit assigned to protect Cui Xuanjian had another objective—to annihilate Lin Tanyu. They had even deployed special forces and Breaking Weapons, including newly developed F-type Flame Bombs with temperatures that could reach two thousand degrees, burning everything to ashes.

Now that Cui Xuanjian was dead without anyone even catching a glimpse of Lin Tanyu, on their return, they would likely face an inquiry at headquarters, and court-martial was even a possibility. How could he not be furious!

After leaving Cui Xuanjian’s luxurious residence, the golden light transformed back into an unadorned longsword, hovering in the sky and emitting joyful, clear ringing.

In a hotel room by the window, a young man wearing a black suit with sleek, long black hair, had eyes shining like the stars. One hand was in his pocket while the other held a glass, one-third filled with crimson red wine.

The corners of the young man’s mouth curved up slightly, displaying a touch of indifference.

”Well done, Xuanyuan Sword.”

It turned out that the ’Lin Mo’ who appeared in Cui Xuanjian’s study was not himself but the Xuanyuan Sword.

Xuanyuan Sword, now a lifebound magic treasure to Lin Mo, could be manipulated through three thousand meters without difficulty given Lin Mo’s current level of cultivation. Not to mention, with a Sword Spirit dwelling in it, taking on a physical form was not a difficult task.

Lin Mo imbued his Divine Thought into the Xuanyuan Sword, severing Cui Xuanjian from the air.

”It seems that nowadays, many countries have become increasingly stronger in terms of weaponry, so even the invincible must constantly strive to enhance their strength.”

Lin Mo’s eyes revealed a hint of sharpness.

Inside a grand palace of Han Country,

a tall middle-aged man sat cross-legged, while several beautiful maids danced around him.

The man, with his eyes slightly closed, had an intoxicated look on his face, seemingly immersed in the music and dance.

His face was broad yet exceedingly clean, and his skin was fair, making him appear like an ordinary person.

”Prime Minister, the upper echelons of the right-wing forces request an audience,” a servant cautiously stepped into the palace and whispered, as if afraid to disturb his mood.

President Wen opened his eyes, ”Let him come in.”

After speaking, President Wen waved his hand. Now bereft of real power in Han Country, he spent his days leisurely, listening to music and watching dances, but he still had a few confidants around him.

The maids in the palace all withdrew, and then a man in his early fifties, dressed in a suit, walked in. He knelt on the ground and respectfully addressed, ”Gao Zhouyuan pays respects to the President.”

”Rise,” said the President.

Gao Zhouyuan stood up, but still bowed at a ninety-degree angle, not daring to look directly into President Wen’s eyes. He then spoke slowly, ”President, Cui Xuanjian is dead.”

Upon hearing this, President Wen’s hand, holding his cup of wine, paused slightly.

”A Huaxia martial artist has turned our Han Country upside down,” President Wen put down his wine cup.

”However, it seems that the man has no intention of staying in Han Country. After killing Cui Xuanjian, it looks like he plans to leave,” added Gao Zhouyuan slowly.

President Wen shook his head and then stood up, ”So we just let him leave like this?”

”Do you mean to suggest the defense officials mobilize the army to kill him?” Gao Zhouyuan looked slightly shocked.

President Wen shook his head, ”Do I now have the power to command them? A mere Huaxia martial artist dares to run amok in our Han Country, as if it’s defenseless?”

As they spoke, footsteps echoed from outside the door, light yet distinct, striking the heart as if hitting a drum or a gong.

Gao Zhouyuan turned his head in surprise and saw a dignified elder slowly approaching the palace. The old man’s long hair reached down to his waist like a silver waterfall, and he stood as erect and solid as a heavy sword.

”Teacher,” President Wen bowed respectfully with hands clasped together.

Gao Zhouyuan suddenly jolted, then looked at the old man with a furrowed brow.

He had never heard of the President’s teacher,

unless it was...

The second-generation Sword Saint of Han Country, who once crossed the sea to Huaxia and slaughtered dozens of Huaxia martial arts masters.

But rumors had it that Liu Zhengming had died in battle in Huaxia; how could he be here?

Even if he were here, by age, he would be two hundred years old, an age rarely attained by humans.