Urban Powerhouse: Chaos Supreme

A blood-colored ribbon emerged in the darkness, fleeing into the distance. But just as it escaped less than a kilometer, several snow-white beams of light appeared out of thin air, criss-crossing; each sword light was dazzlingly white, weaving and slicing through.

All of this happened in less than a second!

”No!”

”Impossible!”

Johnny roared mournfully, watching helplessly as a crack appeared on his arm, then his left arm fell off, leaving a smooth wound.

Soon, horizontal and vertical cracks appeared all over Johnny’s body, like a humanoid puzzle splitting apart, shattering into pieces and falling to the ground, while the blood mist lingering in the sky also dissipated with Johnny’s demise.

The space around Lin Mo also transformed, the icy world vanished, the wind and snow receded, the rundown mansion district returned to its tranquil and quiet state.

”Heavenly Reversal Nine Swords First Level Shadowless Kill, the masterpiece of a Sword Dao Peak Master, truly a Mysterious Divine Power.”

Lin Mo murmured to himself.

Earlier, he had unleashed the Heavenly Reversal Nine Swords!

This swordsmanship was something Lin Mo had acquired in a Secret Realm, but at the time, he was immersed in cultivating magic powers, unable to abandon his cultivation to start over with Martial Arts Divine Power, so he kept this swordsmanship without practicing it.

It was rumored that the Sword Master had reached a peak realm, just a step away from the legendary Immortal Realm. The Heavenly Reversal Nine Swords he created were considered peerless swordsmanship, and this Sword Master ultimately only completed the Eighth Layer of the sword technique. If he could master the Ninth Layer, he might have truly broken the heavenly barrier and ascended to the True Immortal position!

Unfortunately, the genius senior who created the Heavenly Reversal Nine Swords claimed to have only mastered the Eighth Layer on the day he reached his life limit, demonstrating how mystical this swordsmanship was, and of course, its power was undeniable.

Suddenly.

Lin Mo decisively struck his chest with his palm, spitting out a mouthful of blood.

The sorrow and pain in his eyes quickly vanished, replaced by an incredibly tenacious gleam.

”That was close, I nearly created a Heart Demon just now.” Lin Mo said in fear.

If one feels lost or depressed during cultivation, emotions stemming from the soul can create barriers of Heart Demons in one’s mind, unseen at the moment, but when one faces the Heavenly Tribulation, these Heart Demons could emerge, posing an unimaginable threat.

Lin Mo clenched his fist, his eyes radiating brilliance, as the previous gloom and confusion were completely wiped away.

Immediately, Lin Mo transformed into Flowing Light, flying into the dimly lit mansion, pressing down a Bronze Lamp, clack. A wooden bookshelf slowly moved to the left, revealing the interior. About ten young men and women, diverse in appearance and skin color, were curled up inside iron cages, their eyes filled with fear and dread, their bodies trembling violently from terror.

In the iron cages, those imprisoned within, men and women of various skin tones, all with eyes full of panic and fear, looked at Lin Mo.

Lin Mo shook his head, these people were evidently raised in cages, provided for Count Johnny and others as food, extracting blood.

”Clang!”

Lin Mo shot a finger, a beam of golden light shattered the padlock on the iron cages, squeak squeak, the iron doors slowly opened.

”You can all leave now.”

Those curled up in the iron cages exchanged glances, seemingly unable to believe they could leave, until a blonde woman slowly stepped out of the cage, joy appearing on her fearful face, prompting the others to follow suit and leave the cage.

”Quickly, get out of here.”

Lin Mo said indifferently.

The group panicked and fled from the mansion as if escaping, Lin Mo only shook his head lightly, the Blood Clan treating ordinary humans as food; if these people really appeared on Earth, the entire Earth would probably descend into chaos.

After these people left, Lin Mo walked around the mansion; there was nothing special in the mansion, corners were covered in cobwebs, and some furniture was stained with a thick layer of dust.

Lin Mo slightly furrowed his brows, slowly walked down the stairs, and returned to the bookshelf on the mansion’s first floor. The bookshelf was leaning against the right side of the fireplace, filled with densely packed books, judging from the covers and paper quality of these books, they all held some historical significance.

”The strength of one Count Johnny is equivalent to an ordinary Innate existence; the power of this Blood Clan’s lineage still exceeds my expectations.”

Lin Mo murmured to himself.

At the same time, on the bookshelf in front of him, those ancient books all seemed to have wings and flew out from the shelf, floating in the air. Hundreds of books floated in the air simultaneously, automatically opened, pages flipping continuously, making a rustling sound.

Lin Mo’s Divine Thought was akin to hundreds of people reading simultaneously. Before long, all these books transformed into a pile of ashes, burned in the void, and disappeared completely.

After finishing these books, Lin Mo’s originally indifferent face gained a slight hint of seriousness. The books almost entirely introduced various information about the Blood Clan.

The Blood Clan considers themselves as noble royal bloodlines, classified into Viscount, Baron, Count, Marquis, Prince, and even the legendary King of Bloodline according to Western honor ranks.

”Johnny is a Count, his strength comparable to Innate, so the Marquis’s strength should be about equal to mine. As for Prince, King, and even the most ancient King of the Blood Clan, their strength should be even more formidable.”

Lin Mo murmured to himself, his sword eyebrows slightly furrowed toward his brow. Besides these, the books also introduced information about Werewolves, Feathered People, Dark Knights, and Wizards, although not much useful information was there. What astonished him was that most of the books were Blood Clan Secret Techniques on how to awaken a Blood Clan Prince.

and there were densely packed notes on them.

”Could Johnny be planning to resurrect a Prince-level Blood Clan?”

Lin Mo’s eyes suddenly widened, sleek and terrifying.

”My strength is equivalent to a Marquis, then Core Formation Cultivator corresponds to Prince. So, what about Prince? Does that correspond to a Golden Core Stage Cultivator?”

It should be noted.

Earth is now in an era of Spiritual Energy drought, with very few people practicing cultivation. Despite Lin Mo encountering many Martial Artists, Superpower Users, and Magic Users, compared to Earth’s vast population of seven billion, those who actually practice cultivation are extremely rare. Lin Mo doesn’t believe there are strong people with Golden Core Stage strength on Earth. First, because of Earth’s Spiritual Energy drought, such powerful people wouldn’t remain on Earth to cultivate; they would surely go to the cosmos to seek other planets rich in Spiritual Energy for cultivation. Secondly, given Earth’s conditions, it’s not possible

to birth a strong person at the Golden Core level.

A cultivator at the Golden Core level has a lifespan of fifteen hundred years, and Lin Mo has long researched Huaxia’s historical data. Based on his analysis, Earth already entered a state of Spiritual Energy decay over a thousand years ago, though slightly better than now.

Therefore, if a powerful individual with Golden Core Stage Cultivation emerged on Earth, they could almost dominate the entire planet. Even if modern nations hold earth-destroying nuclear weapons, as long as a Golden Core Stage Cultivator doesn’t face a direct nuclear attack, they can completely be fearless!

After all, the power of nuclear bombs is enormous. If a Golden Core Stage cultivator stays in the President Mansion, who would dare throw a nuclear bomb? If it’s a small nuclear explosion device, that kind of power wouldn’t possibly kill a Golden Core cultivator.

”However, nothing is certain. If a Prince resurrects, I would likely be killed with one move.”

Lin Mo clenched his fist, but the books didn’t clearly record how to resurrect or information about the Prince.

But seeing these materials is already enough. Lin Mo, having just stepped into the Innate Realm, initially thought there were few people on Earth who could threaten him, never expecting the simultaneous appearance of the Blood Clan and Winged People.

Among the Winged People, those with four wings have ordinary Innate strength, while those with six wings likely match his strength, maybe even those with eight or twelve wings exist, possessing even more terrifying strength!

”In cultivation, one cannot be arrogant and needs to be grounded, always maintaining a sense of crisis, and striving to cultivate.”

Lin Mo silently thought to himself.

If those legendary figures in the books emerge, whether for Earth or Lin Mo, it would be catastrophic. After all, the Blood Clan almost considers humans as food. Once they appear, humanity would be thoroughly enslaved.

Lin Mo, although capable, would likely be unable to protect his family, former classmates, friends at that time.

”I must continue working hard to cultivate.”

Lin Mo bit his silver teeth, suddenly his gaze focused, and a fragment about the size of a palm fell onto the floor, making a soft ding sound.

This fragment was completely black, with nothing special about it, but Lin Mo was sure he hadn’t seen this black fragment earlier.

”What is this?”

Lin Mo beckoned, the fragment automatically flew up, landing in his palm.

”Hmm?”

Lin Mo attempted to probe it with his Divine Sense, but once the Divine Sense touched the fragment, it was like mud entering the sea, without causing any ripples. Moreover, this black fragment, with a metallic texture, carried a bit of chill and toughness, yet lacked any peculiar aura.

”Could it have fallen out from the books just burned?” Lin Mo wondered, then stashed the black fragment in his Space Ring. Although he didn’t know its use, being able to block his Divine Thought, certainly it wasn’t a piece of ordinary broken iron.

Wonderful continuation tomorrow.