Urban Powerhouse: Chaos Supreme

Kunlun Mountain, expansive and majestic, carries a special significance; it is the gathering place of ancient legends.

At this moment, on a towering peak of Kunlun Mountain, a black palace stands like a pagoda. From afar, a streak of light rapidly approaches the black palace.

”Bold! Who dares to trespass on the temporary residence of the Mystic Realm Sect?”

A young man dressed in a long black robe, with a golden ’Mystic’ character embroidered on his chest, blocked the rapidly approaching figure. ”Senior, please report this. I am here to find my young master. He is called Lin Mo and is currently in the Mystic Realm Sect palace.” The streak of light paused, revealing a spirited young girl—Yingzi, with her exquisite face full of

anxious expressions. ”Lin Mo is a genius disciple selected for the Mystic Realm Sect and is currently cultivating inside the palace. Unless there’s a special circumstance, no one is permitted in or out,” the youth in black robe stated coldly, showing no warmth despite facing a cute girl.

Yingzi clenched her pale fists, feeling as anxious as an ant on a hot pan. She knew the black robe youth’s prowess surely exceeded hers, and forcing her way in would likely also put her young master at risk of punishment.

”What should I do?”

Yingzi blinked her eyes, and suddenly a light flashed in her mind. Her True Yuan rapidly increased, releasing her energy.

Within the Mystic Realm Sect’s palace was a barrier array to prevent Divine Thought exploration, but Yingzi knew Lin Mo’s Divine Thought was stronger than many. If she emitted enough aura, Lin Mo should be able to sense it.

Lin Mo, who had remained inside the palace for more than a month, had already absorbed most of the Mystic Realm Sect knowledge; however, he hadn’t begun cultivating other secret techniques. It’s not just him who hasn’t cultivated; the top ten geniuses from the Golden Secret Realm Trial have hardly trained either. They are the selected talents and will certainly be heavily nurtured upon joining the Mystic Realm Sect, unlike the other disciples joining only with quotas. If they cannot stand out, they will unlikely achieve much, just like the ordinary disciples currently in the Mystic Realm Sect.

”Yingzi’s aura.”

Lin Mo suddenly put down the tome he was reading, furrowing his sword-like brows.

If it wasn’t for a special situation, Yingzi shouldn’t have come to the Mystic Realm Sect palace to find him. With this thought, Lin Mo immediately flew towards the palace exterior but was blocked by two Mystic Realm Sect disciples as he reached the palace entrance, ”Lin Mo, without orders from the Guide or elders, now no one is allowed to leave the palace. Please return.”

The two weren’t overly cold towards Lin Mo because his title as a top talent assures future resource cultivation, which would sooner or later lead him to surpass them, so... they weren’t indifferent towards Lin Mo.

”I have urgent matters; please allow me a trip outside.” Lin Mo cupped his hand, furrowing his brows as he spoke.

”Sorry, we only follow the orders of the Guide and elders. Please don’t make it difficult for us, Mr. Lin.” The two shook their heads.

A figure as graceful as a butterfly suddenly appeared at the palace entrance, glancing at the two and saying, ”Let him go out.”

”Yes, Eldest Miss.” The two exchanged a glance and then formed a seal with their hands, opening the palace barrier.

The butterfly-like figure was none other than Meng Qingge.

”Thank you, Eldest Miss Meng.” Lin Mo cupped his hand and immediately flew into the sky.

Standing in the palace doorway plaza, Meng Qingge frowned her delicate brows upon seeing Lin Mo’s departure, ”That damned person caused such a commotion upon arrival, I must report to Grandfather.”

Finishing her mumble, Meng Qingge turned and flew inside the palace.

The palace was divided into nine levels, each dozens of kilometers high, with Mystic Realm Sect disciples guarding the entrances; however, Meng Qingge’s status allowed her to directly reach the Ninth Level’s secret room unhindered.

In the secret room sat a white-haired elder, with his aura extremely concentrated, not even emitting a trace of Spiritual Energy.

”Grandfather.”

Meng Qingge directly entered the secret room, calling out.

”Oh, what is it? Isn’t it fun? Do you want me to send you back to the sect first?” The white-haired elder opened his eyes, a kind smile spreading across his wrinkled face.

”No, the Qionglong Star folks have arrived; you must have sensed it too.” Meng Qingge shook her head, furrowing her brows as she spoke.

There are seven Supreme Elders in the Mystic Realm Sect, all with Semi-Saint-level strength, representing the sect’s utmost power, among whom Meng Qingge’s grandfather, Meng Hedao, is one.

Meng Hedao nodded, ”Hmm, I anticipated this. Qionglong Star is closest to Yu Lan Star, and I’ve heard they have a flying treasure of Star Sea Level, so by this speed, they are expected at Yu Lan Star.”

”Grandfather, what should we do?” Meng Qingge furrowed her delicate brows as she asked.

”Do what should be done. However, you can make contact with them; be adaptable to the situation.” Meng Hedao quietly said.

”Yes, Grandfather.”

Meng Qingge nodded and then exited the secret room. Meanwhile, high above Kunlun Mountain, Lin Mo left the palace and confirmed Yingzi’s location, appearing before her instantly, ”Yingzi, why have you come? You wouldn’t be here unless it was something major; what happened?

?”

Upon seeing Lin Mo, Yingzi’s furrowed little face relaxed considerably, though her features were marked with heavy concern, ”Master, a major event has occurred...”

After Yingzi recounted the situation to Lin Mo, his expression also turned exceptionally grim.

Aliens?

A huge sword?

Destroyed a neighborhood, killing tens of thousands!

”Damn it, who could it be? Surely not someone from the Mystic Realm Sect.” Lin Mo ground his teeth, his eyes budding with blood traces, teetering on the edge of extreme anger.

This is his homeland, and the deceased were his compatriots.

”Master Fang and others have already gone; Master, what do we do now?”

Confronted with such an occurrence, Yingzi also appeared unsure.

”Let’s go and see first.” Lin Mo said, instantly transforming into a streak of light, flying towards Xuzhou City. In the blink of an eye, he reached the city’s precinct, seeing a huge sword piercing the sky, with a neighborhood nearly ninety percent destroyed. The continuous arrival of ambulances to transport the injured, his deep and dark eyes gradually reddened. ”No matter who it is, I must seek justice.” Lin Mo clenched his fist. As his Divine Thought explored, he suddenly detected Fang Tangjing and others’ weak spiritual power fluctuations.