Urban Powerhouse: Chaos Supreme

Exaggerating and babbling?

Lin Mo glanced at him, said nothing, and continued to observe the sword marks etched on the stone forest.

The silver-haired old man also glanced at Lin Mo, with a bit of admiration in his eyes. It’s not wrong for young people to be arrogant; without arrogance, they wouldn’t be young. Typically, when a World General sees him, even without recognition, they should sense his power surpasses the Marquis Level. Usually, they treat him with utmost respect, but this guy in front of him acts as if he doesn’t see him at all.

In the stone forest.

The silver-haired old man no longer paid attention to Lin Mo. He continued to stare at the stone pillar in front, with his eyes focused, meticulously trying to comprehend the sword marks left on the stone pillar, hoping for some enlightenment, his spirit entering a mysterious realm.

In front of one stone pillar, Lin Mo stopped his steps, concentrating on comprehending the sword marks on the pillar.

Unlike others, who viewed the sword marks with a hint of the mysterious aura left by the Saint, Lin Mo watched them with simple appreciation from the heart.

His heart realm had reached another level, heart like the bright moon, illuminating the world and leaving frosty traces.

Moreover, Lin Mo had been cultivating the Sword Dao, and with his heart realm, he comprehended his own ’Melancholy Mist Rain Sword’. His understanding of the Sword Dao was far stronger than others.

His perspective on these sword marks became extremely pure, allowing him to directly connect with his heart.

”Oh, so that’s how it is.” Lin Mo broke off a tree branch, held it in his hand, and casually waved it, imitating the residual sword marks on the stone pillar.

The branch was soft yet resilient, and he deliberately didn’t use True Yuan, just swung casually. Yet, with his mind and spirit unified, he fell into a mysterious realm only he could feel. Slash, pick, stab, turn, rotate, retract; every move was ordinary but contained a unique charm, pleasing to the eye.

As he waved the branch, it sketched out a meaning of Sword Dao.

In his hand, the willow branch continued to swing, as if he were dancing with a sword, his figure swaying like joy, sorrow, anger, and indignation.

Seemingly decisive and killing-intent filled sword skills often contained a thread of vitality, hiding a touch of softness.

Not far away, the silver-haired elder, who had been concentrating on the stone pillar, sensed something; he suddenly turned his head, his face climbing with shock as he stared with wide eyes at Lin Mo wielding a willow branch as if playing with a sword.

Lin Mo didn’t use True Yuan, so these sword skills had no power; yet the meaning did not diminish.

”Xia Ling Venerable’s swordsmanship?” The silver-haired elder widened his eyes, with his heart like a stormy sea.

In the stone forest, Hong Yi and others were initially watching the sword marks on the stone forest’s outskirts, but could not comprehend them. Suddenly, Hong Yi’s expression slightly changed and said, ”Someone seems to have realized something in the stone forest center? Let’s hurry over and see.”

Enlightenment!

Once enlightenment occurs, everyone standing in the stone forest perceives it. At this time, everyone gets excited because when someone attains enlightenment, if they rush over, they might also pick up on the earthly rhythm generated by another’s enlightenment, making it easier to comprehend something.

”Who has realized something in the center of the stone forest, surely it’s the Realm King or Realm Emperor.”

”It must be Sword Mad World Emperor, he’s been at the center of the stone forest for a whole year. It must be he who realized something.”

”Quick, someone realized something, let’s hurry over, hurry over! Maybe we still have a chance to borrow the earthly rhythm from someone else’s enlightenment to achieve our own.”

The cultivators from all directions in the stone forest immediately rushed toward the center of the stone forest.

Lin Mo was still immersed in his world, watching from the outskirts of the stone forest to the center. A complete set of sword skills seemingly imprinted itself in his heart.

The stone forest outskirts contained some swordsmanship initially comprehended by Xia Ling Venerable. As you went deeper into the stone forest, with Xia Ling Venerable’s growing strength and heart realm, the sword skills became sharper and more profound.

One by one, figures quickly arrived at the center of the stone forest, then stopped, widening their eyes at the young man holding a branch. The young man wielded the branch like a treasure sword; each stab, pick, turn, and move was full of sword rhythm.

”It’s not Sword Mad World Emperor?”

”It’s someone unknown; judging by his strength, he should be a new World General, right?”

”Star Domain Level cultivation, not entirely reaching World General’s cultivation.”

”He can comprehend Xia Ling Venerable’s sword skills?”

The people rushing from all around the stone forest were stunned, shocked, their mouths hanging open, unable to come back to their senses.

Hong Yi, Su Xue, and others also arrived around the stone forest, and when all their gazes fell on Lin Mo, they were stunned, their pupils slightly contracted, somewhat disbelieving.

”He, he can comprehend the swordsmanship left by Xia Ling Venerable?” Yu Haichao’s mouth opened, his mind blank.

Soon after, Yu Haichao’s pale face turned bright red. He had always been prejudiced against Lin Mo, even slightly looking down on Lin Mo’s unique arrogance. Now he finally understood that Lin Mo’s arrogance was not without reason.

”So strong, just walking through the stone forest, he directly comprehended the swordsmanship from Xia Ling Venerable’s time as a World General.” Dong Xu inhaled sharply.

Ling Tong was also surprised, her small cherry mouth slightly open. This neighbor, who from the start seemed a bit ’eye-catching’, really had some trump card.

For a moment, after their initial shock, those people began to close their eyes, carefully comprehending the roaming sword rhythm.

Usually, even if someone comprehended something, it was just a move or a skill. Nobody did it like Lin Mo, directly showcasing all the swordsmanship from Xia Ling Saint’s time as a World General.

”Such a person, you can only befriend, not antagonize.” Hong Yi sighed in his heart.

Lin Mo, immersed in his world, completed a set of sword skills. Then he returned to his senses and saw hundreds of people surrounding him, each with eyes filled with a peculiar light gazing at him.

”Just now, what happened?” Lin Mo looked puzzled, like a Monk who couldn’t figure it out.

”Wonderful, truly wonderful! To think you, kid...” The silver-haired old man strode over, coughed, and said, ”To think this little brother’s insight into the Sword Dao is so formidable, damn, too impressive.”

The silver-haired old man had originally maintained a dignified aura from long-standing authority. With those words, he lost all his authoritative aura.

The silver-haired old man had stayed in the stone forest for a full year and had never seen Lin Mo. The first time he saw Lin Mo enter the center of the stone forest, Lin Mo could perform a set of sword skills, indicating Lin Mo hardly came to the stone forest often.

Comparing people really makes one frustrated.

”You can call me Sword Mad World Emperor.” The silver-haired old man looked at the confused Lin Mo and said with a smile.

”Sword Mad World Emperor?” Lin Mo bowed slightly, not expecting that the old man in front of him was a Realm Emperor.

The two words Sword Mad indicated the other was also obsessed with the Sword Dao.

”Quickly, tell the old man how you comprehended Xia Ling Saint’s sword skills?” Sword Mad asked urgently.

Not daring to be pretentious, Lin Mo immediately replied, ”Xia Ling Saint’s sword skills don’t suit me, nor do they suit you, senior. This swordsmanship was realized and created by Xia Ling Venerable during the World General period. Though very strong, it contains her own Sword Dao. I believe Xia Ling Venerable must have created this swordsmanship when she was emotionally moved, cold and fierce yet full of melancholy, yet containing a trace of softness.”