A stream of azure light, a stream of red light, and a stream of yellow light moved with incredible speed, traveling from twenty li away to land on a flat area of a snow mountain in the blink of an eye.
Yingzi and Lu Xing knew that the people from the Heavenly Sect were formidable, but the three individuals before them were young in appearance, two men and a woman, seemingly possessing even greater strength than Luo Yin—prompting a look of surprise from them.
If the youth within the Heavenly Sect all possessed such strength, what about the abilities of the Sects within it? If they were all to emerge, the whole world would probably be thrown into chaos.
"Qingxuan Master arrived at the Miao Xue Divine Palace first and didn't even wait for us," sighed a man with flowing hair, holding a folded fan, clad in a thin robe, yet seemingly unfazed by the cold of the snow mountain, speaking with an air of leisure.
"Hehe, I heard that Qingxuan went to the Miao Xue Divine Palace to look for his so-called fiancée. I guess he's been suffocating inside the Heavenly Sect," another man with a buzz cut chuckled with a vulgar smile.
The other, a woman with clean skin and a delicate face, possessed a few traces of elegant demeanor. She frowned, apparently disgusted by the buzz-cut youth's comments, "Qingxuan is looking for his wife. We need to do our work in the Mortal World as well. I heard that the Evil Demonic Dao also knew about the news regarding the Heavenly Road, so we must find what we need first."
"I don't care what you two do, but I've been cooped up in the Sect for too long. I need to find someone to stretch my muscles," the buzz-cut youth said, clenching his fists, a thrill flashing across his face.
The young man with the folded fan shook his head with a wry smile, "The Martial Artists of this Mortal World are like children to us. Isn't it bullying to pick them for practice?"
"True, this Mortal World probably does not even have one person worth fighting," the buzz-cut youth lamented. The elegant woman furrowed her brows, "I'm not sure about the current strength of the Mortal World's Martial Artists, but don't cause too much commotion. You know, there are entities similar to 'Heavenly Sect' in Western Countries too. If they discover our competition for Cultivation Resources and get involved, it would be troublesome. Moreover, currently, nuclear weapons maintain order in this world; even we from the Heavenly Sect have to yield somewhat."
"So what you're saying is, I pleaded with my father to let me out, and I can't even find a bit of fun?" the buzz-cut youth couldn't help but huff coldly.
Suddenly, as the three were chatting, their expressions subtly changed, because they noticed three figures appeared before them.
It should be noted that none of the three had detected any 'living beings' nearby before; the other party had obviously concealed their presence.
"Are the three of you from the Heavenly Sect?" Lin Mo asked with a half-smile, looking at the trio.
The strength of the three before him was between Late Stage and Middle Stage Foundation Establishment, but clearly, because of the Cultivation Techniques they practiced, their strength could be said to be among the strongest Magic Users Lin Mo had seen, even comparable to the Cultivation of Myanmar's Witch King.
Even if they were from the Heavenly Sect, based on Lin Mo's conjecture, the Heavenly Sect was merely the lowest-ranking Sect among the Ancient Cultivation Sects left on Earth; it was unlikely they could all nurture such 'geniuses.' These individuals were probably the geniuses within the Heavenly Sect, which enabled them to reach this cultivation level.
"Who are you?" The young man with the folded fan slightly narrowed his eyes, shooting two cold glints from his pupils.
Lin Mo replied indifferently, "Didn't you just say you couldn't find anyone worth fighting in the Martial Arts World? I am from the Huaxia Martial Arts World."
Upon hearing Lin Mo's words, the buzz-cut youth couldn't help but clench his fists excitedly, "It seems you are not weak. Why don't you fight with me? My dad wouldn't let me fight in the Heavenly Sect. Now that I am out, the sky is high and the Emperor is far away; he cannot control me."
"Yao Lei, this person isn't simple; we didn't even notice him just now," the elegant woman said with knitted brows.
"Brother, since you know about the Heavenly Sect, you must be the descendant of a prominent family or major Sect in the Martial Arts World. I am Ouyang Xinghe from the True Fire Sect," the young man with the folded fan said with a salute.
"I'm Yao Lei from the Wind Thunder Sect," the buzz-cut youth declared, his eyes brimming with a warrior's intent.
"Red Moon Sect's Wu Yue," the elegant lady spoke slowly.
These three names, if mentioned within the Heavenly Sect, would surely shock and terrify, yet Lin Mo had never heard of them, so his expression remained unchanged.
"Just now you mentioned Qingxuan Sect, and the Qingxuan Master—he went to the Miao Xue Divine Palace for what reason?" Lin Mo cut straight to the point.
Seeing Lin Mo ask in such a way, all three of them frowned slightly, clearly a little angry. Lin Mo, even if he were the offspring of the number one Martial Arts Family in the Mortal World, should not be so rude when encountering them, not even introducing himself before questioning them.
"Who do you think you are, talking to us like that?" Yao Lei clenched his fist, snorting coldly, "Have you become so accustomed to the Martial Arts World down here that you don't realize there are higher heavens beyond your own?"
As he spoke, several golden thunder and lightning flashed on Yao Lei's body, and his fists gathered crackling, dense thunder, his gaze intensely fixed on Lin Mo.
"Since none of you are willing to cooperate, then I'll make a move."
Lin Mo was eager to test the strength of the cultivators from the Heavenly Sect. As he spoke, he spread his arms open, and within his palms, it seemed as if a vortex had formed, drawing in spiritual energy from tens of miles around—an immense and boundless aura radiated from him.
This must have been the first time Lin Mo had employed such a large-scale magic. Almost immediately, the area for tens of miles around was nearly vacuumed by him.
The faces of Yao Lei, Wu Yue, and Ouyang Xinghe suddenly changed, a sense of annihilating aura descending from the sky.
In the heavens, dark clouds converged, and Thunder Snakes soared.
"Suppress!"
Lin Mo uttered these two words softly.
Dozens of bolts of thunder from the sky fell almost as if to split heaven and earth, the power of obliteration contained within them. As the thunder struck down, it turned all the snowflakes in the air into dust.
"Be careful."
Ouyang Xinghe instantly threw his folded fan into the sky, which upon meeting the wind only held for a mere three seconds before being struck down by the Heavenly Thunder.
Wu Yue conjured a treasure sword, and Yao Lei's body emitted a golden light as a Thunder Pillar as thick as a person shot into the sky.
But all their efforts were futile against the Thunder Prison falling from the sky, which left them in a sorry state. Lin Mo outstretched his hands and grasped forcibly, and the three Space Rings fell into his hands. After a sweep of his Divine Sense, his face revealed a look of delight. Just as he suspected, these three were not ordinary disciples—the contents of the Space Rings were too rich.
Lin Mo pocketed the three rings, and a few minutes later, as the three of them could no longer hold on, the thunder and lightning in the sky finally began to dissipate, revealing the clear blue sky.
Wu Yue's clothes were torn and ragged, her hair messy, and her pretty face flushed with anger.
Ouyang Xinghe and Yao Lei were in the same condition, with steam rising off their bodies.
All three felt utterly humiliated—they were the Heaven's Chosen Sons of the Heavenly Sect, and they never expected that they would be 'robbed' as soon as they arrived in the mortal plane, with one person suppressing all three of them.