The Old Witch Master's chest bore a hole as large as a finger, bafflingly translucent and clear, yet it did not heal with the rest of his body. From this hole emitted a faint green luminescence. This shade of green was left by the Green Sword that had pierced his body moments earlier.
"What is this? Why can't my body heal?"
A hint of panic painted the Old Witch Master's face, as he had never encountered such a predicament before. Countless times, he had faced life-threatening danger and escaped death by using his divine skills to counterattack his enemies.
"This is Yang Wood Energy. You practice Death System Skills, and life counters death," Lin Mo said indifferently.
He had just been cultivating the Yang Wood Divine Skill over the past few days. The punch he had thrown contained a hidden strand of Yang Wood Energy. Yang Wood represents life, and since the Old Witch Master was enveloped in Death Energy, he was naturally countered by the Yang Wood Energy.
This was why such elation occurred; the effect of Yang Wood Energy in suppressing darkness, Evil Qi, and Corpse Qi was even more fierce than that of Fire Based Technique.
"No, I can't accept this..."
The Old Witch Master's face twisted into a gruesome and terrifying expression, his pupils constricting with endless resentment.
However, no matter how he shouted or struggled, the small green hole in his chest emitted a dazzling green light, soon sprouting branches, vines, and green leaves before gradually spreading from his chest, eventually covering his entire body.
The Old Witch Master also felt his body transforming; his skin became more rigid, turning into dry bark, his bones turned into tree trunks, his meridians into roots. Gradually, his whole being turned into wood, teeming with vitality yet devoid of life.
Meanwhile, a black light orb about the size of a palm flew out from atop his head, turning into a streak of light and speeding away.
"Where to, come back," Lin Mo beckoned.
The black light orb, initially having flown away, suddenly came under a pulling force, flew back, and landed in the palm of Lin Mo's hand. This was the Old Witch Master's soul.
A slight smile on his lips, Lin Mo casually tossed the soul into his Space Ring.
Then, treading upon the void, Lin Mo walked step by step toward the mansion located halfway up the mountain. With each step, it seemed as though there were stairs beneath his feet.
Watching him approach, the people standing outside the mansion tensed, finding even breathing difficult.
Walking on void, treading the skies; if he's not an Immortal, who is he?
Many superstitious onlookers knelt down, fearing they might provoke the Immortal.
As Lin Mo drew closer, everyone could clearly see his appearance—ordinary, with black hair and black eyes, bearing a youthful scholar's grace.
"How is it him?" Tong Ling almost fell to the ground in shock.
Wasn't this young man just Zhang Mengmeng's ordinary friend?
"It really is Lin Mo," Zhang Mengmeng's eyes widened in realization, twinkling like stars.
"Xiao Meng, what are you doing here?" Lin Mo's feet touched the ground, and with slight surprise, he walked over to Zhang Mengmeng and asked.
Zhang Mengmeng bit her lip and softly said, "I came here to play with my grandma and them. Just now you..."
"Merely dealt with an enemy," Lin Mo said with a smile.
Seeing his appearance, everyone fell silent, and Li Si along with other young men and women were utterly shocked.
This Immortal actually knows Zhang Mengmeng?
Zhang Mengmeng's grandfather, Zhou Mingbo, along with her uncle and aunt, and even her mother showed expressions of shock—they had no idea their daughter knew such a powerful and divine figure.
"They are here because..." Zhang Mengmeng looked at Lin Mo, hesitant to speak.
"I know everything."
Lin Mo smiled lightly; just previously, his Divine Sense had spread across the surrounding area for miles, and he already knew who these people were and why they were here.
Moreover, just a while ago, Mu Chaosong had openly declared his intention to kill him. Lin Mo would not let him off easily.
Li Si stood by the side, her face alternating between shades of red and white. Her husband was merely a lieutenant, while someone else's boyfriend was an Immortal. How could they compare?
Mu Wanqing clenched her fists, her expression complex as she stared at Lin Mo.
Li Si's face burned with embarrassment, wishing she could find a crack in the ground to crawl into.
Zhang Mengmeng stood by Lin Mo's side, basking in the attention of all the big shots in the room, inevitably feeling a bit nervous, yet also a little joyful.
"Miao Sandao has met Mr. Lin!"
"Miao Jiangpu has met Mr. Lin!"
Miao Sandao and Miao Jiangpu both bowed and greeted him at the same time.
"Do you know me?"
Lin Mo glanced at the two of them and asked indifferently.
Miao Sandao nodded and said with a bitter smile, "I once had the honor to see Mr. Lin at a distance, but he was conversing with some big shots then, so we could only watch."
Mu Wanqing, gritting her silver teeth and clutching her pale fists, although furious and resentful that Lin Mo had made her kneel at the auction, her eyes conveyed more fear than anger.
Mu Chaosong hesitated for a moment and then proclaimed with his arms crossed, "Sir, truly a hero emerges from youth."
"Weren't you just trying to kill me?"
Lin Mo said with a half-smile, "If you knew who I am, you wouldn't have thought that."
"I am the Sky Group Chief Instructor!"
"I am the Young King of Shu Province!"
"I founded the multi-billion empire Die Mo Pharmaceutical!"
"I dominate Jiangzhou, the Qu Family bows to me!"
"I crush the Northeast, the Azure Dragon is destroyed!"
"I went alone to New Russia, a one-man opposition!"
"I went to Han Country and killed the Sword Master Liu Zhengming!"
"Just now, I killed the Old Witch Master of the Black Witch Sect with a single punch!"
"I am the Strongest King of the Qingyun List, Lin Tanyu!"
Lin Mo enunciated each word distinctly, with every statement, the crowd's complexion changed, and ultimately Mu Chaosong fell to his knees, his face as white as paper, realizing how ludicrous it was for him to have thought of killing Lin Mo!
Mu Wanqing trembled violently, her eyes wide with disbelief, unable to accept that Lin Mo's words were true; her eyes were bloodshot, filled with veins.
A complete silence fell over the place.
The crowd took a long time to recover.
But Lin Mo's words were certain, and considering his recent display of power, everyone felt he was unlikely to lie - could all of this be true?
Similarly, Mu Chaosong, Mu Wanqing, Fu Shengxue, and others were pale.
Mu Chaosong even forced a bitter smile, previously imagining how to annex Jiangnan, but Lin Mo was already eyeing the map of Asia, no longer on the same level. Only international superpowers and a few major nations could possibly contend with Lin Mo.
"Lin Tanyu of the Qingyun King List!"
Though Mu Chaosong was involved in the Underworld, he was also a Martial Artist. Even though he barely paid attention to the news from the Martial Arts World, the name Lin Tanyu was legendary to him. He just never expected that Lin Mo was the celebrated Lin Tanyu from the Martial Arts World.
Indeed, many in the Martial Arts World knew the name Lin Tanyu, but the name Lin Mo was far too unfamiliar to them.
"Now, do you still want to kill me?" Lin Mo asked with an indifferent expression, his hands clasped behind his back, looking calmly at Mu Chaosong.