Someone shouted loudly, instantly snapping those who had fallen into shock back to reality. Then, the remaining nine Sword Masters simultaneously made their move.
Sword Light swept across.
Sword Flowers bloomed in clusters.
The Fist Power was like a mountain, and the group launched a coordinated attack from various intricate angles, knowing that in single combat, even Li Yanzhen would not be able to defeat Lin Mo, so they opted for a group assault instead.
For a moment, the air was suffused with murderous intent, locking onto Lin Mo. Within a certain range, the air seemed to be ground into nothingness by the killing intent, creating a vacuum zone.
As for the ordinary people who attended the banquet, they had never seen such a spectacle and were scared into rapidly retreating.
These upper society individuals, although somewhat familiar with the Martial Arts World, only had a superficial understanding of it. Very few truly knew the power of Martial Arts or had seen a strong Martial Artist in combat.
Yingzi was protecting Coco and Lu Xuanxuan, pulling the two out of the battlefield.
"He won't be in trouble, right?" Lu Xuanxuan's eyes widened as she looked towards the center of the battlefield where Lin Mo stood, her pretty face showing concern.
"My master is very powerful, don't worry," Yingzi said with a slight smile, confidence beaming on her sweet face.
Lin Mo slightly narrowed his eyes, but from within those slits, two extremely sharp gazes shot out. Behind him, a silver gleam flickered and the sound of a Dragon Roar echoed to the skies.
A three-foot Silver Sword was already in Lin Mo's hand, and the sword faintly seemed to have a silver dragon coiling and dancing around it.
Lin Mo held the Silver Sword, and at this moment, the Longswords, Long Blades, and Steel Fists of the other nine Han Country Martial Artists were almost upon him, their killing intents enveloping Lin Mo as if they were tangible.
"Swiping the Sky!"
Lin Mo uttered softly, a flick of his wrist sending the Xuanyuan Sword in his hand drawing a six-zhang-long silver line in the air, as slim and fine as a ray of light that might appear at the dawn of creation, yet emanating an ancient and desolating aura.
Where the silver line passed, all the air was annihilated, pulling a curtain-like barrier of air along the silver trajectory.
All nine Han Country Martial Arts Masters revealed looks of terror at the same time, immediately condensing their True Qi in front of them to block the force of the silver line.
The silver line swept across the nine Han Country experts, sending them flying like fairies scattering flowers, tumbling dozens of meters away and falling to the ground. Only those with strong power were merely shaken with their Essence Blood in turmoil, suffering internal injuries, while two of the weaker ones were cleaved in half at the waist by the silver line, their blood spilling across the ground.
One sword defeated nine Han Country Martial Arts Masters!
"Lin Mo, if you stop now and apologize to the Li Family, I can still let you go, otherwise I will slay you right here today," Li Yanzhen, holding the Black Qiushui, trembled all over and roared furiously.
As those words were spoken, the Han Country experts lying on the ground all changed their expressions.
Lin Mo had killed dozens from the Li Family, including the heir Li Shashu, and Li Yanzhen's words clearly showed that he was not entirely confident of defeating his opponent and was even somewhat afraid of him.
"Have we reached a point where there is a way back? If anyone is to blame, it's you for not recognizing what's good for you, daring to come after my life."
Lin Mo huffed coldly.
Li Yanzhen's face darkened like still water, rage boiling within, but inside he felt a tinge of regret.
Lin Mo had come seeking revenge against Park Shiyou, with no intention of involving the Li Family. However, Li Yanzhen sought to eliminate him and thereby provoked a fearsome foe.
But things had spiraled to this point, and there was no turning back.
"Gentlemen, lend me your strength, and today we'll slay this demon," Li Yanzhen called out lightly, raising the Black Qiushui in his hand and darting forward with the speed of lightning.
Lin Mo gripped Xuanyuan Sword, a faint smile curling the corners of his mouth.
Li Yanzhen, wielding the Black Qiushui, employed lifts, stabs, slashes, chops, swings, wipes, and hacks. Sword Dao techniques flowed from his hands as smoothly as clouds and flowing water, seemingly a splendid artistic performance, yet each stroke was laden with a killing intent so deep, filled with the unwavering Martial Arts Will of certain death.
Li Yanzhen knew full well the extent of Lin Mo's power; this time, he held nothing back.
Countless black Sword Energy winds swept furiously over, bisecting wine tables and bottles caught in their path, flinging grass and debris into the air, leaving deep gashes scored into the ground.
Li Yanzhen moved with his blade; bursts of Sword Energy screamed out, nearly forming a Sword Gang barrier around him. Those Martial Artists who had just been injured scrambled to their feet and, calling upon their True Qi, joined forces to besiege Lin Mo.
Lin Mo's face was devoid of either sorrow or joy, and holding Xuanyuan Sword in hand, he thrust the blade, a cluster of Sword Flowers flickering in his grasp.
A group was locked in combat; others had long lost the capacity to think and stood agape at the spectacle unfolding before them.
Yi Tianhuai and Yi Bo were particularly anxious in their hearts. They had just offended Lin Mo, and if he were to kill Li Yanzhen and the others, they worried whether he would then seek revenge on them.
"We must kill this man," Yi Bo muttered to himself.
After a minute of engagement, the battle's scope widened, and those around retreated to a distance of hundreds of meters, leaving the entire banquet center ravaged by the rampage of ferocious Sword Qi and Sword Light, a total wreck.
Yet the more they fought, the more terrified they became, for they couldn't gain any upper hand; instead, they found themselves constantly suppressed by Lin Mo, even sensing he had yet to employ his full strength.
Lin Mo frowned slightly, intercepting Li Yanzhen's attack with Xuanyuan Sword, then swiftly turned to cleave in two a Sword Master who attempted a stealthy assault from behind.
Lin Mo did not wish to waste time with them. His attacks became faster and more ruthless. Aside from Li Yanzhen, who had the qualification to battle with him, the rest from the Sword Sect were but trifling fish.
"The second one."
"The third one."
"The fourth one."
The Xuanyuan Sword, like the grim reaper harvesting lives, flashed a silver glint, and another Sword Master fell.
In the end, only Li Yanzhen remained standing in the arena.
Li Yanzhen, looking at the fallen Sword Sect, gripped his blade handle tightly with a sound of bone clashing against bone. His eyes had turned blood-red.
"Lin Mo, you've forced my hand; today, you are certain to die," Li Yanzhen said and suddenly bit his tongue tip, spraying Essence Blood onto the Black Qiushui. The sword emitted a series of clear hums, and misty black vapors slowly rose from the blade.
"Eh," Lin Mo stood with his sword, also showing a hint of surprise. Li Yanzhen's True Qi was climbing rapidly.
"Lin Mo, you've driven me to a do-or-die situation. Even if I must exert every last bit of my power today, I will cut you down here."
Li Yanzhen's eyes were on the brink of splitting, his pupils now wholly a sea of blood.