Lin Mo walked leisurely towards the center of the lake with his hands behind his back, strolling as if in a leisurely garden, his footsteps on the lake surface stirring up ripples.
At this time, someone on the underground forum was also live-streaming with their phone, and everyone was focused on this astounding battle.
"Wow, Lin Mo really went for it, how handsome!"
"Yes, that's the Gang Leader of the Azure Dragon, the Sect Master of the Joy Sect, and the Sect Hierarch of the Black Witch Sect, three big shots."
"The cold wind blows harshly against the flowing water, a warrior departs never to return."
"What never to return? Lin Mo has killed so many people along the way, who has seen him defeated? Even when heavily besieged, hasn't he survived?"
Many fell silent upon reading this comment, as Lin Mo remained a mystery to all. Last time when Lin Mo was attacked by Bai Gu Cheng's Thunder Array, some predicted his demise by Godslayer Temple and Soul Destruction.
But in the end?
Lin Mo annihilated Godslayer Temple and Soul Destruction, severely slapping those people in the face.
Then there was the time the three masters in Flood Dragon Valley planned to kill Lin Mo, and all three were slain, leaving the crowd utterly shocked.
"Could Lin Mo really defeat the Azure Dragon Gang, Joy Sect, and Black Witch Sect?"
"Not necessarily, the Azure Dragon Gang, Joy Sect, and Black Witch Sect are all old powers with unknown trump cards. I think this time Lin Mo is more likely to face disaster than fortune."
Everyone was heatedly arguing whether Lin Mo could defeat the three giants. Most of Lin Mo's supporters were young martial artists who nearly idolized him, although there were also some who were jealous and slandered him.
But regardless, this battle was inevitable; winning would make his name legendary, losing would mean death here!
"So you are Lin Mo, even younger than the rumors suggested," said Azure Dragon, frowning and speaking coldly as he saw Lin Mo approaching.
"Lin Mo, you killed my son Ning Teng. Today, I will use your soul and blood to mourn my son," Ning Hong said sternly.
"Our Young Sect Master also died by your hand. The Old Witch Master is currently in retreat and couldn't come personally, so today we will kill you and avenge the Young Witch Master," said the Sect Hierarch of the Black Witch Sect coldly.
A chilling aura enveloped the entire lake, and the waters stilled like a mirror, as if frozen by this killing intent.
Ning Xuan watched Lin Mo with greedy eyes, having personally visited Flood Dragon Valley and knowing all too well the treasures hidden there; it was only regrettable that he had fallen for Lin Mo's tricks earlier, much to his chagrin.
Lin Mo stood proudly, facing the formidable aura of the three giants unflinchingly, and even laughed:
"One wants to kill me for his son."
"One wants to kill me for the Young Sect Master."
"One wants to kill me for the Young Witch Master."
"Heh, I, Lin Mo, am undefeated in countless battles; why should I fear a mere swarm of ants?"
Lin Mo's voice was not loud, but carried far and wide through his True Qi, causing martial artists around the lakeside to stir and show expressions of shock.
To dare to compare the giants of the Green Dragon Gang, Joy Sect, and Black Witch Sect to ants was something only Lin Mo would dare to say.
As soon as he spoke, the faces of the Green Dragon, Ning Xuan, and the two elders of the Black Witch Sect changed drastically. These were renowned Martial Arts Masters and Magic Masters, whom even the Security Bureau had to treat with caution. No one had ever dared call them a bunch of ants.
"Lin Mo, you're arrogant!"
Ning Xuan suddenly drew the Blood Sword from his back. The blade was three feet and three inches long, as translucent as a piece of blood jade, with streams of blood flowing inside it, giving it a demonic feel. Sword pointed at Lin Mo,
"You killed my brother and still dare to spout such arrogance. If you're willing to hand over what you've obtained from Flood Dragon Valley and apologize to our Joy Sect, perhaps we can spare your life!"
As he said this, both the Green Dragon, Ning Hong, and the two elders of the Black Witch Sect were moved.
At their level, the death of one or two people didn't matter; even the future seeds of the sect were unimportant compared to finding the path forward to reach further distances.
The Secret Treasure inside Flood Dragon Valley was undeniably tempting for them; they couldn't even break the Array outside the valley, which indicated it must be the hiding place of an exceptional expert, surely filled with numerous treasures.
"So, it's about the treasures inside Flood Dragon Valley. Haven't you also taken many things?" Lin Mo said indifferently.
Ning Hong gave Ning Xuan a glance, furrowing his brows slightly.
"You're slandering me! Father, don't believe his words. I went to Flood Dragon Valley to help my brother, but I ended up seeing him kill Ning Teng. I escaped with injuries," Ning Xuan said calmly.
Lin Mo snorted coldly, despising such duplicitous scoundrels.
"Believe it or not, the battle today is inevitable. I'll start by killing you." Saying so, Lin Mo extended his hand, and a surge of golden Spiritual Energy transformed into a giant handprint, slamming toward Ning Xuan.
The golden handprint, about ten zhang in size, solidified as if real, with every crease on the hand distinctly visible. Its formidable force even pressed the lake down, creating an imprint of a hand.
"Lin Mo, you're courting death!"
Ning Xuan shouted, the Blood Sword in his hand streaking across, drawing a blood trail, slashing directly toward the golden giant hand.
The Blood Sword condensed into a thin curtain of blood-red light, slicing through the vacuum; the air flowed backward. Even Ning Hong, the Green Dragon, and the two from the Black Witch Sect were momentarily stunned by Ning Xuan's power.
However, as soon as the light curtain touched the golden giant hand, it shattered like glass. The unhesitating golden hand plunged Ning Xuan into the lake, causing a huge splash.
The surface of the lake formed into the shape of a hand and was gradually covered by the surrounding water flow, returning to calm.
"Whoosh!" A red light darted from under the lake, revealing Ning Xuan, who had just been smacked into the water. His complexion slightly flushed, he seemed unharmed.
Lin Mo narrowed his eyes slightly; Ning Xuan must have consumed the Green Jade Fruit, greatly enhancing the toughness of his body. Otherwise, his slap would have been enough to reduce Ning Xuan to a pulp.
"Basic-level Martial God?" Ning Hong from the Joy Sect looked at Lin Mo, his brow slightly furrowed.
The two from the Black Witch Sect also frowned. They had spent decades in harsh cultivation, supported by various rare materials and treasures, to reach the mid-stage of Foundation Establishment. But Lin Mo was just a teenager with such strength; given more years, who on Earth could suppress him?
However, thinking this, the Green Dragon, Ning Hong, and the two elders from the Black Witch Sect's eyes grew fiercer.
This young man must possess an ultimate inheritance or treasure; otherwise, he could not have achieved his current realm. Even if Lin Mo was from some Super Sect, they had to put aside those concerns and eliminate Lin Mo to take his possessions to continue their cultivation, or else they faced a dead end.