"Really? Then let's see if you've got what it takes," Lin Mo said with a faint smile.
"I don't have what it takes? Ha! What a joke. I stepped into the realm of Half-step Martial Venerate half a year ago. I'm just half a step away from becoming a true Martial Venerate."
"Do you, at such a young age, think you can be stronger than ?"
Elder Yao's face was full of arrogance as he stood with his hands behind his back, looking down on Lin Mo with disdain.
"Are you done talking? If you are, then let's have so fun," Lin Mo replied, glancing at him.
Elder Yao frowned slightly, and suddenly, a soft sword emitting a purple glow appeared in his hands.
"How naive the young are, not knowing the imnsity of heaven and earth. Let Elder Yao teach you a lesson!" Elder Yao snorted, a hint of coldness flashing in his eyes.
His movents were like a gentle breeze, silent whether he was starting to move or drifting through the air.
Elder Yao seed to rge perfectly with nature and the wind, creating a harmonious scene.
Upon witnessing this, Wu Yuan's eyes darted about, his expression growing serious.
This Elder Yao was truly formidable, giving him an unnerving feeling.
Elder Yao was at least a master who had stepped into the Half-step Martial Venerate realm a while ago!
Wu Yuan's gaze flickered, only to see that in the next second, Elder Yao had already appeared in front of Lin Mo but did not attack directly; instead, he circled around him.
Dozens of Elder Yao figures appeared in front of Lin Mo, each one of them floating and holding a sword.
"Trash!" Lin Mo chuckled coldly, taking the initiative to punch out, emitting a faint golden halo. The Punch Mark exploded, bombarding its surroundings.
Then, Lin Mo was seen shattering those illusions.
"Kid, it seems I underestimated you!" Elder Yao's voice, laced with danger, erged by Lin Mo's ear.
Hiss...
Hiss...
Hiss...
The next second, faint sounds could be heard, and visibly, Lin Mo's position seed to be enveloped by a purple spherical net.
There were purple sword shadows all around him at 360 degrees—complete coverage.
In this situation, it seed to everyone that Lin Mo had no way to dodge.
The soft sword was incredibly fast, almost touching Lin Mo's skin.
Suddenly!
Elder Yao stopped his attack.
He transford from an elusive shadow into a corporeal being.
He stood not far from Lin Mo.
"Kid, you're as good as dead!"
His sword technique was nad the Desperate Prison Sword Technique!
Once it was deployed, it could trap the opponent in a prison of sword techniques, leaving them no room to defend or attack, until their body was slashed into pieces by nine hundred and eighty-one strikes.
Moreover, this sword technique had very artistic effects.
Generally, the opponent would violently split into pieces within three breaths after the end of the sword technique.
At this mont, Elder Yao was waiting!
Waiting for Lin Mo to be reduced to fragnts.
However, Elder Yao's face suddenly turned ugly!
How could this be?
Lin Mo's body had not been reduced to fragnts—what was going on?
"A pretty good sword technique, but unfortunately, it can't cause any harm!" At the sa ti, Lin Mo spoke calmly, his tone full of confidence.
The next second, Lin Mo slightly raised his palm, which flickered with a golden glow, and a huge Handprint erged from his palm. The substantial Handprint rapidly enlarged and suddenly bombarded down towards Elder Yao, covering the sky!
Elder Yao's face turned pale with shock. At first, he froze, and then hurriedly tried to flee, his instincts telling him that he couldn't withstand this palm.
But it was too late!
Lin Mo was very close to him, and since Elder Yao had thought Lin Mo was undoubtedly dood, he had let his guard down completely. Where was there ti now?
Boom!
Elder Yao had just started to move when the palm print with a faint golden halo suddenly fell from above.
It was as if Elder Yao was crushed under a Five-Finger Mountain, his originally healthy, blood-red face instantly paled, and his grizzled hair and long white beard seed to have been obliterated in that instant!
Bang!
A muffled sound echoed as Elder Yao was pressed to the ground, propping himself up with one hand while large mouthfuls of fresh blood spurted out.
He looked exceedingly wilted.
Lin Mo's palm print had solidly struck his chest, and had Elder Yao's strength not been sufficiently formidable, that single strike would have denied him any resting place in death.
Seriously injured!
Thoroughly seriously injured!
White-bearded Elder Yao slightly lifted his head and took a deep look at Lin Mo, then gritting his teeth, suddenly stood up, and next, with a fierce stamp, flickered through the air and vanished without a trace.
"Kid, I'll rember today's grudge," the voice of White-bearded Elder Yao lingered in everyone's ears.
"Think you can escape? Do you think you could?"
Lin Mo sneered coldly, and then, with a light stamp of his foot, the ground seed like it would completely collapse.
What followed was a shadowy dragon kicking forth from under Lin Mo's foot.
The dragon soared into the clouds in an instant, its sharp claws directly smashing Elder Yao to the ground.
In the blink of an eye, Elder Yao was so terrified that his pants were wet.
He had not imagined that after cultivating for most of his life, he would be no match for a youngster like Lin Mo.
"Senior, spare my life!! Please, spare !!"
Elder Yao, no longer possessing any of his previous dignity, trembled all over with fear; even as a Half-step Martial Venerate, fear of death gripped him.
"Spare you? Do you think you qualify?"
Lin Mo snorted coldly and then, with a single gesture, the shadowy dragon instantly tore Elder Yao into pieces.
Witnessing this scene, all the Shen Family mbers were struck dumb with fear.
This wasn't the work of a man; it was like that of an Immortal!
Especially Shen Dongfang, who nearly died of fright on the spot. Elder Yao, in his eyes, had been an invincible existence.
But now, in just a short two or three minutes, he was toyed to death by Lin Mo.
That's right, if Lin Mo had wanted to kill him, Elder Yao would have died long ago. It was clearly re torture!
Thump, thump, thump!!
Series of crisp kneeling sounds rang out as Shen Dongfang and the others, faces ashen and bloodless, trembled in extre dread:
"Mr. Lin, spare our lives!!"
Lin Mo, hands in his pockets, looked indifferently at Shen Dongfang and said in a calm voice:
"I can spare your Shen Family's dog lives, but only for fifty billion."
"What... What?"
At this, Shen Dongfang's face changed again and again, and he said with a heavy voice, "Aren't you being too oppressive?"
"Too oppressive?"
Lin Mo humd lightly, and his tone turned cold:
"If fifty billion isn't in my account by ten o'clock tonight,"
"And if you haven't personally disabled their limbs, if you fail to do so, I will personally annihilate your Shen Family."
With that said, Lin Mo turned and left with Xia ngdie in his arms.
That domineering and cold voice still echoed in the ears of all the Shen Family mbers.
As far as Lin Mo was concerned, ambitious people like Shen Dongfang needed to be crushed in one go or they would beco future problems.
Just as he reached halfway, Lin Mo received a phone call.
It was Lu Haotian.
"Mr. Lin, sothing's happened in Shu Province!"
Lu Haotian's voice was very anxious, even full of a sense of crisis.
Lin Mo's starry eyes slightly furrowed as he responded in a calm voice, "What exactly has happened?"
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