The Xuanyuan Sword instantly transford into a brilliant blue stream of light, boring into Lin Mo's spine.
"Now that I've entered the Dragon Transformation Realm, the Xuanyuan Sword can be nurtured within my spine."
Having completed all this, Lin Mo descended back to the ground.
This sword refining took a week of ti, and another week would be Huaxia's traditional Chinese New Year, stirring a longing feeling in his heart.
"I should return too."
Thinking of his wife waiting for him at ho, Lin Mo's lips curled into a gentle, sweet smile as he slowly walked towards the castle.
"Mr. Lin."
Fire Phoenix stood at the castle gate, seeing Lin Mo returning from the mountaintop, imdiately bowed respectfully.
She had been standing there earlier, witnessing clearly the scene atop the mountain. Lin Mo, like a deity, wielded a huge sword, slicing off a section of the mountaintop. Various divine skills erged endlessly, and she inwardly compared, realizing that she probably couldn't withstand even a single sword light from Lin Mo.
Towards this young master before her, Fire Phoenix felt both fear and admiration from the depths of her heart.
"Where are Yula and Kenneth?"
Lin Mo asked casually.
"They went to cultivate. Yula had already reported to that Miss Guo Yan encountered a few thugs following her when school ended, but Yula had already killed them without alarming Miss Guo Yan," Fire Phoenix reported.
"That's good, I am preparing to return to Huaxia. The four of you stay here to protect Miss Guo Yan until she heads back to Huaxia. If anything happens to her, I will hold you all accountable."
Lin Mo said coldly.
Fire Phoenix bowed repeatedly, "Understood, Mr. Lin."
"By the way, Mr. Lin, soone has been calling to find you these past few days. Since you were in seclusion, I did not dare disturb you," Fire Phoenix suddenly ntioned.
This was also why both Yula and Kenneth went to cultivate while Fire Phoenix stayed at the castle.
"Oh?" Lin Mo frowned, realizing that not many people knew his phone number. Could sothing have happened dostically?
In the ancient castle.
Lin Mo sat on the sofa, picked up the phone on the coffee table, and indeed there were five or six missed calls and a text ssage.
"Lin Mo, where are you? Xinhe is in danger. Please return promptly after seeing the ssage. Wu Yuexin."
Frowning at the ssage displayed on the screen, Lin Mo pondered.
Yet upon seeing that Su Xinhe was in danger, Lin Mo felt the need to assist, as they were old classmates and friends.
"Hello..."
Lin Mo dialed Wu Yuexin's number, having interacted with him in Las Vegas before, where Wu Yuexin specifically left Lin Mo's number.
"Lin Mo, is that you? Where are you now?" Wu Yuexin's tone was very anxious.
"Hmm, what danger is Su Xinhe in?" Lin Mo asked with a frown, considering the sword refining had already delayed him several days, if Su Xinhe was truly in danger, then it might already be too late.
"Can you co to Las Vegas? I want to tell you in person," Wu Yuexin asked cautiously.
Having witnessed Lin Mo's overwhelming strength last ti in Las Vegas, slicing apart Ma Wenliang and displaying superhuman abilities, Wu Yuexin learned a lot from Uncle Gao, naturally developing a sense of awe towards Lin Mo.
"Alright, I'll co to Las Vegas to find you soon." Lin Mo hung up the phone, knowing it would take him less than an hour to reach Las Vegas at his speed.
Lin Mo gave Fire Phoenix a briefing, then imdiately stepped onto a flying sword, rushing into the clouds, transforming into a stream of light heading toward Las Vegas city. An automatic Qi Shield ford around his body, splitting the air on both sides and converging behind him, leaving a streamlined white streak.
...
At this mont, the Western Underworld forum had completely sealed the information.
The affair about Death Valley was evidently impossible to conceal, but doing this could at least slow the flow of information.
In a certain secret villa, several black shadows swept down from the sky, landing at the villa's entrance.
"Mr. Gu, the eting has begun!" A bodyguard respectfully announced at the entrance.
A tall, stocky Asian man with a square face nodded, a serious expression on his face, striding towards the villa's interior.
Within the villa was an internal elevator leading to an underground chamber.
Mr. Gu took the elevator to the underground chamber. This spacious area had cold lighting, roughly spanning several hundred square ters, all four walls fashioned from silver-colored tal, reflecting a cold gleam.
In the center of this wide chamber was a long, oval-shaped silver table about twenty ters in length and twenty-eight silver tallic chairs. Eighteen people were already seated, each bearing a rather serious expression.
"Sorry I'm late, just returned from Southeast Asia after killing a few drug lords," Mr. Gu said casually, sitting in the fifth chair on the left.
"Alright, now that except for Yula, all the Dark Alliance counciln are present, right?" An elder with silver hair, the leader in the south, comnted lightly.
"Yes, they have arrived. Everyone can look at the video now!"
As the elder spoke, a screen three ters high rose from the oval silver table, showing a video.
Mr. Gu slightly frowned, "I rushed here from Southeast Asia just to watch a video?"
Every one of these figures was renowned in the Western Underworld, almost all the oligarchs of major forces gathered here, each one capable of shaking Arica with a stamp of their foot.
These superpowers and heads of ancient families sat together, forming the Dark Alliance of the Western Underworld.
Of course, there were also conflicts, struggles, and grudges among these people; they would only gather for etings when faced with extrely significant issues, with the last eting held fifteen years ago.
Suddenly, Mr. Gu stared at the screen and froze.
On the screen, yellow sand billowed, and gravel flew rapidly in the fierce wind, creating a rustling sound.
Thunder clouds swirled like a vortex, a black-haired, black-eyed boy, his body filled with thunder, stood as if born of the elents.
Beside him, a group of n with wings floating in the air soon saw that the black-haired, black-eyed boy killed them all, transforming into a golden dragon from ancient Huaxia, grabbing a four-winged man with a massive golden claw.
The screen's scene ended.
"Hiss!"
The sound of drawing breath echoed in the chamber. "It's terrifying." Mr. Gu's mouth felt dry. He was an sss-level Earth Elent Superpower User, holding several hundred-billion-dollar groups, himself a formidable figure in the Dark World, usually revered. Now, just watching this video, he felt a soul-deep fear.
"Everyone should have seen it. These guys with wings on their backs are each incredibly powerful. Two wings equate to the strength of a Lower God, four wings to that of a Middle-Level God. Their abilities are beyond our imaginations," the silver-haired elder murmured gravely.
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