From a distance, Qingzhu clenched her fists and bit her ruddy lips, indignantly cursing, "Three powerhouses ganging up on a youth, what kind of magnanimity is that!"
On the northern mountain peak, Lu Haotian and the others all wore solemn expressions. Lin Mo was now facing three Martial God Strong Persons.
"No one ever had the right to talk to me, Lin Mo, about threats," Lin Mo's eyes were filled with a cold intent. With a casual lift of his fist, he threw a punch as mighty as the heavens' wrath, shattering the space and emitting a deafening explosion.
Song Yi, who was closest to Lin Mo, hurriedly launched an attack as firm as meteorite iron, a towering wave, but it was directly shattered by Lin Mo's Punch Light.
"Boy, I'll take you on! Cold Ice Technique!" Song Li, the second in cultivation, bellowed coldly. Holding his sword above his head, he sliced down, creating a cold light hundreds of meters high that split the river water as it swept across, striking Lin Mo's Punch Light with the clang of celestial metal.
Taking advantage of the brief gap, Song Li, the second in cultivation, formed hand seals, causing a Water Dragon that spanned kilometers to shoot from the river towards the sky, inch by inch condensing into a chilly ice creature. Icicles hung upside down, emitting flashes of cold light, as if massive spikes were growing on its body.
The kilometer-long Ice Dragon, shaking its massive body, emanated a bone-chilling cold. Everyone, even a hundred meters away, felt the air's temperature drop significantly.
With a roar, the Ice Dragon plunged down, aiming to strike Lin Mo with such a vast weight of ten thousand tons that if it had hit, it would have turned a person completely into mush.
Lin Mo glided backward across the water's surface for several meters, just as the Ice Dragon crashed into where he had been, instantly raising a white surge, causing the entire lake to shake.
In the moment Lin Mo dodged the Ice Dragon's attack, Song Ge, the highest in cultivation, launched his own. Song Ge held a Gold Token in hand, covered in dense gold thunder and lightning, crackling as if it held the power of annihilation.
This was Song Ge's Thunder Card, which he usually filled with the Power of thunder and lightning from heaven and earth, releasing it when facing his enemies. It was much faster than activating a spell and the stored thunder energy was immensely powerful.
Hundreds of Thunder Snakes burst forth from the Gold Token, bringing with them crackling, overwhelming thunder, fiercely charging toward Lin Mo.
Song Li, once more wielding his Longsword, flashed out Holy Domain's snowy brilliance, the sword light crossing the sky like a brilliant crescent, piercing through dozens of spaces, with water walls five hundred meters high being pulled up on both sides, nearly severing the Li River in half. The attack came with a heaven-shattering might, as if even an Alternate Space would be cleaved in two.
"Bring it on, and don't disappoint me too much; I want a good fight!" Lin Mo looked up to the sky and laughed coldly, his single hand gripping his fist, his body shimmering with lucent golden light. His Punch Light faced the kilometer-long sword edge.
Boom!
Fist and sword collided, thundering like Lei Ming, all Sword Qi shattered, and his fist smashed onto Song Li's Longsword, sending it flying, and causing Song Li to spit blood.
Song Ge and Song Yi both stood stunned. Song Li, who had just entered the ranks of a Basic-level Martial God, had been injured by a direct punch from Lin Mo!
Their hearts turned resolute; should Lin Mo not be killed today, he would become a major threat later. Most importantly, both men's eyes held a glimmer of greed.
For Lin Mo to be so formidable at such a young age, he must possess a heavy treasure!
"Go all out! If we fail to kill him, we probably will die here," Song Ge darkly said, his voice icy and full of boundless killing intent.
"He is stronger than I anticipated, but even a genius prodigy will fall under the joint hands of the three of us," said Song Li as he wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, his eyes just as fierce and resolute.
Afterward, Song Li once again grasped his Longsword, charging fiercely with sword light bearing an air of ancient vastness, the blade covered in a bloodthirsty aura.
This sword strike was like a comet hitting the Moon, slicing apart several spaces, causing explosions and reversing flows, drawing a long, gaseous tail.
"Alright, come at me together."
Lin Mo's eyes blazed with battle intent, and then, the Xuanyuan Sword was drawn, emanating a radiance cold as the lunar ice, a wave of even more potent cold energy sweeping over the battlefield and the three opponents, causing them all to tense up.
Lin Mo lightly dragged his sword across the water surface, sending the river exploding and turning into ice ridges that surged toward Song Li as he descended from the sky.
Song Li wielded his longsword, unleashing countless towering sword lights to evade the ice ridges and strike directly at Lin Mo. Lin Mo stood firm with the Xuanyuan Sword, with blade meeting sword, the noise thunderous.
But in the moment of contact, Song Li's face drained of color, his tiger's mouth cracked, blood glaringly vivid. The longsword in his hand was even shaken into two pieces!
"Be careful..." Song Ge cried out in alarm.
Song Yi was sent flying backward in an instant, his body mangled by the power of the sword light until only a vague shadow remained standing on the river's surface.
"Second Brother!" Song Ge saw with his own eyes Song Yi's body fall apart, leaving only an indistinct silhouette on the river, his eyes revealing a sky-high fury.
"Invite Lv Xian to descend to the mortal realm," Song Ge suddenly shouted and then, biting the tip of his tongue, he used his finger to smear essence blood on a short sword, drawing talismans on it. The sword instantly flickered with white light, while thunder crackled around the blade.
What Song Ge meant by "Invite Lv Xian to descend to the mortal realm" was referring to Lu Dongbin, the legendary immortal.
However, Lin Mo didn't think much of it, this was hardly an invitation to a true immortal. It was nothing more than channeling the power of heaven and earth through one's body, thus greatly enhancing one's strength.
Song Ge's expression was icy, and his form instantly became nine afterimages, surrounding Lin Mo. In an instant, it was as if myriad lotuses were blooming all at once.
The bloody aura radiating from Song Ge instantaneously dropped the temperature over the entire river surface. The killing intent was so piercingly sharp that it seemed as though the air itself had frozen in an instant!
Yet Lin Mo was calm, standing on one leg on the river's surface, swiftly kicking out and colliding with six bloody shadows. In a flash, countless explosive torrents and dust filled the air.
On the uppermost tier, the figures of both men were hurled a thousand meters into the air, where one could only see two enormous shadows constantly clashing.
It looked incredibly terrifying. After several hundred seconds, the two men stood apart.
"What a strong kid!"
At this moment, Song Ge had lost the earlier contempt and said with deep solemnity, "Since I left the Inner Sect, I've never encountered a demonically talented young master like you. Frankly, your strength might even surpass mine!"
"I'm not in the mood to play with you guys anymore," said Lin Mo with an indifferent tone. "So, you can go report to the Underworld now."
"Ha ha ha ha..."
Song Ge laughed uproariously, his tone cold and sharp, "Boy, I am a Basic-level Martial God. Killing me won't be so easy!"
"Is that so?"
As soon as Lin Mo had finished speaking, he gripped the Xuanyuan Sword and moved as one with the blade. The sword like a majestic Flood Dragon, a surge of righteous Sword Qi pierced through heaven and earth. Like a rainbow, it swept around both Song Ge and Song Yi. After circling them, Song Ge and Song Li's heads separated from their necks, their souls utterly eradicated by the sword light.
"What... What?"
Seeing this, everyone was dumbfounded!
Before, they thought Lin Mo would have difficulty facing three Basic-level Martial God warriors.
Who would have thought that after hundreds of clashes, Lin Mo would say he no longer had the patience to play with them, and then, he immediately killed the remaining two!
Three Basic-level Martial God warriors died on the spot!
One man obliterated three Basic-level Martial Gods, and people from the northern mountains were instantly pale, with Qu Huaxu directly falling from his chair to the ground, as if facing the abyss of hell.