Lin Mo carelessly slapped out his hand, and in an instant, a wild wind surged, sounding like angry waves. The surging Gang Qi moved like a True Dragon, and a vicious strike from the Gang Qi collided with Wei Zeyu's fist, emitting a huge metallic clanging sound that made everyone's eardrums buzz.
Wei Zeyu staggered several steps backward, a hint of wariness appearing on his handsome face.
Wei Zeyu was a genius who stepped into the Basic-level Martial God realm before turning thirty, and was the future successor of the Azure Dragon Gang. His full-force punch hadn't injured Lin Mo at all.
"Your strength indeed exceeds my expectations," Wei Zeyu said coldly, staring at Lin Mo while clenching his fist and the corners of his mouth revealed a sinister smile.
Mr. Wu and Ning Teng also showed a touch of solemnness.
Lin Mo had made his way northwards, boldly killing an elder of the Joy Sect, two Hall Masters of the Azure Dragon Gang, and even wiped out the Godslayer Temple and Soul Destruction completely, proving his might.
"Lin Mo, although you are strong, I wonder if you can survive when the three of us join forces," Ning Teng said in a harsh tone.
At this point, a young man from the Martial Arts Families, who was watching the battle, promptly took out his phone, logged into the underground forum, and immediately started a live stream. The title:
Lin Mo's Great Battle with the Three Young Masters!
As soon as the live stream began, it attracted the attention of many people who were browsing the forum.
"Is this for real or fake?"
"Who are these three Young Masters? I can't see clearly, brother, get closer!"
"Bro, 6666."
"It really looks like Lin Mo, and that Wei Zeyu next to him is the eldest son of the Azure Dragon Gang, I've met him before."
"And there are the Young Sect Master and Great Protector from the Black Witch Sect as well."
"Is that Ning Teng from the Joy Sect, the last one?"
"Geniuses from the three Great Forces have all come to assassinate Lin Mo. He can't escape from the heavens or the earth this time, right?" A user named Young Master Wei posted a barrage comment.
"Lin Mo is invincible, all these lowly chickens and dogs, these Young Sect Masters, are no match for him," Yue Luohua said.
Instantly, the live stream attracted hundreds of viewers, and the number was still rising. Usually, both the Martial Arts World and the Underworld were rather quiet, but the sudden appearance of Lin Mo, like a hurricane, had turned the Underworld upside down and caught the attention of many.
Even some big shots who usually remained hidden were lurking and watching this battle.
After all, the news about Lin Mo obliterating the Godslayer Temple, Soul Destruction, and even killing two Hall Masters from Bai Gu Cheng and the Azure Dragon Gang had only been heard, with few people witnessing the battles themselves. They didn't want to miss the opportunity now that there was a live stream.
"Yo, it's Yue Luohua again. Are you Lin Mo's little lover or something? You seem to care so much about him," Young Master Wei said.
"What's it to you? Didn't you say you'd eat shit last time? Why no guts now!" Yue Luohua sent a taunting emoji.
"The fight's starting, everyone stop talking."
"Wow, the Joy Sect people are so rich, using talismans like they don't need to pay for them, such a tycoon."
At this moment, Lin Mo had already exchanged blows with Wei Zeyu, Ning Teng, and Mr. Wu. Ning Teng was throwing talismans like they were free of charge—Fireballs, Wind Blades, Light Swords were tossed around, causing the entire mountainside to scatter with broken stones, snapped trees, and flying grass and earth, as if they were being bombarded.
The surrounding spectators moved back again.
Wei Zhongkui and Zhang Yuxuan both had their mouths wide open, unable to utter a word, the scene in front of them was like shooting a blockbuster film—only it was even more shocking to witness in person. The gusts of wind on their faces reminded them that this was not a movie, but reality.
"Heh heh, Yue Luohua, I don't think your Lin Mo can hold on much longer?" Young Master Wei taunted.
"Who made him offend so many people? Showing off like that, not understanding the principle that 'the tree standing out in the forest gets blown down by the wind.'"
"Wei Zeyu seems to be a Basic-level Martial God, and he is not even thirty years old. Could he possibly have a chance to challenge the Intermediate and even Advanced Martial God Realm in the future?"
"Damn it, if I had as many resources as he does, I would have already become a Basic-level Martial God. What's so great about that?" someone said sourly.
Yue Luohua retorted, "Three against one, what kind of heroes are you? Young Master Wei, if you're so capable, why don't you go up and try? Instead of being an armchair critic."
"Yeah, Lin Mo is really amazing, I admire him so much!"
"I want to have his babies!"
"Go Lin Mo!"
The entire live broadcast room was split into two camps. On one side were the males led by Young Master Wei, who naturally couldn't stand to see Lin Mo in the limelight; much like in schools, where many boys don't like those who stand out.
On the other side stood the people supporting Lin Mo, led by Yue Luohua, mostly girls. With Lin Mo being young and strong in martial arts, he was naturally the idol of these young girls.
"Lin Mo, how much longer can you last?" Ning Teng said with a thin, cold smile on his face as he pulled out four talismans.
These four talismans, roughly the size of a palm and inscribed with ancient runes, emitted strange blood-colored lights, and a heavy aura of blood energy filled the air.
The four talismans flew into the sky, rotating clockwise around Ning Teng. The blood lights on the talismans became more condensed, turning into blood-colored light swords that emitted a bloodthirsty aura.
"Mr. Ning, let me lend you a hand," said Mr. Wu, raising his wooden staff and muttering ancient spells, a grey aura rose from the staff – it was Death Energy. Anything green that it touched withered immediately.
Wei Zeyu clenched his fists, gathering streams of blue light, a look of excitement on his face.
Wei Zeyu, so young to step into the Basic Martial God, was indeed a super genius in martial arts, brilliant and unrivaled. Although his attacks had always been dissolved by Lin Mo, he grew more exhilarated as the fight continued.
All of a sudden, the four blood-colored lights that surrounded Ning Teng solidified like reality, four blood swords, each roughly two meters long, as if carved from blood jade, shone brightly and whirled rapidly towards Lin Mo.
Sharp screams pierced the air, and a backward current of air covered the blood swords, their speed was astonishing.
At the same time, the grey mist from Mr. Wu's staff had already corroded Lin Mo's Spiritual Barrier.
"Heh heh, Lin Mo, aren't you dead this time?" Ning Zeyu stepped back several meters, staring coldly at Lin Mo with murderous intent in his eyes.
These talismans were extremely valuable, and Ning Teng only possessed four of them, using them caused him distress.
However, if he managed to kill Lin Mo, not only would his fame soar, but he could also take many treasures from Lin Mo's body and acquire even more advanced Inheritance Secret Methods – it would be a sure win.
Inside the live broadcast room, the audience saw the four blood swords in the sky dragging long tails of blood-red light, and the comments went crazy.
"Holy shit, are those Fourth Grade Talismans? And they're offensive ones, that's really extravagant – using four at once," exclaimed a user named 'Maoshan Little Taoist.'
"The power of these talismans would probably give even an Intermediate Martial God a headache, right?"
"I guess Lin Mo is done for!"
"Lin Mo, come on!"