Urban Powerhouse: Chaos Supreme

At the same time, Lin Mo was walking on a road in Lin City.

It was now almost eleven o'clock, and there were very few pedestrians.

Just then,

Shwoo!

A sound of ripping through the air was heard, and a steel needle soaked with deadly poison was precisely caught between Lin Mo's fingers.

"How dare you attempt a sneak attack on my turf, Lin Mo? You've got some nerve!"

Lin Mo's eyebrows raised slightly as he looked towards the corner at the end of the street, his eyes growing cold.

"Hehe... This kid's reflexes are quite strong, huh?"

"This serves as a warning to you! Next time, my ghost will join you again!"

The man in a black robe, his face twisted, snorted coldly, leaped, and vanished into the dark.

As he moved, a sinister, bloodthirsty black aura also shifted with the wind.

It was as if his entire being was enveloped in evil and darkness, immensely terrifying.

"Think you can sneak attack me and then just leave? Is that possible?"

Lin Mo's eyes narrowed slightly, and his tall figure vanished from the spot in the blink of an eye.

When he reappeared, he was already in front of the ghost.

"You..."

Seeing Lin Mo suddenly in front of him, the ghost's heart was thrown into turmoil.

His movement speed was almost unmatched by anyone.

Even the Great Grandmaster could not catch up.

But, to his utter disbelief, how could this cold and detached youth, who was just at the street corner, appear in front of him in a flash?

How could that be!

"Kid, I was initially going to spare you, but I never imagined that you would willingly come to your demise."

The ghost glared coldly at Lin Mo, sizing him up, only to realize there was no fluctuation of Martial Arts aura around him.

He suddenly sneered derisively, thinking, isn't this kid, who isn't even a Martial Artist, just asking to die?

"Coming to die? Tonight, indeed, someone will die, but it will be you, not me."

Lin Mo stood with his hands behind his back, his gaze coldly fixed on the ghost, and said lightly,

"If I guess correctly, you are the one who put the Blood Curse on Xu Fei's father, right?"

The ghost's face grew ugly and cold,

"Yes, it was me. You're quite clever, kid. But, the smarter and more meddlesome someone is, the sooner and more miserably they die!"

"Like you!"

"Are you done with your nonsense? If so, you can go die now!"

"You fool, seeking death!!"

The ghost was furious, and a Scepter bearing a skull suddenly appeared in his hand, which had a profoundly eerie appearance, the skull emitting a sinister and terrifying aura.

Swoosh!

The ghost swung the skull-headed Scepter, and instantly, the area he was in was enveloped by a black aura, as if countless resentful spirits and evil ghosts were screaming and snarling.

If it were an ordinary person, just witnessing this scene could scare them half to death.

But Lin Mo's expression remained cold, with not a trace of fear visible on his face.

What was there was only disdain and indifference.

"Hmph! Kid, meet your demise. This Resentful Netherworld Staff was forged from the spirits of a hundred resentful spirits. Even a Great Grandmaster would die without a place to bury him if they were to battle me."

"To die under my Resentful Netherworld Staff can be considered a blessing from your ten lifetimes of cultivation."

Countless resentful spirits and ghostly shadows rushed towards Lin Mo's position, seemingly tearing Lin Mo's body into shreds.

"What nonsense! Just a flimsy trick!"

Lin Mo stood with one hand behind his back, while the other hand formed a fist which he then smashed out.

Bang!

In the next second, the Skull Scepter, enveloped by numerous resentful spirits and ghostly shadows, exploded like a bomb, bursting into flames.

The explosion was tremendous. If the Ghost had not dodged quickly, he would have likely been blown to pieces on the spot.

"This... this is impossible!!"

The Ghost's face was filled with horror, even revealing a trace of fear. He never expected his Resentful Netherworld Staff to be shattered into dust by Lin Mo's punch.

Bear in mind, even a Martial Venerate might not necessarily be able to smash it with one punch, yet Lin Mo had done it.

Oh my god, this cold-hearted young man in front of me looks only about sixteen or seventeen years old!

The Ghost felt a surge of jealous rage. Lin Mo's strength was even greater than he had imagined.

"Damn it, what realm have you reached?"

The Ghost stared intensely at Lin Mo, desperate to confirm whether Lin Mo's strength had reached that of a Martial Venerate.

If it had, then he would need to flee, for the terror of a Martial Venerate was not something he could withstand.

"I am not obligated to reveal my realm to you! But today, you are destined to die!"

Lin Mo casually placed a hand in his pocket, his face expressionless.

"Die? Haha! Kid, do you really think you are invincible?"

"Ever since I left Miao Region, few have been my match. Since you insist on courting death, I, the Ghost, shall oblige!"

"Kid, prepare to die! Blood Curse Extreme Summit! Poisonous Insect End All!"

As he spoke, the Ghost fiercely spat out several mouthfuls of Essence Blood. Under the moonlight, his twisted face looked like a terribly evil ghost emerging from Hell.

Accompanied by several resentful curses, suddenly, from all sides of the street, endless swarms of terrifying Poisonous Insects emerged.

Those insects, utterly sinister, scurried towards the street, devouring everything in their path, nearly every organism including rats, stray cats, and feral dogs; in that instant screamed terribly. It was a sight where everything was devoured leaving not even bones behind, an utterly chilling scene.

"Kid, this move is my ultimate technique, which I absolutely would not use under normal circumstances!"

"Because, by killing a thousand enemies, I might damage myself eight hundred times, but today, you forced me!"

"My ultimate skill, even a Martial Venerate would have to retreat from it, let alone a seventeen or eighteen-year-old cold-hearted kid like you. Wait and see, you will soon experience the agony and despair of a thousand insects devouring your heart."

"Die, kid!!"

The Ghost was supremely confident, convinced that Lin Mo had no chance of survival.

His ultimate move, not even a pinnacle Martial Venerate could easily dodge.

Yet, Lin Mo stood with both hands in his pockets, unafraid, his face apathetic:

"Enough, if this is your so-called ultimate move, then I'm done playing with you."

"Hahahaha..."

The Ghost burst into laughter, full of disdain: "Kid, you're too arrogant, you'll definitely pay a heavy price for your arrogance!"

However, as soon as he finished speaking, his face completely froze.

Just then, Lin Mo slightly lifted his palm, and instantly, the sky dimmed with lightning flashing, borrowing the Heavenly Fire, his palm flickered with endless flames, seemingly capable of burning the sky and annihilating the earth.

With a casual wave of his hand, millions of Poisonous Insects within a radius of a kilometer around him were instantly incinerated into ash.

(Finally finished writing. Exhausted. The fifth release this week. Begging for a recommendation ticket fervently, don't forget to cast one.)