Urban Powerhouse: Chaos Supreme

Lin Mo's hands gripped the Xuanyuan Sword tightly, his sword eyebrows almost furrowed together, yet from his gaze shone an exceptionally steadfast radiance. Suddenly, he clenched the longsword and charged head-on towards the massive Thunder Pillar.

"Seeking death."

The Qingxuan Sect Master snorted coldly, his hands casting spell after spell into the Thunder Pillar, which was originally a blazing white. Instantly, several strands of deep blue light were added to it, nearly increasing its thickness by a circle, and the power contained within became even more formidable.

"I will not compromise."

Holding the Xuanyuan Sword, Lin Mo's entire body radiated with golden light, bursting forth in an instant. His vitality soared to its utmost limit, and like a sharp longsword, he transformed into a golden meteor, hurtling toward the Thunder Pillar.

As the two collided, Lin Mo astonishingly split the Thunder Pillar open. Within the white column, a golden sword star shot straight up.

Even the Qingxuan Sect Master was stunned by this scene.

The power contained within the Thunder Pillar was such that even someone at the Peak of Foundation Establishment would be instantly turned to powder, yet Lin Mo, with only the power of the Seventh Layer of Foundation Establishment, managed to split the Thunder Pillar open by relying solely on the Second Grade Treasure in his hand.

But after Lin Mo forcefully cleaved through approximately a hundred meters, he was instantly engulfed by the white Thunder Pillar, and his figure disappeared within it.

The Thunder Pillar struck from the sky onto the mountain peak, and to everyone's amazement, it fell silently. Only concentric circles of white light spread out like ripples, instantly causing everything that came into contact with the white light to vanish, eradicated into the air.

Trees, rocks, flowers, and grass all disappeared without a trace, and even the tip of Red Leaf Mountain was sheerly sliced off.

The faces of those from the Huo Family Mansion and the martial artists and cultivators all showed a dumbstruck expression. That one strike sheared off the mountain peak; such power was truly terrifying. Even modern weapons would probably need a super bomb to achieve this.

"Has Lin Tanyu actually lost?"

"No way, Lord Lin Tanyu can't lose to him."

"But everyone saw the power contained in the Thunder Pillar just now, it's too strong. Even Lord Lin Tanyu might..."

"Lord Lin Tanyu will definitely defeat him."

Among the martial artists, many had tears in their eyes. Countless people had come to regard Lin Tanyu as the faith and idol in their Martial Arts path, unwilling to believe that Lin Mo could lose to the Sect Master of Qingxuan.

The faces of the Heavenly Gate cultivators, on the other hand, showed excitement. As long as Lin Tanyu existed, they couldn't act recklessly in the secular world. Furthermore, Lin Tanyu had killed Heavenly Gate cultivators multiple times, suppressing their people to a state of humiliation.

"Mr. Lin, he..." Huo Yongshi's eyes reddened when she saw Lin Mo disappear into the Thunder Pillar.

"The master will certainly be alright." Yingzi bit her thin lips, her hands tightly clasped together against her chest, her beautiful eyes radiating with unwavering light.

After everything settled, the mountain peak had completely flattened out. The Qingxuan Sect Master stood aloft, hands behind his back, his body enshrouded with a cyan aura that crackled like flames and thunder combined.

But the Qingxuan Sect Master's brows furrowed tightly in an instant. After the light dissipated, a figure stood suspended in mid-air — it was Lin Mo.

"You're actually not dead?" The Qingxuan Sect Master's face showed disbelief.

He had clearly seen Lin Mo engulfed by the Thunder Pillar; how had he not died? However, at this moment, Lin Mo's Golden Armor had completely vanished, withdrawn into his body. To employ it again would likely require a long period of recovery. It was precisely the protection of the Golden Armor that had prevented Lin Mo from being torn to shreds by the vast power within the Thunder Pillar.

Now, Lin Mo held the Xuanyuan Sword in his hand, his black hair somewhat disheveled over his shoulders, a striking trail of blood spilling from his mouth. Even on the Xuanyuan Sword itself, a fine crack had appeared.

Lin Mo gently descended from the air to the flattened ground, planting the Xuanyuan Sword into the earth to support his body from collapsing.

"Lin Tanyu, you've truly surprised me once again," the Qingxuan Sect Master slowly descended to the ground, looking at him and gently shaking his head. "You are a genius, but why are you so obstinately ignorant?"

Lin Mo raised his head, his mouth corners spreading into a grin, he laughed, "This world is inherently survival of the fittest, but you haven't won yet."

"Heh heh," the Qingxuan Sect Master shook his head. "Killing you is just a matter of time. You're hiding too many secrets. I will now destroy your physical body and imprison your soul. Naturally, there will be a way to extract your secrets from you."

"That depends on whether you have the ability," Lin Tanyu retorted.

As he spoke, his pupils instantly turned purple, filled with intense fighting spirit.

He had faced countless dangers before, but he had never considered giving up.

Just at that moment, a figure slowly approached from a distance. Lin Mo and Qingxuan were both taken aback. They had been so focused on their fight that they hadn't noticed anyone nearby; the man was practically undetectable without being seen with the naked eye.

The man appeared to be a middle-aged man in his early forties, with a rugged face carved as if by knife and axe, but his eyes carried a playful expression. He sported a light stubble, looking much like a seasoned traveler.

"Young man, not too bad," the middle-aged man said, looking at Lin Mo and nodding slightly.

Lin Mo glanced at the man; he didn't recognize him, but given that the man didn't appear hostile, he asked, "May I know the senior's honorable name?"

Considering Lin Mo hadn't noticed his presence until just now suggested that the man's strength was at least on par with his own.

"My name is Fang Tangjing," the middle-aged man said indifferently.

Lin Mo frowned; he couldn't recall ever hearing this name.

The Qingxuan Sect Master stared at Fang Tangjing, his brow deeply furrowed. From this unassuming and plain man, he sensed an aura that surprised him.

"At your age, you're bullying a youngster. Have you no shame?" Fang Tangjing stared at the Qingxuan Sect Master, suddenly spitting on the ground, "You're truly shameless. Give this young man another three years, and he could slaughter you as easily as chickens and ducks. You have the gall to bully others?"

"Who are you?" the Qingxuan Sect Master asked warily.

"President of the Vermilion Bird Association, Fang Tangjing," said the middle-aged man once again.

Lin Mo was momentarily stunned. He had heard people in the Martial Arts World mention a person, and even during his time in Han Country, the Second Generation Sword Saint had referred to a mysterious person who had once been defeated by him. Could it be this middle-aged man before him?

"I don't care who you are, if you meddle in my affairs, I'll kill you too," the Qingxuan Sect Master shouted angrily.

Fang Tangjing was picking his nose and flicked away a booger, "Damn it, I've been hanging around Bin Hai since I was a kid. What kind of tough kids haven't I seen? Do you think I'm scared? Have you never seen a Big Snake take a dump?"

"You're courting death."

As the Qingxuan Sect Master finished speaking, he suddenly reached out to slap Fang Tangjing.

Fang Tangjing threw a punch out of nowhere. The punch was mundane, yet it seemingly transcended the existence of both time and space, landing on the palm of the Qingxuan Sect Master. They separated and both stepped back several paces.

Although the clash wasn't as loud as before, only Lin Mo could see how perilous and intense the exchange truly was, with both sides using their profound strength.

Surprise showed on the Qingxuan Sect Master's face, "Who exactly are you?"

(The wonderful story continues tomorrow.)