The white sword marks left by Jin Xian cutting through the air had solidified midair, seemingly slicing the air in half, unable to close up again as the reversed flow of True Qi emitted a howling sound.
The people around had long been shocked beyond measure, and those in Quanzhou City felt even more uneasy, unsure whether Jin Xian could defeat Lin Mo and Yingzi.
At that moment, Yingzi flicked her wrist, and the last purple and green Sword Lotus solidified above, bringing the total to three purple-green Sword Lotuses condensed around her.
Simultaneously, Jin Xian roared, and the chaotic sword marks suddenly converged into a giant azure dragon composed of countless Sword Lights, carrying an annihilation and solemn aura. It seemed as though a Dragon Roar was heard, charging fiercely forward.
As it passed, the stone slabs on the streets were violently lifted by its ferocious aura, and several members of the Bloodthirsty Society who couldn't dodge in time were struck and fell to the ground.
Lin Mo slightly narrowed his eyes, this Sword Dao master seemed to lack a few levels compared to other Sword Dao masters he had encountered.
The charging Sword Dragon swept through the street, while the three purple-green Sword Lotuses above plunged downward, colliding with the Sword Dragon. The first Sword Lotus hit the Sword Dragon and instantly shattered, sending a shockwave that flipped the stone slabs on the street, then were crushed into dust by the violent energy.
The second Sword Lotus then charged again, and although it was repelled once more, the Sword Dragon was also impacted, its speed and size slightly diminished.
"Nine Heavens Sword Technique."
Yingzi softly shouted as the Nine Heavens Sword in her hand merged with the last Sword Lotus in the air, forming a giant three-meter-long treasure sword. It flew face-to-face towards the Sword Dragon, with purple light suddenly appearing on the blade, swirling with a green and purple airflow, dazzlingly beautiful.
The treasure sword fiercely charged into the Sword Dragon's mouth and immediately collided with a bloody long blade in its belly. Above the blade and the sword, the energy reversed, and the silent collision seemed extremely fierce. At last, the Sword Dragon dissipated completely, leaving only the blade and the sword striking each other.
The Nine Heavens Sword was forged from a Purple Blue Stone that Lin Mo found in New Russia, wrought by his hands, incomparable to any ordinary blade.
Indeed, fine cracks started to appear on the bloody long blade, continuously extending towards the handle. Simultaneously, a shadowy figure suddenly materialized on the Nine Heavens Sword, a faint apparition that was unclear but resembled a ferocious black wolf, viciously biting towards the bloody long blade.
"Crack!"
The bloody long blade couldn't withstand the tremendous pressure and snapped into pieces of iron.
The black wolf was also a spirit Lin Mo had captured in New Russia, sealed within the Nine Heavens Sword as an Artifact Spirit, likely awakened by the fierce battle.
"How is this possible?" Jin Xian's face showed an utterly shocked expression.
The remaining Nine Heavens Sword continuously spun in midair, and Yingzi beckoned with her hand, causing it to fall back into her palm. Simultaneously, a purple-green Sword Qi thrust forward, piercing through Jin Xian's chest.
"Master!"
"Brother Xian!"
Jin Xian's students, seeing him killed, were instantly shocked. This man, a celebrated Sword Dao master from Seoul in Han Country, had been slain.
Not just them, fear also emerged in the hearts of those in Quanzhou City; Jin Xian was their last hope, and now that hope had been extinguished.
"There's one more." Lin Mo's expression was indifferent as he brought his fingers together from his chest and sent a Wind Blade across dozens of meters, decapitating the leader of Quanzhou City.
Complete silence fell over Chinatown.
Long Hao, Long Jianfeng, Jiang Wei, Nie Ping, and the others were already shivering all over, their mouths tightly shut, not daring to speak.
Lin Mo and Yingzi had just walked to the entrance of the restaurant where Liu Yanlan and Liu Jing were. "I have a few elixirs here; take them and let your husband take them. They should be useful," Lin Mo said.
"Thank... Thank you," Liu Yanlan said as she took the pills, her eyes complex as she looked at Lin Mo.
With Quanzhou City gone, other businesses were naturally happy; they wouldn't be squeezed by Quanzhou City anymore. However, at the same time, everyone was somewhat worried since Lin Mo had killed so many people, and the police of Han Country were likely to discover him soon.
Just then, the sound of police sirens rose, and more than a dozen police cars surrounded the entire Chinatown. Police kept emerging, and when they saw the carnage on the streets, many were shocked; some even started to vomit.
The middle-aged man leading them looked distraught at the scene before him. Though only gang members were dead, those were still lives after all. Moreover, so many murders had happened on his turf, and he feared that if the news got out, even higher authorities would be shaken.
"Baked Leader, what do we do now?" a police officer asked him.
"Seal off the news, don't let it leak out," the middle-aged man said, frowning, striding towards Lin Mo.
"Sorry to involve you all," Liu Yanlan said, her eyes red, looking complexly at Lin Mo.
Lin Mo had killed so many, definitely alerting the authorities. Even if he was powerful, he wouldn't dare to openly confront the police.
"Don't worry, Boss Liu, at worst, I'll just kill my way out," Lin Mo said, lips curling into a cold smirk.
Liu Zaiwu walked up to Lin Mo, his demeanor slightly respectful, "Are you Mr. Lin?"
"Oh?" Lin Mo looked at him suspiciously, as he not only didn't arrest him but also recognized him, which was somewhat strange.
"The young master of the Li Family has invited you to Asakusa Temple."
Liu Zaiwu whispered, "I will handle the matters here."
Asakusa Temple, located in Seoul's Taedong District, was a building with significant Han Country ancient era style, becoming a gathering place for the public during festivals and a famous ancient temple in Han Country, with a gate called 'Thunder Gate' adorned with a gigantic red lantern, extremely eye-catching.
On the red lantern, 'Thunder Gate' was written in black letters.
Inside the quiet room, Lin Mo met Li Shashu, the future heir of the Li Family.
"Mr. Lin, truly a Martial Arts Master from Huaxia and a great hero," Li Shashu said, clapping his hands towards Lin Mo.
Lin Mo shook his head, lightly saying, "I am no hero."
"But you indeed stand unmatched," Li Shashu said with a smile, the meaning of his words being that he may not consider himself a hero, but looking around, there was no one else who could stand beside him.
"Mr. Lin, you have come all the way from Huaxia, and I have yet to perform the duties of a host," Li Shashu said and proceeded to pour Han Country Shaojiu into a celadon cup.
Lin Mo's expression was indifferent. Facing this future heir managing a fortune of hundreds of billions, he showed no restraint or fear.
To him, no matter how much power or wealth you controlled, you were merely a mortal after all, destined to turn to dust after a hundred years, fading into the river of history and time. Only eternal life was the true path.
"Enough talk, who exactly is pulling your strings?" Lin Mo asked indifferently.