Urban Powerhouse: Chaos Supreme

”A powerful Huaxia youth, no matter who he is, if he dares to obstruct the revival plans of our Blood Clan, he must die.” The elder said, hooking his finger at a man inside an iron cage.

”Puff!”

The man’s eyes widened in fear, and a bloody hole suddenly appeared in his neck. Blood gurgled out, astonishingly flying through the air, pulling out a long thread of blood. The man’s face showed pain, but he could not make any sound, and the muscles on his face twisted violently.

The teenagers and young women in the same cage looked on with expressions of despair, silently streaming tears of fear.

The threads of blood dancing in the air immediately flew to Morgan’s arms, then adhered to his skin and seeped into his injured arms, continuously repairing the broken bones.

Morgan’s face showed a slightly pleasurable expression, and his arms gradually healed, as good as new.

”Thank you, Master!”

”Alright, you’ve been exposed now. The Morgan family doesn’t need to go back either. As for our plan, it must not be exposed. I believe other races have begun preparing for the return. We need to speed up.” The elder said gravely.

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A bright blue light streaked across the sky, suddenly appearing overhead in the area.

”Hmm, that guy should be here?”

The blue light lingered in the night sky, standing on a huge sword about two meters long and thirty centimeters wide, was a black-haired, black-eyed youth, staring intently at the dilapidated villa area below.

At night, when Morgan fled, Lin Mo did not chase him but left a Divine Thought on him. As long as the target didn’t run too far, he could determine their location.

Morgan probably didn’t even notice his Divine Sense; otherwise, he wouldn’t dare stay in Chicago City.

Lin Mo slowly controlled the Xuanyuan Sword to descend vertically, not directly charging into the villa area. Morgan is a branch of the Western bloodline of vampires, just like Johnny, who has been asleep for a hundred years and has lost contact with the Blood Clan, unaware of their current situation.

Therefore, Lin Mo deliberately let Morgan go at the party; otherwise, he could have killed Morgan with one blow at that time. Letting him go was to gather some information about the Blood Clan.

When he reached the ground, Lin Mo retracted the Xuanyuan Sword back into his body, then walked slowly along a path with sparse weeds towards the interior of the villa area.

The rustling sound was particularly piercing in the quiet night.

Just then, in the dark shadow of a villa, a hanging black creature with two shiny black eyes watched a youth walking slowly among the weeds.

This black creature had a round head, pointed ears, and furry wings. Suddenly, it opened its mouth, revealing two sharp fangs, spread its wings, and flew towards the center villa.

Lin Mo glanced up, a trace of disdain at the corner of his mouth.

The black bat flew into a villa and landed on an elder’s shoulder.

”Morgan, you’ve been followed, someone is here.” The elder said calmly.

Morgan’s face changed drastically, ”Could it be that Huaxia person? How did he track me?”

”Since he’s here, let’s kill him today. After all, Harmon’s body also carries the noble blood of our clan. Killing someone from our clan and daring to come for you, hmph!” The elder snorted coldly, took off his glasses, revealing a somewhat ferocious look, ”The blood of the strong is the most delicious.”

The night covered a dark area, the dilapidated villa faintly outlined in the darkness.

Cold wind howled past, the weeds swayed with a rustling sound.

A figure moved slowly forward, pants rubbing against the weeds making subtle noises, a pair of black eyes shining with keen light, watching a villa emitting faint light ahead.

”Oh, there’s also a very strong presence?”

This person.

Was precisely Lin Mo.

The villa with faint light, the main door suddenly opened, and a black figure appeared at the entrance, the person’s eyes emitting an extremely eerie red glow in the night.

”Morgan?”

For a cultivator, vision is extremely sharp even at night and from a distance, clearly seeing the slightly burly figure, only those two eyes radiating red light, carried a trace of malice.

”Lin Mo, you dare follow me here?” Morgan gritted his teeth, recalling that Lin Mo not only killed his son Harmon but also severely injured him for the first time.

”Aren’t you bold enough to come out?” Lin Mo grinned.

”Hmph!”

Morgan snorted coldly, ”Lin Mo, my master’s waiting for you inside, wants to see you.”

”Your master is also a member of the Blood Clan?”

Lin Mo was slightly surprised.

He indeed sensed a stronger presence inside the villa earlier, as if it was restrained, not fully released.

Lin Mo followed Morgan because he wanted to learn more about the Blood Clan. He said, ”Alright.”

Morgan opened the villa door and walked briskly inside.

Lin Mo followed closely. Now that his strength had reached the Innate realm, breaking through the Four Symbols and Dragon Transformation stages, along with the Xuanyuan Sword equivalent to a spiritual artifact of Grade 5, there were few on Earth he regarded.

Inside the villa.

Medieval décor, ancient abstract-style oil paintings hung on the walls, a few black octagonal copper lamps in the corners of the hall, a gentle light revealing the villa’s situation.

An elderly man with a stooped body and silver hair sat on a wooden chair, with a smile on his face, looking at Lin Mo lightly, although his originally cloudy eyes occasionally flashed a heart-stopping blood glow.

”Master.” Morgan greeted the elder respectfully, then stood silently aside.

The silver-haired elder nodded, his sharp gaze retracted, smiling at Lin Mo, uttering a hoarse voice like sandpaper grinding wood, ”A friend from afar, please sit.”

Lin Mo glanced at him, immediately feeling an extremely evil blood aura from him, clearly carrying resentment and bloodstains from many lives.

Lin Mo sat down on the sofa, quietly watching the counterpart, with a golden glow passing through his eyes.

The silver-haired elder showed slight surprise, speaking, ”You must be the recently famous Mr. Lin in the Dark World?”

”Oh?”

”You know me?”

Lin Mo was rather surprised.

”You may call me Count Johnny. I come from a very ancient bloodline, Mr. Lin is now one of the hottest figures in the Dark World, naturally I have heard of you.” The silver-haired elder squinted slightly, speaking lightly.

”Is that all you want to say to me?”

Lin Mo’s sword-like eyebrows knotted.

Count Johnny laughed, ”Mr. Lin is a Dark Strongman, I hope to invite you to join our Blood Clan, for strongmen like us, mundane matters can no longer attract us. If Mr. Lin is willing to join our Blood Clan, I can promise you many benefits.”