Urban Powerhouse: Chaos Supreme

”Master Liang, what is the meaning of this...” Wu Jinfeng frowned and said angrily.

They all knew Liang Yuan’s character, upright and incorruptible, even somewhat excessively stubborn. It seemed that even if someone wanted his life, he wouldn’t kneel to beg for mercy, yet now he’s kneeling to plead for Luo Danhua.

”Liang Yuan, Luo Danhua brought this upon himself, why are you doing this?” Fang Tangjing clenched his fists, his eyes full of fiery anger.

Liang Yuan raised his head and said, ”I, Liang Yuan, have never married, nor do I have offspring. Luo Danhua is both my disciple and half my son; I cannot watch him die in front of me.”

”Young Master.” Shijian handed a cup filled with fruit wine to Lin Mo.

Lin Mo took the cup and drank it in one go, ”Since Master Liang pleads for him, I’ll spare his life today, but next time I see him, there will be no forgiveness.”

”Thank you, Master Lin.” Liang Yuan gritted his teeth and said, ”This time consider it a favor I owe you, from now on, your matters are my matters.”

”Master Liang, rise.” Lin Mo sighed, tossing the cup towards Luo Danhua.

The swiftly spinning cup contained True Essence Inner Strength and struck Luo Danhua’s shoulder violently, sending him flying again, rolling several times on the ground, spurting blood from his mouth.

”Get lost, don’t let me see you again.” Lin Mo snorted coldly.

Luo Danhua clutched his shoulder, turned around, and staggered away, but as he turned, a hint of resentment flashed in his eyes.

”This was my fault, I’m sorry.” Liang Yuan hung his head and sighed.

”Master Liang, it’s not your fault this time, everything has its cause and effect, I hope he doesn’t show up before me again.” Lin Mo said indifferently.

...

Three days passed quickly, outside the Nine Continents Secret Realm, dozens of figures stood in the air, among them were those whose auras were as deep as the sea.

”Is this the Nine Continents Secret Realm of the Martial Alliance?”

”Lin Mo is hiding inside.”

”The Array Barrier is nothing before our Beidou Sect.” A young man adorned in a tall hat and broad robe waved his hand, a golden Mystical Order transformed into flowing light and struck the Nine Continents Secret Realm’s barrier.

The arched barrier instantly emitted a white light, appearing like a pane of glass to everyone, unable to withstand the attack of the golden Mystical Order, shattering open a breach in an instant, and dozens of cultivators flew inside one after another.

”Who dares trespass into our Nine Continents Secret Realm!”

Suddenly, two figures appeared before these people, dressed in modern attire, casual clothes, precisely Zhuang Ziruo and Chen Yanghao.

In the Nine Continents Secret Realm, there are four great martial arts schools, taking turns to guard the secret realm’s entrance, today it happened to be Sword Heart Martial Arts Hall’s turn to send people to guard.

”Two small fry, we’re from the Seven Sects, Lin Mo is hiding in the Nine Continents Secret Realm, let him come out to meet us.” Saying this, a young man with slanted eyes and a sinister expression stepped forward, striking out a palm.

This youth looked young but possessed the strength of the Condensation Stage, something Zhuang Ziruo and Chen Yanghao couldn’t withstand, instantly struck by the handprint, their bodies throwing backward dozens of meters, blood seeping from the corners of their mouths.

”Since people from the Seven Sects have come, please come to Sword Heart Martial Arts Hall for a visit.” Suddenly, a clear voice echoed between heaven and earth.

”Hmph, so Lin Mo is indeed hiding in the Nine Continents Secret Realm.”

Hearing this voice, everyone immediately flew towards the peak of Sword Heart Martial Arts Hall.

In the practice field outside Sword Heart Martial Arts Hall, many disciples of Sword Heart Martial Arts Hall stood aside, their faces showing vigilance.

Beidou Sect Master Bai Xing, Vajra Sect Master Jin Yun, Bengshan Sect Di Zhe, Feiyu Sect Qin Zhen, Holy Beast Sect Wu Hai, and the trusted Sect Leader of Purple Cloud Sect, Luo Yu’er, Medicine Sect Zhuge Huai, Liu Qingyang.

”Seniors of the Seven Sects, my young master is waiting inside.” At this time, a beautiful young woman flew out, speaking softly.

This woman was Shijian, Zhuang Ziruo and Chen Yanghao approached her.

Shijian saw the two with blood stains on the corners of their mouths, faces pale, and a look of anger spread over her face.

”Lin Mo, quite a grand display, humph!”

”Let’s go inside to meet him.”

”If the person isn’t handed over today, heh!”

The crowd muttered under their breath, arrogantly heading towards the hall within the martial arts school.

Inside the main hall, Lin Mo was seated at the head position, Liang Yuan, Lin Mo, Wu Jinfeng, and Wu Yingxi also sitting on stone chairs, their expressions calm.

”Purple Cloud Sect Master Luo Yu’er, I didn’t expect we’d meet again so soon?” Lin Mo’s lips curved into a faint smile, his gaze directly fixed on Luo Yu’er. ”Mr. Lin, today I’m not here for matters concerning our Purple Cloud Sect, but because you captured three geniuses from the Seven Sects. Our Purple Cloud Sect is also part of the Seven Sects, you should give us an explanation.” Luo Yu’er’s voice was unwavering, her expression cold and clear, reverberating throughout the hall.

”I will naturally provide you with an explanation.” Lin Mo said, gesturing to several disciples of Sword Heart Martial Arts Hall, ”Prepare seats for Miss Liu, Mr. Zhuge, and Miss Wu.” Four disciples of Sword Heart Martial Arts Hall quickly brought out four finely crafted Zitan wood chairs from the inner hall; only Lin Mo and others were seated initially, giving seats to Liu Qingyang, Zhuge Huai, Wu Mi, and Wu Hai because Lin Mo considered them friends.

”What a grand display, but you still know how to respect an old fellow like me.” The old man blew his white beard and, under the peculiar gazes of other Seven Sects members, directly sat on the chair.

”Mr. Zhuge, I have some fine fruit wine here for you to taste,” Lin Mo beckoned.

Shijian took out a small fiery red gourd and handed it to Zhuge Huai, it was Fire Spirit Fruit Wine that Liang Yuan had given Lin Mo.

”Good, good, good, you even know how to honor this old-timer, I don’t care much for anything except wine.” Zhuge Huai laughed heartily, resembling a lustful wolf before a beauty, grabbing the gourd and removing the stopper, taking a hearty swig.

”Good wine.”

After Zhuge Huai took a sip, his whole body shuddered with excitement.

Liu Qingyang saw Seventh Grandpa seated, hesitated for a moment, then followed suit, sitting next to Zhuge Huai.

”Dad, let’s sit down too.” Wu Mi looked at the middle-aged man beside her, who was of short stature, somewhat dark and plump, it was Wu Hai, Sect Master of the Holy Beast Sect.

”Hmm.” Wu Hai nodded, sitting down with his daughter.

The Holy Beast Sect and Lin Mo had no animosity, their visit this time was prompted by invitations from the Bengshan Sect, Vajra Sect, Beidou Sect, all bearing the Seven Sects title to counter the Supreme Force.

”Lin Mo, are you only capable of playing these childish tricks?” Suddenly, from the crowd, a young man with slanted eyes and a sinister demeanor stepped forward, speaking coldly.

Except for the Medicine Sect and Holy Beast Sect, the sect masters from other sects stood awkwardly in the hall, expressions somewhat displeased.

”Hmph.” Luo Yu’er snorted lightly. ”Are you a disciple of the Feiyu Sect?” Lin Mo glanced at him indifferently, the white attire embroidered with a golden feather character, clearly a disciple of the Feiyu Sect among the Seven Sects.