107: Chapter 107 Swatting Flies

In a distant corner, Lu Li huddled behind a tree, peeking toward the scene.

He was still wearing the robe that had been charred black by lightning; his hair was a mess, and his face was covered in blue and purple bruises.

When he saw his clan elder step forward, his eyes lit up.

"Yes! With the clan elder personally intervening, let's see if he still dares to be so arrogant!"

He muttered under his breath, a trace of malice flashing in his eyes.

"Once this kid joins the Qingyun Sect, I'll show him..."

Surrounded by the three major powers, Lin Mo glanced at the old man from the Qingyun Ancient Martial Arts Sect who had just spoken, but he didn't respond.

The other party's tone just now made it impossible for him to even engage.

Qingmu frowned.

"What? Not satisfied?"

Lin Mo spoke, his tone flat:

"I said, I have no plans to join any faction for the time being."

"You should go back."

Qingmu's face instantly darkened.

He had personally spoken up, yet this kid had the audacity to reject him directly?

Not giving him any face at all?

Qingmu's voice turned cold.

"Young man, do not be ungrateful!"

Lin Mo's gaze chilled by a degree as well.

He recalled Lu Li's sudden intrusion earlier; so this was where it stemmed from!

However, seeing that Qingmu seemed ready to use his status to bully others, the people from the other three factions grew displeased.

Jiang Chen frowned.

"Brother Qingmu, aren't those words a bit much? Little friend Lin Mo has the right to make his own choices!"

Su Qingyao muttered quietly from the side:

"Exactly, by what right? Is he not allowed to decline if he doesn't want to go?"

The male classmate nudged her.

"Keep your voice down."

Su Qingyao curled her lip but shut her mouth nonetheless.

Heihu laughed out loud.

"Old man Qingmu, your conduct hasn't changed in decades. Do you think everyone covets your lousy Ancient Martial Arts Sect?"

The long-haired young man behind him couldn't help but add:

"That Lu Li from earlier kicked down someone's door only to be blasted out, and now the elder is acting like this..."

Qingmu's face turned black.

"Heihu, watch your tongue."

"What? Was I wrong?"

Heihu glared.

Qingmu was so angry his beard trembled.

"You—"

At this moment, Zheng Xuanji, who had remained silent, slowly interjected:

"Brother Qingmu, your Qingyun Sect has indeed become more and more excessive over the years!"

He glanced at Li Chengxi.

"Lin Mo is a life-and-death friend of our Zheng family's junior. Our Awakener Association will not sit idly by. If you want to move against Lin Mo, you'd better think carefully!"

Zheng Xuanji's voice wasn't loud, but it carried an overt threat.

On the surface, he was helping Lin Mo, but in reality, he was declaring to the other two factions that Lin Mo had ties to the Zheng family!

Qingmu's expression grew even uglier.

The three factions were uniting against him!

Especially this old man from the Zheng family, who had the gall to threaten him directly!

Enraged, Qingmu's face flushed a deep red.

In the next second, a terrifying aura erupted from Qingmu's body.

The aura of a peak Rank Six!

Boom—!

A wild wind rose around them, and gravel flew in all directions.

"Martial Uncle..."

Su Qingyao's face turned pale; her body swayed, and she nearly collapsed.

The male classmate beside her quickly supported her, his eyes filled with terror.

Jiang Chen frowned and waved his hand, a surge of power shielding the two of them.

Over at the Hunters League, the long-haired young man was pressed down until his back bent.

He gritted his teeth, his legs shaking uncontrollably.

"Boss..." he called out with difficulty.

Heihu frowned and waved his hand, covering him and the sharp-featured one with a protective force.

On the Awakener Association's side, Li Chengxi propped himself up with one hand, cold sweat dripping from his forehead.

He struggled to lift his head and look at Lin Mo.

Lin Mo...

The two Zheng family youths behind him fared even worse; they were sprawled directly on the ground, their faces ghostly white.

In the distant corner, Lu Li's eyes sparkled.

"Yes! Clan Elder! Teach him a lesson!"

He clenched his fists, trembling with excitement.

"Let him be arrogant! Let him refuse! Now that the Clan Elder is acting, let's see how long he can stay cocky!"

He stared fixedly at Lin Mo, waiting to see him crushed to the ground.

However, Lin Mo remained standing where he was, completely motionless!

In the next instant, the Azure Dragon Mark on Lin Mo's forehead flashed briefly, and a vast, ancient aura radiated from him.

Azure Dragon Pressure!

Though his aura was far weaker than Qingmu's in scale, it felt as if it originated from the dawn of time.

Boom—!

The two auras collided.

Qingmu's expression changed drastically.

Because his own aura was being forced back repeatedly by the impact of that pressure!

He looked up at Lin Mo, his eyes filled with shock.

"You... You..."

Lin Mo stood there, surrounded by blue-gold lightning.

He looked at Qingmu and said in a flat tone:

"Anything else?"

The entire field fell into a deathly silence.

In the distant corner, Lu Li's smile froze completely on his face.

He stared blankly at the scene, his mouth agape, unable to close it for a long time.

"How... How is this possible..."

Clan Elder Qingmu was actually forced back by a Rank Three brat?

He recalled the bolt of lightning from earlier, and a chill ran down his spine.

If... if Lin Mo had wanted to kill him just now...

He shuddered, not daring to think further.

On the other side, Qingmu's face had turned the color of pig liver.

To be forced back by the pressure of a Rank Three junior was an absolute humiliation!

Shame turned into rage, and his aura surged once again.

"Kid, you're looking for death!"

He raised his hand and struck out with a palm!

The faces of everyone around them changed drastically.

Jiang Chen wanted to stop him, but it was already too late.

However, just as this palm shadow was halfway there, an even larger palm shadow suddenly descended from the sky!

Boom—!!!

That palm shadow struck directly down onto Qingmu's head, slamming his entire body into the earth!

The ground exploded into a large crater, gravel flying and dust filling the air.

Qingmu lay at the bottom of the pit, coughing up blood, his body twitching.

Vice Hall Master Zhao Shanhe walked over from a distance, his expression grim.

He approached and looked down at Qingmu in the pit, sneering:

"What kind of thing do you think you are? On my Military Department's turf, is it your turn to run wild?"

Qingmu's whole body trembled.

He struggled to crawl up, repeatedly apologizing:

"Gen... General Zhao..."

"I... I was momentarily confused, please show mercy."

Vice Hall Master Zhao Shanhe looked at him with a gaze as if looking at an ant.

"Lin Mo is a candidate for our Military Department's War God Temple."

"You dare to touch him?"

Qingmu's face turned even paler.

"If it weren't for the sake of your Elder Qinghuo, I would have crippled you today."

Qingmu lowered his head, not daring to speak again.

The field fell silent once more.

Su Qingyao stared blankly at Vice Hall Master Zhao Shanhe, then at Lin Mo.

"War God Temple... he has already joined the War God Temple?" Su Qingyao's voice was wavering, as if something that should have belonged to her had suddenly been snatched away.

In the distant corner, Lu Li slumped directly onto the ground.

He looked at the clan elder coughing blood in the pit, then at Vice Hall Master Zhao Shanhe standing there, and finally at Lin Mo.

His mind was a complete blank.

Clan Elder... the Rank Six Clan Elder Qingmu... was slapped into the ground with one hand?

Recalling his arrogance when he kicked the door earlier, his back was now drenched in cold sweat.

He scrambled backward on all fours, wishing he had never come here.

Vice Hall Master Zhao Shanhe didn't look at Qingmu again.

He turned around and looked at Lin Mo.

In his eyes, there was a hint of solemnity.

"Lin Mo."

He stared into Lin Mo's eyes.

"dragon blood iii, you've already used it?"

Lin Mo nodded. "I used it."

"Good!"

Vice Hall Master Zhao Shanhe stepped forward, looking at the Azure Dragon Mark that had already receded into Lin Mo's forehead, his gaze burning with intensity.

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