181: Chapter 181 Instantly Kill One

Lin Mo disappeared.

No, not disappeared!

It was that his speed had instantly broken through the limits of human vision.

The air was compressed into a white shockwave the moment he left the ground; the sonic boom was delayed by half a breath before exploding in place, causing the rubble within a ten-zhang radius to rustle and jump.

And he himself had already appeared in front of Monroe.

No flashy moves, no unnecessary charging, just a punch upon raising his hand.

The fist was wreathed in solidified gold-red lightning energy, the dragon-scale-covered knuckles sparking blinding fire in the air, like a meteorite falling from the sky, slamming fiercely into the armor on Monroe's chest.

Boom—!

Like a god beating a drum, or a ten-thousand-ton giant hammer striking an ancient bell.

Monroe couldn't react in time; he never expected that this Daxia person, who clearly only had fifth-rank cultivation, could unleash such terrifying speed that far exceeded his understanding.

That war machine, which integrated the seventh-generation modified power armor and divine art runes, was as fragile as a paper toy before this punch.

The composite armor on his chest instantly caved in, dense cracks spreading wildly from the center of the fist print, the divine art runes emitting an unbearable wail, disintegrating piece by piece like crushed glass.

The massive body lifted off the ground, tracing a straight trajectory through the air, crashing through the reinforced concrete wall of half the hangar, its momentum undiminished, plowing a hundred-zhang-long gully across the wasteland, soil and rubble thrown dozens of meters into the sky, until it finally stopped after slamming heavily into an abandoned turret.

Rumble—!

The turret collapsed, filling the sky with smoke and dust.

Monroe lay in the ruins, his chest armor completely shattered, revealing the charred lining and upturned flesh inside.

He looked down at the fist print that had pierced through three layers of composite steel plates, his pupils contracting to the extreme, a rattling "he-he" sound of gasping coming from his throat.

"Th-this... what kind of monster is this..."

Monroe felt fear for the first time.

A fear that seeped into his marrow and froze his soul.

He had seen seventh-rank powerhouses, even seen Lord Augustus take action himself, but he had never seen such violence, so pure that it was despair-inducing. It wasn't divine art, nor was it the power of a trait, just sheer, unreasonable brute force.

In mid-air, before Aiken, who was being held by the throat from a distance, could even struggle, Lin Mo had appeared behind him like a ghost.

Aiken frantically drove his divine art runes, dark golden light surging on his body, attempting to break free from the invisible restraint.

But Lin Mo merely raised the hilt of his blade, which was wreathed in lightning patterns, and smashed it lightly against the back of his head.

Thud.

A muffled sound, like a watermelon falling from a height.

The dark golden light in Aiken's eyes instantly extinguished, and he fell from mid-air like a sack with broken strings, slamming heavily into the scorched earth, creating a shallow pit.

Blood from the divine art backlash gushed from his mouth and nose, soaking the scorched earth beneath him, and he completely lost consciousness.

Behind him, the longyuan blade vibrated on its own; a dark golden fragment that had splashed off Aiken's shattered rune pendant was shooting at high speed toward Lin Mo's back. Without being swung, the blade rippled with a layer of lightning, pulverizing the fragment in mid-air.

But it wasn't over yet.

Lin Mo knew that Temple Knights blessed by divine arts possessed vitality and recovery power far exceeding ordinary people; as long as they were left with a breath, those strange divine arts could pull a dying body back in a very short time.

He landed, his blood-stained military boot stepping onto Aiken's chest, pinning him firmly to the ground.

The longyuan blade was raised high, the lightning patterns on the blade shining blindingly at this moment, gold-red thunder writhing and gathering on the blade like a living creature, finally condensing into a scorching blade of light.

"Thunder—"

Lin Mo's voice was low and hoarse, like a judgment from the depths of the Nine Netherworlds, devoid of any superfluous emotion.

"Annihilate."

The blade light fell.

At the critical moment, Monroe, in the ruins, had his eyes split with rage.

Ignoring the severe injury to his chest, he violently drove the last remaining energy of his armor, throwing the ship-cutting blade from his hand; the silver-white blade turned into a streak of death, stabbing straight at Lin Mo's heart.

Besiege Wei to rescue Zhao.

This strike condensed his life's cultivation and divine art blessings, its speed exceeding sound, the energy concentrated on the blade sufficient to pierce a small mountain.

If Lin Mo didn't turn to defend, this blade would shred his heart and half his chest into a bloody mist; if he did turn to defend, Aiken would be able to save his life.

The blade light was close, only three feet from Lin Mo's back.

Ji Wuchen and Gu Yunting leaned against the broken wall of the hangar, watching this scene, their hearts almost stopping.

They knew the power of that strike all too well!

Just two hours ago, Monroe had used the same move to casually split open Gu Yunting's sword formation.

"Watch out—!" Ji Wuchen roared, his voice hoarse and broken from excessive blood loss.

Lin Mo didn't even turn his head.

His left hand reached backward as if it had eyes, five fingers spread wide, forcibly grabbing the incoming ship-cutting blade.

The sharp edge cut his palm, blood instantly gushing out, flowing down the silver-white blade and dripping onto the scorched earth. Divine art energy exploded in his palm, scorching his flesh and making a sizzling sound.

But he didn't frown, his fingers gripping the blade like iron pincers, letting that violent energy rage between his fingers.

His right hand, the longyuan blade, had already slashed down.

Without the slightest hesitation, without the slightest delay.

Sshhh—!

Blood sprayed into the sky. Aiken's left arm was severed at the shoulder.

The sturdy body blessed by divine arts was as fragile as paper under this blade; the severed arm flew into mid-air, and while still turning, it was scorched into charcoal by the power of the thunder.

Blood gushed out like a fountain, and before it could hit the ground, it was vaporized into a bloody mist by the high temperature, a thick, scorched, and fishy smell filling the air.

"Ah—!!!"

The intense pain forced Aiken to wake up from his coma, letting out a shrill scream that hardly sounded human.

He writhed wildly on the ground, his face twisted out of shape, the last traces of arrogance and contempt in his eyes completely vanished, leaving only the most primitive fear and pain.

Lin Mo kept a cold face, kicked him in the side, his left hand still gripping the stolen ship-cutting blade, blood still dripping from between his fingers, but in this state, his sense of touch was dulled to an extremely low level, and his body could barely feel pain.

Aiken was kicked flying sideways, landing heavily in front of Shen Yi.

Shen Yi reached out and ripped off the communication module still flickering on the armor fragment on the side of Aiken's neck, twisting her knuckles hard to snap the wires at the root.

"Watch him, take him back and let the City Lord interrogate him; maybe we can pry something useful out of his mouth!" Lin Mo's voice was calm, yet carried an unquestionable pressure.