144: Chapter 142 Want to Back Out?

"Lin Mo!"

The White Dragon King ground his teeth, his voice raspy as if it were being scraped from his throat.

"Thirty years east of the river, thirty years west!"

He stared fixedly at Lin Mo's faintly smiling face, the hatred in his eyes surging as if it wanted to incinerate everything.

"Now that the world barrier has been blown open by me!"

"I don't need thirty years!"

"In three years at most, my true body will definitely be able to squeeze into this world!"

"When that time comes, you, Su Xiaoli, and the entire world will all become my nourishment!"

Lin Mo raised an eyebrow with a playful look on his face.

"What?"

"You're still not convinced?"

Lin Mo raised his right hand, World Power circulating in his palm.

He only said two words.

"Get down."

Boom!

The White Dragon King's body was suppressed as if by a mountain weighing ten thousand tons.

His spine bent down abruptly.

His hands pressed uncontrollably onto the sea surface, his knees sank, and his entire body ended up in a dog-crawling position.

White waves were pressed out in circles by him on the sea surface.

"You..."

Half of the White Dragon King's face turned the color of pig liver, and the veins on his forehead bulged.

"Breathe like a dog."

Lin Mo gave a wicked smile.

"Lin Mo! Even as a ghost, I'll..."

Click.

The White Dragon King's jaw dislocated directly.

His tongue stuck out uncontrollably, and the rhythm of his breathing in his chest turned into rapid, short gasps.

"Ha... ha..."

The sea breeze blew past.

At this moment, even the sound of the waves seemed to have jammed.

Everyone who saw this scene was dumbfounded.

When it came to humiliating people, Lin Mo was truly professional.

What kind of figure was the Dragon King? How did he dare to do this?

The White Dragon King's pupils gradually dilated.

He wanted to roar, wanted to self-destruct, wanted to tear this avatar into pieces.

But the slavery laws pressed down on him.

He couldn't even manage to close his mouth.

"This posture looks much more pleasing to the eye."

Lin Mo nodded with satisfaction.

Then, he casually pulled out a glowing chain and looped it around the White Dragon King's neck.

"Come, I'll take you to see your relatives."

As his voice fell.

Lin Mo pulled the chain, turned around, and stepped through the void.

...

Inside the world prototype.

The world tree towered into the clouds.

Thousands of law flowers hung among the branches and leaves—crimson, azure, silver-white, jet-black—various colors of light interwoven, illuminating the entire world like the dawn of mythology.

On the vast plains, dust billowed.

The five hundred thousand Dragon Temple soldiers had all stripped off their magnificent dark-gold armor and were wearing coarse hemp clothes, carrying giant stones weighing dozens of tons, bitterly tamping down foundations.

Some were moving bricks.

Some were mixing mud.

Some were being forced to fire kilns.

At a glance, the Dragon Temple elites who once swept across the continent had been forcibly turned into a large-scale construction crew.

The former First Elder of the Dragon Temple stood on an unfinished high platform.

He held a bone whip in his hand.

He maintained the dignity of a foreman, cracking the whip from time to time.

"Hurry up!"

"If the brick joints aren't even, there will be no dinner tonight!"

The First Elder's voice was hoarse from shouting, his eyes filled with numbness towards life.

Who could understand his pain!

These Dragon Temple people had never built a house before; how could they possibly build those magnificent palaces from scratch!

One month?

Just firing the bricks would take who knows how long.

Build over a thousand palaces??

It was simply too ridiculous!

Just then, the void above the high platform rippled like water.

All the Dragon Temple soldiers subconsciously looked up.

Lin Mo sat on a purple cloud divine wood chair that appeared out of thin air.

Sixth Princess Ling Yun stood obediently by his side, holding a cup of chilled immortal brew in both hands and handing it to him.

The First Elder's whole body shook.

He immediately threw away the bone whip and prepared to bow in greeting.

But the next second, he froze on the spot.

In Lin Mo's hand, he held a glowing chain.

Immediately following that, their gazes froze.

Lin Mo was holding a glowing chain in his hand.

At the other end of the chain, a man wearing tattered white robes crawled out of the void step by step, pulled by the chain.

"Ha... ha...!"

The rapid gasping echoed across the entire plain.

The whole field was deathly silent.

The five hundred thousand brick-moving soldiers were as still as wooden chickens.

A giant stone on someone's shoulder crashed onto their foot with a boom, nearly flattening their toes, yet they didn't even make a sound.

The First Elder's eyes almost popped out.

He looked at that face, his whole being as if struck by lightning.

"That... that is..."

The Second Elder's legs went weak, and he knelt directly on the ground.

"His Majesty the Dragon King?"

Seventh Elder Nu Yan's voice had gone off-key.

Their supreme Dragon King.

The sovereign of the old era who once ruled the world and made all living beings breathless.

Now, he was crawling at Lin Mo's feet like a dog being led out for exhibition.

The impact of this image was ten thousand times more cruel than killing them.

The First Elder opened his mouth wide, his chest heaving violently.

The tower of faith in his heart regarding the restoration of the nation and the Dragon King's invincibility...

...collapsed with a crash!

Shattered completely!

“Pfft—”

The First Elder sprayed a mouthful of blood toward the sky, his eyes rolled back, and he fell straight backward, fainting on the spot.

The next second, the entire plain erupted.

The wailing of the five hundred thousand Dragon Temple soldiers shook the heavens.

Some clutched their heads and knelt on the ground.

Some beat their chests and stamped their feet.

Others looked at the bricks in their hands and suddenly cried like two-hundred-pound children.

It's over.

The faith is gone.

The Dragon Temple is gone too.

Even the Dragon King has been led out for a walk.

What country are they even going to restore!

At this time, the White Dragon King on all fours had also completely broken down.

Killing him would have been fine.

Torturing him would have been fine.

But he just had to lead him around on a leash to be exhibited in front of his most loyal followers.

This kind of social death and trampling of dignity directly pierced through the ultimate limit of the White Dragon King's psychological endurance.

The White Dragon King's eyes quickly lost focus.

He chose to play dead on the spot.

No matter what Lin Mo wanted to do to him, he would never give any response again!

With the White Dragon King's retreat, the dark purple magic patterns on the left side of his face were like a flood breaking through a dam, instantly covering the entire face.

Cecilia took over this avatar.

As soon as she regained consciousness, she felt that the posture was very wrong; even her tongue was hanging out.

Cecilia was stunned for a second.

Then, she suddenly stood up and grabbed her chin.

Click.

The dislocated jaw was popped back in by her.

"Oh ho!!"

Cecilia first looked at her posture, then at the Dragon Temple soldiers collapsing all over the ground, and was suddenly overjoyed.

"Hahahaha! It seems White Dragon King's life is very colorful!!"

Lin Mo casually tossed the chain onto the ground.

"Alright, enough nonsense."

Lin Mo tapped the armrest of the chair, his voice cooling down.

"Since the account has changed hands, it's time for us to talk business."

"About Su Xiaoli, about the Primordial World, tell me everything you know."

Lin Mo's tone turned cold:

"Don't think about playing any more tricks."

"You, like White Dragon King, are not an honest person."

Up until now, not a single piece of information she had actively given him was true.

It was either half-true,

Or it hid a knife.

Cecilia brushed the dust off her hands, gave a cold snort, and crossed her arms.

"What if I don't say anything?"

She raised her chin, reassuming the arrogant posture of a demon king.

"I am only a wisp of a soul fragment right now, Lin Mo, don't think you can control me."

"At worst, you can dismantle this avatar. My main body is in the Boundary Sea; what can you possibly do to me?"

"Thinking of going back on your word?"

Lin Mo was already prepared.

He pulled out a specially made communicator, tapped the screen twice, and projected a huge holographic light screen.

In the footage was the wonderful recording of Cecilia with a face full of mud, tied by law chains, kneeling and begging for mercy.

"Daddy... please let me go..."