171: Chapter 169 Piercing Through with One Finger!

Su Xiaoli's breathing became more rapid.

Her crimson hair was stuck to her cheeks by sweat.

The exhaustion in her eyes was deepening bit by bit.

Behind the battle formation, the white-haired elder opened one eye.

"Person chosen by the King."

His voice was old and calm,

"Your power is indeed terrifying, but in the end, you haven't even completely finished your Third-Rank."

"With five hundred Eight-Turn experts forming a formation, coupled with the space anchoring of the world-crossing dragon stele, you cannot break it, nor can you kill any one of us."

"When your mental energy is exhausted, the backlash of the King-level Power..."

"...will be the day you fall."

Su Xiaoli did not reply.

She simply gripped the overlord halberd tighter, her dark red pupils surging with violence and killing intent.

Just then.

An extremely familiar voice came from behind her.

"It's so lively here, why didn't anyone notify me?"

Su Xiaoli shuddered.

She turned her head abruptly.

Her crimson hair whipped an arc through the air.

The moment her eyes, which were dark red to the point of being almost black, saw the person who had arrived, all the violence, coldness, and arrogance vanished.

Like an ice flower melting in an instant.

"Lin Mo...?"

Lin Mo stood on the shattered stone bricks with his hands in his pockets.

He smiled at her.

Su Xiaoli's face was filled with pleasant surprise.

The next second, her eyes reddened, and she pointed indignantly at the group from the Dragon Temple.

"It's them! They are bullying me!"

Her crimson hair faded, her figure rapidly shrank, and the black-red heavy armor dissipated, turning her back into that petite loli who only reached Lin Mo's chest.

She threw away the overlord halberd, ran prettily to Lin Mo's side, and pouted with an angry expression.

"You must help me teach them a lesson!"

At this moment, she was no longer the murderous overlord, but a little wife who had been wronged.

Lin Mo reached out and ruffled her hair.

Behind the battle formation, the white-haired elder's pupils shrank violently the moment he saw Lin Mo.

His fingers gripped a certain rune on the world-crossing dragon stele.

The gazes of the five hundred Eight-Turn experts turned in unison toward Lin Mo.

The formation's light changed abruptly.

The defensive formation that had originally been facing Su Xiaoli was slowly rotating its direction.

The white-haired elder's voice sank.

"Lin Mo."

"You've come at just the right time."

"Our Dragon Temple's ultimate treasure has already locked onto this space."

"Neither of you will be able to leave."

Lin Mo looked down at Su Xiaoli, who was still wiping away tears in his arms.

He then looked up at the pitch-black stele that was emitting the aura of Space Law.

He tilted his head.

"Leave?"

"Who said I wanted to leave?"

Lin Mo's gaze was firmly nailed to the world-crossing dragon stele.

What was surging in those eyes was purer than greed.

It was a hunter eyeing its prey.

"I want that stele."

After saying this, Lin Mo slowly took a step from the shattered stone bricks.

Behind the battle formation, the white-haired elder's expression changed drastically.

"Form the array! With all your strength—"

He only managed to spit out four words of his command.

Because Lin Mo had already arrived.

There was no warning, no fluctuation of laws, no sound of space tearing.

Just one step.

The next moment, he was standing directly in front of the five hundred-person battle formation.

The white-haired elder's pupils contracted violently.

Fast.

Too fast.

He hadn't even captured the trajectory of Lin Mo's movement.

"Defend—!"

Five hundred Eight-Turn experts exploded with mana simultaneously. The formation's light surged to the extreme, and the space anchoring runes nailed the entire area down firmly.

The world-crossing dragon stele hummed, and the Dragon King's origin power poured into the formation like a tidal wave.

This absolute defense, jointly constructed by five hundred Eight-Turn experts and a Dragon Clan ultimate treasure—

was an impregnable wall capable of facing King-level Power head-on.

Lin Mo looked at the dense array of formation patterns before him and extended his right hand.

He raised his index finger.

Then, he poked it.

It was truly just a poke.

Like poking through a layer of window paper.

Crack.

The formation's light began to shatter in all directions like a spider web starting from the point of contact.

The space anchoring runes shattered one after another.

On the surface of the world-crossing dragon stele, countless spatial cracks covered the entire stele body in an instant.

The Dragon King's origin power was forcibly severed by this single finger.

It wasn't that the Dragon King's origin was weak, but that these people simply couldn't unleash its full power.

"No..."

The white-haired elder's voice was stuck in his throat.

He looked down at his own hands.

The mana veins circulating between his ten fingers were collapsing at a speed visible to the naked eye.

It wasn't just him.

Five hundred Eight-Turn experts groaned in unison at almost the same second.

Chest, dantian, meridians.

A violent tearing sensation came from all three core areas simultaneously.

The power of that finger pierced through the formation, pierced through the space anchoring, pierced through the Dragon King's origin, and violently pierced through the entire battle formation!

Pfft! Pfft! Pfft!

Five hundred people spat out blood simultaneously.

The Eight-Turn experts in the front row fell directly to their knees.

Those in the middle row flew backward, crashing into the stone pillars of the thousand-story palace.

The support-type Eight-Turn experts in the back row who were originally responsible for repairing the formation couldn't even stand, slumping limply to the ground with unfocused eyes.

The white-haired elder held onto the world-crossing dragon stele tightly to keep from falling.

But his arms were trembling violently.

Dark red blood constantly seeped from the corners of his mouth.

He slowly raised his head to look at the young man standing before him with one hand in his pocket.

Fear.

A fear rising from the depths of his bone marrow.

Lin Mo withdrew his index finger and shook his hand.

"A bunch of cowards."

"Without an ounce of ability, but plenty of ideas."

Lin Mo opened his mouth with ruthless insults.

The white-haired elder opened his mouth, but couldn't say a single word.

Lin Mo didn't look at him again.

He turned around and gestured with his chin toward Su Xiaoli, who was hiding behind him.

"Go ahead, I know you've been holding your breath."

"The rest is up to you."

Su Xiaoli's eyes lit up.

She let go of the small hand clutching Lin Mo's sleeve and took a deep breath.

The next second, her crimson hair spread out again.

Her figure grew taller.

Black-red heavy armor covered her body.

The dark gold overlord halberd was grabbed by her from the void.

Those eyes, which had returned to dark red, swept over the five hundred people in the chaotic mess, and the corners of her mouth curled up slightly.

The smile was beautiful.

But in the eyes of those Eight-Turn experts, it was colder than hell.

"Just now..."

Su Xiaoli raised the overlord halberd, the King-level Power on the blade condensed to the extreme.

"What was it you said?"

"Wait for my mental energy to be exhausted?"

The white-haired elder raised his head with all his might, his cloudy eyes filled with despair.

He wanted to say something.

Whether it was begging for mercy or making threats.

But Su Xiaoli didn't give him the chance.

She swept the halberd horizontally.

The dark gold qi blade tore through the entire layer of space.

Stone bricks, stone pillars, the dome, and the five hundred Eight-Turn experts.

Everything was no different in the face of this strike.

Where the qi blade passed, matter disintegrated directly.

Not even ashes were left behind.

Five hundred people.

Vanished completely.

The world-crossing dragon stele lost its controller, swayed twice, and was grabbed by Lin Mo.

The aura of Space Law flowed tamely in his palm, obedient to an unbelievable degree.

"Not bad."