85: Chapter 84 Instead of running away, are you challenging me?

“That's a Summoning Space Ring!!”

This exclamation was like a needle pricking into the crowd.

“Impossible! That's something that only drops from a super BOSS in a hell-grade dungeon!”

“An epic grade item with an independent summoning space! In the entire Alliance, only that person has such a thing!”

Panic spread through the group of Grey-robed Men like a plague.

Those who had looked excited just a moment ago were now pale with fear.

*Thud—*

The first to kneel was the middle-aged man who had been holding the steel chains.

His knees hit the ground so hard that his voice cracked as he spoke:

“Xiao... Xiao Mo! I'm your Third Uncle! I was just joking earlier!”

“I'm your uncle too! Your Second Uncle!”

“Xiao Mo, I was wrong! I shouldn't have said those things!”

A large group of people knelt down in succession.

Some were crying so hard their faces were covered in snot, some kowtowed until their foreheads bled, and others tried to sneak away in the opposite direction of the wyvern.

Lin Mo sat on the dragon's back, looking down at the group.

It was like he was looking at a swarm of ants.

“With your brain-dead quality, you still dream of becoming a King-blood Family?” A mocking sneer curled Lin Mo's lips. “I think you'd contribute more to society by having no descendants.”

Every word cut deep, with a bone-chilling coldness.

The people kneeling below all shuddered, cold sweat instantly soaking their backs.

“What are you panicking for! Everyone, stand up!”

An old and furious voice came from the very top of the high platform.

Lin Mo tilted his head, his gaze passing over the kneeling crowd to look at the top of the platform.

It was that white-haired, withered Clan Elder.

Fifth Class Advancement, Level 702. He actually had some skill.

Even in this Bloodline Secret Realm where all skills were sealed, his base attributes far exceeded everyone else present.

At this moment, he was the only one still standing.

“Everyone, get up.”

The Clan Elder's voice was flat, as if he were speaking of something trivial.

The kneeling people looked up, their faces full of confusion.

“Clan Elder... this...”

“I know.”

The Clan Elder stood with his hands behind his back, his cloudy old eyes staring fixedly at the black dragon that blotted out the sky. Forcing an air of profound mystery, he let out a cold laugh:

“The aura of this dragon is indeed astonishing, but have you all forgotten the most basic common sense?”

He pointed a withered finger toward the air.

“A summoned creature's attributes are inherited from the summoner.”

“What level is Lin Mo? He's a mere Level 865 Second Class Advancement! How high could his stats possibly be?”

“In other words—this dragon's attributes might not be as high as you imagine.”

The crowd went quiet for a moment.

The Clan Elder continued.

“As a Fifth Class Advancement Level 702, my pure base Strength exceeds two hundred thousand, and even the weakest among us has tens of thousands.”

“With over two hundred of us combined, the advantage is ours.”

“It's just one dragon. No matter how strong it is, how many can it fight at once?”

It had to be said, this old man was quite good at fooling people.

The Grey-robed Men kneeling on the ground looked at each other, the fear in their eyes beginning to be replaced by hesitation.

That's right! What's there to be afraid of!

It's just a paper tiger that inherited Second Class Advancement stats!

“Furthermore—”

The Clan Elder added one last thing,

“Once it's dead, Lin Mo is just a Second Class Advancement warrior without any skills here.”

A few of the braver ones had already stood up, clenching their fists.

Lin Mo sat on the dragon's back, smiling as he listened to the whole thing.

He had no intention of interrupting; he simply enjoyed watching the death struggles of clowns.

“Interesting.”

“Instead of being afraid, you're challenging me?”

The Clan Elder looked up at him and snorted.

“Hmph! You arrogant brat!”

“Stop putting on an act!”

The Clan Elder's brow furrowed as he roared!

“Get up!”

“Everyone, attack! Finish him!”

The people who had been trembling with fear just now all stood up.

Each of them looked at Lin Mo with a murderous glint in their eyes.

“Interesting! Hahahaha!”

Lin Mo burst into laughter.

“Laugh all you want! In a moment, we'll strip the skin right off you!”

The others who had stood up, their faces filled with the annoyance of being toyed with, charged toward Lin Mo in a rage!

“Dragon Flame.”

Lin Mo said in a low voice.

Xiao Hei only knew one skill, but it was enough.

Monstrous black Dragon Flames poured out from beneath the dragon's wings like a rolling sea of doomsday fire, instantly blotting out the entire dark red sky!

Wherever the Dragon Flame swept, not even ashes remained.

A vitrified trench thirty meters long and two meters deep was burned into the ground, its edges still sizzling with heat.

Twenty-seven living people were gone.

Completely wiped out.

Not even bone ash was left.

There was a dead silence.

Then—

“Aaaaaah!!!”

“Don't kill me!! Please!!”

The crowd completely collapsed!

Everyone ran toward the back of the platform like madmen.

Some were tripped and trampled directly by those behind them.

Some were crying so hard they couldn't stand, trembling all over as they crawled on the ground.

The Clan Elder, who had just been so sure of victory, finally lost his composure.

The moment twenty-seven of his clansmen were instantly vaporized, the arrogance on his face was violently torn to shreds.

His lips trembled uncontrollably, and not just from fear.

It was also because, as a Fifth Class Advancement powerhouse, he could sense the terrifying energy contained within that black flame more clearly than anyone else...

That level of output...

In his current state, if he were even grazed by it, he would end up just like those people—nothing but dust.

“Wait!!”

The Clan Elder raised his hands, his head covered in cold sweat, his breathing exceptionally rapid.

“Lin Mo! Spare me, and I'll tell you who made us do this!!”

“Speak.”

The wyvern retracted its Dragon Flame, its black vertical pupils staring at the platform.

Lin Mo remained seated on the dragon's back, his posture not even changing.

“All of this... it was the Zhang family!!”

The Clan Elder gasped for breath.

“They were the ones who told us you had a bloodline connection with the Lin family!”

“The Bloodline Secret Technique was also provided by the Zhang family! Without them, we wouldn't have been able to pull you in here at all!”

The Clan Elder knelt down.

Lin Mo gave a soft laugh.

He patted Xiao Hei's neck.

“Kill them all.”

The Clan Elder's pupils dilated suddenly.

“No—you just promised me!”

The Dragon Flame gushed out once more.

This time, it covered the entire platform.

The black flames were like a doomsday torrent, swallowing all the Grey-robed Men—those screaming, those kneeling, those fleeing, and those begging for mercy.

The temperature was so high that Lin Mo could feel the heat waves hitting his face even while sitting on the dragon's back.

The fire lasted for ten seconds.

Ten seconds later, there was no one left on the platform.

All that remained was a patch of ground melted into black glass and a faint smell of burning in the air.

Lin Mo jumped off the dragon's back and muttered to himself:

“Did I promise you? You said it yourself; what does that have to do with me?”

With its maintainers gone, the Bloodline Secret Realm was rapidly collapsing.

Lin Mo put away Xiao Hei and closed his eyes.

Three seconds later, he reappeared in his seat on the Alliance Airship.

He opened his eyes.

In front of him was Qin Lan's ashen face.

“Are you okay?”

Qin Lan looked at him with concern.

“I'm fine.”

Lin Mo looked perfectly calm.

“The airship's protection system detected fluctuations of a Bloodline Secret Technique.”

Qin Lan lowered her voice,

“The Alliance people are currently tracing the source of the secret art.”

“No need to trace it.”

Lin Mo leaned back into his seat and closed his eyes.

“They're all dead.”

Qin Lan was stunned.

“...All dead?”

“Yeah, I killed them all.”

“How many?”

“One Fifth Class Advancement, dozens of fourth realm, and a bunch of rookies.”

Qin Lan's eyes widened.

Even though skills couldn't be used inside a Bloodline Secret Realm, base attributes were still there!

Could Lin Mo's current base attributes have already surpassed the Fifth Class Advancement?

Lin Mo knew what she was thinking and held out the ring on his hand.

“A summoning ring dropped from a Second Class Advancement dungeon.”

“Ah... Holy crap!! That's insane!!”

Qin Lan didn't know what else to say; after a long silence, she finally managed to spit out those few words.

When Shen Yunshang arrived and learned what had happened, she was also completely dumbfounded.

If the Lin Family Head knew that he had sacrificed 100,000 clansmen only to get such a result...

He would probably cough up three liters of blood and die of rage on the spot!