Chapter 150: Battle of the Divine Beasts!
"Lin Mu!"
As soon as Lin Mu appeared, Guan Jiaojiao burst into tears of joy.
A smile appeared on Guan Chengye’s face as he forcefully exhaled a turbid breath.
A brilliant smile bloomed on Song Wenrou’s face.
"How dare you show such disrespect to my master!"
The page’s attack had been thwarted, and upon seeing Lin Mu’s position was much higher than Liu Xianhe’s, he became furious. He raised his hand, and a feather, propelled by Internal Energy, instantly shot high into the sky.
He was actually planning to strike at Lin Mu!
The feather moved with incredible speed, arriving before Lin Mu in the blink of an eye. But how could such a feather possibly harm him? Before it could even touch Lin Mu, it disintegrated into nothingness.
The page was startled and prepared to strike again. However, Lin Mu, growing impatient, waved his hand dismissively. An invisible force suddenly manifested.
"Overestimating your own strength!" the page sneered, not seeing what was coming.
However, in the next moment, a palm made of condensed Internal Energy materialized out of thin air in front of him and slapped down fiercely.
"Not good!"
Liu Xianhe’s expression changed. He wanted to intervene but was already too late. He could only watch as the palm descended, striking his disciple.
"No!"
The page let out a piercing scream as his entire body erupted into a bloody mist. Blood splattered everywhere, leaving everyone present in shocked silence.
This page, after all, had appeared and instantly killed a master of Inner Strength. His own power was self-evident. And yet, he couldn’t even withstand a single slap from Lin Mu.
Recalling that even Zhang Yan had been no match for Lin Mu, the crowd felt a sense of understanding amidst their shock. After all, someone who could defeat Zhang Yan and command lightning itself could not be underestimated.
"You brat, you’re courting death!"
With his disciple killed, Liu Xianhe was enraged. He flicked his horsetail whisk, and an invisible burst of Internal Energy whooshed toward Lin Mu. He planned to kill Lin Mu first before slowly torturing Guan Chengye.
SWISH!
High in the sky, Lin Mu casually raised his hand, and Liu Xianhe’s attack instantly vanished, causing him no harm whatsoever.
Liu Xianhe’s pupils contracted slightly.
"You’re also a Grandmaster?!" His tone was filled with utter disbelief.
This declaration threw the entire venue into an uproar. This guy, Lin Mu, was actually a Grandmaster?
Guan Chengye laughed heartily. "Indeed! Master Lin is, of course, a Martial Arts Grandmaster!" At that moment, he sensed Liu Xianhe’s apprehension and continued, "Liu Xianhe, Master Lin is the one I invited to assist me. So, you think killing me will be so easy?"
Upon hearing Guan Chengye’s words, the expressions of some in the crowd shifted subtly. After all, they were all well aware of Guan Chengye’s status. If he was acquainted with a Grandmaster, did certain plans now need to be revised?
As expected, a few individuals subconsciously exchanged glances and then quietly slipped away.
Guan Chengye clearly saw this happen but didn’t intervene, a cold smile touching his lips. The reason he had chosen to participate in the River City Martial Arts Tournament in Wufeng Town was certainly not just to compete for River City’s resources. Given his status, he had no need to vie with others for them.
His real objective, of course, was the Dark Web. Having discovered that Wufeng Town was one of its strongholds, Guan Chengye certainly wasn’t going to let them flourish right under his nose.
...
"In that case, I’ll kill him first, then kill you!" Liu Xianhe stared coldly at Lin Mu, but his words were for Guan Chengye. "Do you really believe that with him alone, you can escape this calamity? Even among Grandmasters, there are vast differences in strength!"
Liu Xianhe suddenly rose to his feet. A tremendous aura burst forth from him, spreading out in all directions. Feeling this aura, countless people’s faces changed drastically.
Is this the power of a Martial Arts Grandmaster? It’s too strong!
"Guan Chengye, these past ten years have not been wasted! I advanced to Grandmaster eight years ago, spent one year stabilizing my cultivation, and another year contemplating martial techniques. Today, I shall let the world see what I am capable of!"
As his voice fell, Liu Xianhe tapped his toe on the crane’s back, his figure leaping into the sky. He raised his arm, stretched it taut, and thrust it toward Lin Mu like a spear.
"Brat, you killed my disciple! Now watch how I kill you!"
The voice thundered across the plains, and everyone felt as if they were hearing the deafening call of an Immortal.
"Is that so?" Lin Mu smiled faintly and shifted his feet slightly.
ROAR!
The dark clouds parted, revealing a Thunder Dragon of immense, indeterminate length.
"This is..."
When the crowd saw the Thunder Dragon, they almost lost their composure. It was too real, too powerful. It was like a true dragon from myths and legends, ridden by some celestial foe on a campaign of conquest, exuding an aura of cold ferocity. Compared to the Thunder Dragon Lin Mu had previously commanded, it was on a completely different level.
Could it be... In the moment he disappeared, the Thunder Dragon became this powerful?
Indeed, just as Lin Mu finished condensing the Thunder Dragon, one of the Eight Divine Generals had unexpectedly cast a sliver of their Divine Sense into it, lending it their power for his battle. In fact, the strength of this Thunder Dragon alone already far surpassed that of an ordinary Martial Arts Grandmaster.
ROAR!
The Thunder Dragon raised its head and roared, gazing at Liu Xianhe with cold eyes filled with merciless disdain. The next moment, a torrent of violent power erupted from it, rushing directly at Liu Xianhe.
"Hmph!"
In midair, Liu Xianhe let out a muffled grunt as his body was sent flying backward.
SCREECH!
A spectral image flickered, and the Vermilion Crane flapped its wings, appearing beneath Liu Xianhe to catch him. It raised its head and stared intently at the Thunder Dragon beneath Lin Mu’s feet.
The Thunder Dragon tilted its head up and glanced at the Vermilion Crane.
"Go."
With a nudge from Lin Mu’s foot, the Thunder Dragon beneath him coiled violently before bursting from the clouds and lunging toward the Vermilion Crane.
SCREECH!
The Vermilion Crane took flight, proactively breaking away from Liu Xianhe to charge toward the Thunder Dragon. The two beasts, like mortal enemies, clashed head-on.
Watching this scene, everyone gasped.
"This... this is a miracle! A true miracle!"
"Heavens, what did I just witness!"
At that moment, everyone felt as if they had been transported into a fantasy novel, witnessing a great battle between two Ancient Divine Beasts. It was a thrilling and awe-inspiring sight.
Many widened their eyes, unable to believe what they were seeing.
Ye Tong’s mouth hung open, her eyes wide, her mind reeling in utter shock.
That Thunder Dragon... was summoned by Lin Mu? Who is he? What is he?
In that instant, the image of the figure standing in the sky was seared into her very soul, never to be erased.
As for Song Wenrou, she was the calmest among all the spectators. After her initial surprise, she had already regained her composure. A gentle smile played on her lips as she watched the figure in the sky.
Now this is the you I know.