My mom is waiting for treatment, and you're summoning me to be a hero?

Screams pierced the noise of the harbor, and the crowd that was already scattering ran even faster.

Shops in the distance closed their doors and put up signs.

In just a short while, the once bustling dock was mostly empty.

Only Lin Mo and his group remained, along with the still-bleeding corpse on the ground.

The dock owner slumped to the ground, trembling like a leaf.

Pointing at Lin Mo, his lips trembled, and he couldn't utter a complete sentence for a long time.

"You...you dare to kill someone...do you know who he is! He's His Majesty the King's only son! You're dead! You're all dead!"

Lin Mo didn't even lift his eyelids. The black sword was still at his waist, and not a drop of blood had even touched his fingertips.

Just then, hurried footsteps came from the end of the street, accompanied by the clanging sound of metal clashing.

More than thirty patrolling soldiers wearing leather armor and carrying long spears rushed over quickly.

The captain, who was leading the group, had a fierce-looking face and a curved knife at his waist. When he saw the head on the ground, his face turned ashen.

"Who did this! How dare they kill someone in Qianjin City! They're asking for trouble!"

The captain roared and pointed his spear at Lin Mo.

"Take them all down! Anyone who resists, kill them without mercy!"

The soldiers responded and charged forward, their spears like a forest, aiming at the ten Golden Dragon Warriors.

Before Lin Mo could give the order, A Jin, the Golden Dragon Warrior standing on the far left, suddenly moved.

He didn't even draw the longsword from his waist; he simply turned and threw a punch.

The golden fist, accompanied by a whooshing sound, slammed into the chest of the foremost soldier.

With a crisp crack, the soldier's sternum caved in instantly.

He flew out like a kite with a broken string, crashed into the mast of a ship in the distance, and fell silent.

The other Golden Dragon Warriors also made their move at the same time; they were all peak level 89 warriors.

Dealing with these ordinary soldiers who are not even level 40 is as easy as crushing ants.

Amidst the punches and kicks, screams of agony rose and fell.

In less than three breaths, all thirty-odd patrol soldiers lay on the ground, either dead or wounded, none of them able to stand.

Lin Mo, on the other hand, was somewhat stunned, wondering why these Golden Dragon Warriors were suddenly being so proactive.

At this moment, Ajin shook the dust off his hands, looked down at the golden armor on his chest, and a complex light flashed in his eyes.

He originally thought that he and his nine brothers were just bargaining chips given to Lin Mo by Elder Honglu, cannon fodder who could be sacrificed at any time.

When Gao Ran reached out to touch their armor, they were angry, but they were also prepared to be scolded by Lin Mo and even forced to take off their armor.

After all, they understood that their forbearance was for the Golden Dragon Clan to become the Dragon Emperor.

But Lin Mo did not do that.

Without hesitation, he killed the boy who coveted their armor with a single sword strike.

A Jin glanced at Lin Mo out of the corner of his eye.

The man in black robes still stood there, upright, as if nothing had happened.

But at this moment, the string that had been taut in A-Jin's heart for so long suddenly loosened.

The other nine Golden Dragon Warriors exchanged glances, their eyes filled with the same shock and emotion.

They had lived for over a hundred years and had seen countless human rulers.

Yet no one has ever hesitated to wield a sword and kill someone for the honor of their subordinates.

"I'm going to report to the general! You just wait! You'll be torn to pieces!"

The shipyard owner, who was lying on the ground, was terrified when he saw that all his soldiers had been wiped out. He scrambled and crawled back into the city.

Lin Mo didn't stop him, but just stood quietly in place.

Yin Xue sat on his shoulder, munching on a meat pie he had just taken out of his spatial ring, and said with a grin, "This is going to be lively. It's a good opportunity to stretch our muscles so we won't be rusty when we fight the demigods later."

Mianmian also peeked out from Lin Mo's arms, her eight compound eyes shining as she looked at the corpse on the ground, seemingly wondering if she could eat it.

Less than fifteen minutes later, the ground began to tremble slightly.

The thunderous sound of hooves as over two hundred elite cavalrymen clad in fine steel armor galloped in.

The leader was a burly man, clad in heavy black armor, wielding a giant axe, and sporting a hideous scar on his face.

It was Lei Hu, the level 90 berserker and the city's garrison general of Qianjin City.

Lei Hu spotted Gao Ran's severed head on the ground at a glance. His eyes instantly turned red, and he roared, "You audacious madmen! How dare you murder the prince! Today I will have you all executed by slow slicing to avenge the prince!"

He spurred his horse and swung his giant axe at Lin Mo.

The axe blade whistled through the air, its powerful force seemingly capable of splitting mountains and rocks.

"Your Majesty, leave it to us."

Ah Jin stepped forward, cupped his hands in greeting, bowed his head, and said in a deep voice.

Before Lin Mo could nod, the ten Golden Dragon Warriors moved simultaneously.

Instead of breaking up, they tacitly formed a simple formation.

Ajin faced Lei Hu's giant axe head-on, while the other nine men flanked him from both sides.

clang!

The sound of metal clashing was deafening. Lei Hu felt his hand go numb and almost dropped his giant axe.

He stared in shock at the golden-armored warrior before him, never expecting that the other party could withstand his full-force attack with just his physical strength.

Before he could react, the attacks from the other nine Golden Dragon Warriors had already arrived.

Longsword, iron fist, knee strike—each move deadly, executed with perfect coordination.

Although Lei Hu was a level 90 warrior, he had no chance to fight back when surrounded by ten level 89 Golden Dragon Warriors at their peak.

In just ten moves, Lei Hu's giant axe was knocked away.

Ajin punched him in the chest, slamming him hard into the ground, creating a large crater.

Lei Hu coughed up a mouthful of blood and struggled to get up, but A Jin stepped on his back, rendering him unable to move.

More than two hundred elite cavalrymen were so frightened by the capture of their general that they dared not advance, and they all reined in their horses, their faces pale.

A Jin looked down at Lei Hu at his feet, then looked up at Lin Mo, his eyes filled with respect.

This time, it was no longer on Hong Lü's orders, but out of heartfelt submission.

They are golden dragons, proud dragon warriors.

They submit only to the strong, and even more so to the lords who are willing to uphold their honor.

Just then, an aged and furious voice came from the sky, carrying a world-destroying pressure: "Who dares to kill my son!"

Everyone looked up and saw an old man in a white robe walking through the air.

His hair was gray and his face was aged, but his eyes were as sharp as an eagle's.

A longsword inlaid with sapphires hung at his waist, and the white holy light surrounding him was almost tangible.

He was Gao Tianxiong, the city lord of Qianjin City, a hero summoned fifty years ago, and a level 95 warrior.

Gao Tianxiong immediately saw Gao Ran's head on the ground, and the blood-stained golden hair stung his eyes.

His body trembled violently, and the holy radiance around him surged instantly.

A sudden gust of wind arose, causing the flags on the dock to flutter wildly.

"ah--!!"

A fierce roar echoed through the sky.

Gao Tianxiong's eyes were bloodshot, and his long sword automatically drew from its sheath.

White sword energy swirled around him, even cutting the air with a hissing sound.

"I'll tear you to pieces!!"