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

The moment Lin Mo stepped into the main hall, all the Golden Dragon Elders stood up in unison, the screeching sound of chair legs scraping against the floor filling the air.

Some people instinctively reached for the weapons at their waists, while others unleashed their dragon-like might, their golden scales radiating layers of killing intent under the holy light of the dome.

Burning Heaven slammed his fist on the table and rose to his feet, dragon flames already rolling in his throat.

"Lin Mo! This is the Dragon Emperor's Palace of my Dragon Clan, not the grand hall of your human empire! You've trespassed into this forbidden area; are you implying that my Dragon Clan has no one to rely on?!"

Hong Lü frowned and said, "Don't be impulsive and burn the heavens. I know he came because of that demigod soul. I can explain."

Burning Heaven snorted coldly.

"So what if that soul was scattered? Everyone knows that demigod's soul was here to monitor our dragon race! Does he really think of the dragons as his private army?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Lin Mo's figure swayed for a moment before turning into a black shadow, passing straight through the location where Fentian was. The stone slab under his feet only belatedly shattered after he had passed by.

Fen Tian's pupils contracted, and before he could react, his vision suddenly spun around him.

Lin Mo's five fingers had already gripped the back of his head, slamming his entire face hard into the table.

Spiderweb-like cracks exploded outwards from his face, and the jade paperweight flew out, rolling several times on the ground before coming to a stop.

Fentian lay motionless on the broken table, his head embedded in the rubble, his legs still in the same standing position, looking both comical and pitiful.

It happened so fast that no one could see how Lin Mo moved.

Cangya was young and vigorous, and his reaction was the fastest. He spread his arms and was about to transform into a dragon.

But he was pulled down from mid-air by Lin Mo after he had only unfolded half of it.

He slammed heavily onto the floor tiles, causing the entire hall floor to tremble.

Lin Mo stepped on his chest, the force wasn't heavy, but it made his ribs crack under the strain.

The air in his chest cavity was squeezed out completely, and he couldn't even let out a scream.

The whole process was swift and efficient, taking only a few breaths.

Both Golden Dragon Elders, who were level 90 or above, were subdued.

The air was filled with gravel dust and a faint smell of blood.

No one dared to speak anymore; only now did they realize how terrifying Lin Mo was.

Hong Lü swallowed hard, stood up from the dragon throne, and beads of sweat rolled down his forehead, down his brow bone, and down the lines of his cheeks.

He looked at the elders who were all lying prostrate in the hall, and then at the person who was walking towards him step by step over the gravel. He waved his hands frantically in front of him, his voice urgent and hoarse.

"Lin... Lin Mo, let me explain! I didn't shatter that demigod's soul! It was that remnant spirit from the Dragon God's inheritance who acted for me while I was inheriting the legacy! I've been wanting to explain to you, I never intended to turn against you, I..."

"unimportant."

Lin Mo raised his hand to interrupt Hong Lü, the movement as casual as if he were swatting away a buzzing fly.

Hong Lü's mouth was still open, but he couldn't utter a single word.

Lin Mo said calmly, "I'm here today only to inform you of one thing..."

The air in the main hall seemed to have been sucked out of all sound.

Everyone couldn't help but look at Lin Mo.

"At the coronation ceremony three days later, I have decided to make Akin the Dragon Emperor."

After he finished speaking, the entire hall fell into a deathly silence.

.

Outside the main hall, heavy footsteps approached from afar.

A Jin stepped over the broken pieces of the door that Lin Mo had kicked away and entered the main hall.

He was still wearing his golden armor, his steps were steady, his eyes were straight ahead, and he walked straight to Lin Mo through the astonished gazes of the entire hall, kneeling on one knee.

"His Majesty."

The elders could no longer contain themselves.

"I'm not seeing things, am I? This guy, Jin, is Deadpool."

"This...this is clearly an attempt to support a puppet."

"How is that possible?"

……

Hong Lü's lips also began to twitch.

He looked at A Jin's young, familiar face, a face that had once belonged to his command, and then at Lin Mo's expressionless face. His lips trembled several times before he managed to squeeze out a sentence through gritted teeth.

"Lin Mo... do you know what you're saying?"

As he spoke, he subconsciously reached out and touched the black gold spear beside him, his fingertips brushing against the shaft the instant he touched it.

This is his biggest trump card right now, and the only lifeline he can grasp at this moment.

Lin Mo's gaze followed his finger to the gun barrel, and then he nodded, his tone carrying a matter-of-fact frankness.

"That thing you're holding is some kind of divine artifact, isn't it? Give it to me, I need it."

Hong Lu froze for a moment, then blood rushed to his head.

All the humility, ingratiation, and guilt on his old face were completely burned away in that instant by those words.

"This is...this is outrageous!"

Hong Lü let out a heart-wrenching roar.

His gray hair stood on end, and his dragon aura exploded uncontrollably, causing the obsidian conference table next to him to slide back several meters.

He could no longer hold back. He gripped the black gold spear tightly with both hands, the tip of the spear slicing through the air, wrapped in a hysterical dragon force, and thrust it straight toward Lin Mo's heart.

He poured all his strength into that shot.

It wasn't a test, it wasn't a friendly competition, it was a desperate act of madness driven to the brink of despair.

The moment the spear tip pierced through the air, a whooshing sound rang out simultaneously.

rub--!

The gravel tumbled to both sides, emitting a sharp whistling sound as the air was torn apart.

The spear stopped in place, and Lin Mo had already passed over the spearhead and stood in front of Hong Lü.

The cold sensation traveled up Hong Lü's neck and up to his scalp.

He didn't even see how Lin Mo moved.

It was too fast, so fast that his eyes only caught a black afterimage, so fast that his dragon power perception didn't even have time to issue a warning before the blade stopped at his most vulnerable point.

All the muscles in his body stiffened at the same time, maintaining the posture of thrusting forward with the gun, like a stone statue that had been frozen in place.

Lin Mo held the sword in one hand, the blade firmly pressed against Hong Lü's throat, and tilted his head slightly, glancing at him sideways.

There was no triumph in his eyes, only a pure indifference.

"What, you're not convinced?"

Fentian's mouth opened into a perfect circle, and the dust and rubble on his forehead fell down in a flurry, but he was completely unaware of it.

The other elders witnessed this scene and completely abandoned their original intention to step forward and help.

They mentally compared their own speed of providing support and then came to a conclusion that filled them with despair.

None of the Golden Dragon Elders in the hall moved.

They watched as Lin Mo single-handedly defeated most of the elders, watched as Hong Lü's full-force attack was blocked by a single sword, and watched as the black sword pressed against the Dragon Emperor's throat, cold, sharp, and completely still.

They have neither the reason nor the right to act.

Just then, a low, appreciative laugh came from the spear in Hong Lü's hand.

"Hahaha—as expected, a newborn calf is not afraid of a tiger. Very well, I have lived for so long and have seen countless powerful people, but there are very few who are as arrogant as you."