One person: Lu family bodyguard, who shattered Longhu Mountain with a single palm strike.

"stop!"

Wang Ai channeled his inner energy, and his furious roar, infused with true qi, exploded like thunder throughout the entire training ground: "You bastard, put down my grandson!"

The entire audience, which had been completely silent, gasped in shock at his shout.

All the extraordinary spectators turned their gazes to Lin Mo on the stage, their hearts pounding faster involuntarily.

That's Wang Ai, one of the Ten Elders, who is known in the industry for his protectiveness and ruthlessness.

The young bodyguard from the Lu family not only broke Wang Bing's leg in public, but also beat him until his head was a bloody mess, knocking out all his teeth.

This isn't a competition; it's practically a wild party on Wang Ai's minefield!

At this moment, in the audience seats in the distance, Zhang Chulan's mouth was wide open, his jaw almost dropping to his chest.

He swallowed hard and turned to look at Feng Baobao, who was expressionlessly munching on a cucumber next to him.

"Holy crap, Bao'er, this guy is still amazing!"

Zhang Chulan rubbed his numb cheeks, his face filled with sorrow and shock.

"Sister Bao'er, did you see that? That slap was so powerful, it almost left an afterimage."

Zhang Chulan pointed at the arena below, his hand trembling slightly. "If that hit me in the face, wouldn't all my good teeth be knocked out?"

Feng Baobao took a big bite of cucumber, her cheeks bulging, and replied casually, "You can have that kind of training if you want, I'll arrange it for you when we get back. But his slap is really powerful, you can't take it."

"Stop messing with me!"

Zhang Chulan complained, on the verge of tears, "What am I going to do? The Luo Tian Grand Ceremony has only just begun. What if I'm unlucky and draw him later? How am I supposed to fight him? This guy is practically an ancestor!"

Zhang Chulan knew this perfectly well. He had undergone a month of special training with Feng Baobao and had indeed transformed himself, making significant progress.

But at best, he could barely catch up with the top tier of the younger generation, and he wasn't even confident of beating Zhang Lingyu from the Celestial Master's Mansion.

Not to mention facing Lin Mo, a monster who could easily kill a Quanxing demon and even kick the young master of the Wang family like a football.

On the other side of the platform, Chen Jinkui, the leader of the Shuzi Sect, was also stroking his chin, staring wide-eyed, with an expression of disbelief.

"Wow, this bodyguard from the Lu family is way too arrogant!"

Chen Jinkui smacked his lips and sighed to his disciple beside him, "They completely disregard the Wang family! They're really ruthless."

"Master Kui, could this kid be a secret weapon that Lu Jin is secretly cultivating?" a disciple whispered.

Chen Jinkui rolled his eyes, waved his hand, and said, "Nonsense! If Old Man Lu had such a capable junior, he would have been eager to spread the news all over the world with a megaphone. How could he possibly make someone a bodyguard?"

"This kid's background is definitely not simple."

"So what do we do now?" the disciple asked.

Chen Jinkui glanced at the furious Wang Ai beside him and sneered, "What else can we do? Just watch the show. Old Man Wang is really going to lose his temper this time. If we can't control this kid today, the Wang family's reputation will be ruined."

Chen Jinkui's guess was absolutely right.

Although Wang Ai looked old and wrinkled, his movements were surprisingly agile.

As soon as the roar subsided, Wang Ai leaped up and jumped directly off the high platform audience seats.

His agile movements and speed were completely unlike those of a man over a hundred years old.

While he was still in mid-air, his hands were already waving around in the air.

Accompanied by the intense Qi light flashing from his fingertips, the black ink quickly spread through the air.

With a "whoosh," two imposing and enormous phantom figures rose from the ground.

Those were the door gods from traditional Chinese opera, and they were none other than the fierce generals Qin Qiong and Yuchi Gong from the Tang Dynasty.

The two divine generals, wielding their magical weapons, exuded an overwhelming aura, landing heavily on the bluestone slabs of the training ground as if they were tangible objects.

The audience of supernatural beings present instantly erupted in chaos.

"Wow! Is this the Wang family's signature technique, Divine Painting? It's spectacular!"

"They can even draw door gods, this is so interesting, it feels like they've come to life."

"Of course, among the most exquisite painting techniques today, only the Wang family's lineage still possesses the divine skill of painting. We are fortunate to witness the Ten Elders' skills firsthand today."

"That's right. That young man who beat Wang Bing into a pig's head is probably going to be in trouble. Not everyone can withstand the wrath of the Ten Elders."

The audience was buzzing with discussion, and the members of the Lu Family Stunt Team sitting in the front row all tensed up when they saw this scene.

Lu Linglong suddenly stood up, gripping the railing tightly with both hands, looking somewhat nervous.

She could tell that Wang Ai was truly enraged this time; the true qi emanating from those two divine generals was so oppressive that it was hard to breathe.

"Lin Mo! Watch out behind you!" Lu Linglong shouted, disregarding her ladylike demeanor.

Even though she knew Lin Moqiang was incredibly powerful, comparable to the legendary sages of ancient times, and only a step away from ascending to immortality.

But for some reason, she is becoming increasingly worried about Lin Mo's safety.

I worry about him even if there's the slightest problem.

Zhi Jinhua and Bai Shixue also bit their lips tightly. Although they knew that Lin Mo's strength was unfathomable, they couldn't help but feel uneasy when facing the Ten Elders' signature move.

However, Lin Mo, standing in the center of the arena, still appeared nonchalant.

He had one hand in his pocket, didn't even turn his head, and just waved towards the audience.

"It's alright, it's alright. Bosses, just sit down and don't interfere with my commission," Lin Mo said casually, his tone as relaxed as if he were discussing what to have for dinner.

Just then, the divine general Yuchi Gong stepped forward and stood in front of Lin Mo.

He gripped the thick steel whip tightly with both hands, his theatrical-style face filled with anger.

"Hey! You brat!" Yuchi Gong actually spoke, his voice booming like thunder, "Surrender and submit to the law immediately to avoid physical punishment!"

Before he finished speaking, Yuchi Gong swung his heavy steel whip, which whistled through the air, and lashed it directly at Lin Mo's forehead.

Meanwhile, Qin Qiong remained silent, his figure flashing as he circled to the side, preparing to seize the opportunity to rescue Wang Bing from the ground.

Just as the steel whip was about to strike Lin Mo, Lin Mo didn't even unleash his Qi.

He casually stretched out his toes, hooked them around Wang Bing who was groaning in pain on the ground, and suddenly exerted force with his waist.

"Go on."

Lin Mo lifted Wang Bing up like a sack of potatoes, precisely blocking the path of the falling steel whip.

Yuchi Gong's imposing face suddenly trembled, clearly startled.

If that whip had struck hard, Lin Mo might have been alright, but Wang Bing would definitely have been turned into mincemeat.

The god quickly flipped his wrist, abruptly stopping the attack. The steel whip was less than an inch away from Wang Bing's horribly disfigured face.

To complete the mission, Yuchi Gong quickly took a half step back, changed to a tricky angle, and swung his steel whip horizontally again.

But while he was fast, Lin Mo was even faster.

"Want to beat him up? Then I'll let you have him." Lin Mo chuckled.

He grabbed Wang Bing by the collar with one hand, as if wielding a shield, and once again placed Wang Bing firmly in the path that the steel whip was bound to take.

Yuchi Gong slammed on the brakes again, the powerful palm wind and Qi flow striking Wang Bing, who howled in pain.

Having its rhythm interrupted twice in a row, the depicted deity seemed to have become angry and embarrassed.

His eyes widened as he pointed at Lin Mo and angrily shouted, "Shameless scoundrel! Using someone as a shield, what kind of hero are you!"

"Hey, this ghost in your painting is quite interesting."

Lin Mo was amused and tossed Wang Bing to the ground at his feet like trash. "You even called me a thief, huh? You have a sweet tongue."

Lin Mo's smile slowly faded, and his tone instantly turned cold: "Go to hell, you blind idiot."

As soon as he finished speaking, Lin Mo stopped holding back.

He took a half step back with his right leg and directly raised his hand to unleash a full-level "Eighteen Subduing Dragon Palms" move.

At that moment, it felt as if the air had been sucked out.

"hold head high--!"

A long, soul-stirring dragon roar suddenly exploded in the void.

Immediately afterwards, a dragon-shaped internal force, purely formed from dazzling golden light, roared out from between Lin Mo's palms.

That was a five-clawed golden dragon from Chinese mythology!

The golden dragon scales were lifelike, and the five sharp dragon claws gleamed with overwhelming power, carrying an unparalleled domineering pressure that surrounded Lin Mo.

Lin Mo's gaze was like lightning as he slammed his hand down on the massive General Yuchi Gong before him.

"go."

The five-clawed golden dragon let out a deafening roar, transformed into a golden lightning bolt, and rushed directly towards Yuchi Gong's head.

"Bang!"

A deafening thud resounded, and the entire arena shook.

There was no suspense, and no stalemate.

General Yuchi Gong's head, along with his entire broad upper body, was instantly blasted to pieces by the impact of the golden dragon.

Large swaths of black ink splattered like a fountain, then quickly dissipated into the air, leaving not a trace.

The enormous roar resounded throughout the entire stadium.

Wang Ai, who had just landed and stood still, was struck dumb by what she saw.

His wrinkled face was contorted with extreme shock.

"What...what is this?!"

Wang Ai cried out in shock. He never imagined that his proud Divine Painting Technique would be shattered with a single palm strike.

Chen Jinkui on the platform straightened up abruptly, his eyes nearly popping out of their sockets: "That golden light... what kind of magic is that?"

Zhang Chulan, watching from a distance, swallowed hard and muttered to himself, "Goodness... this guy is really something else, a dragon actually flew out of his body?"

Lu Linglong, the members of the Lu family troupe, and thousands of other extraordinary people in the audience all seemed to be frozen in place.

The entire training ground fell silent instantly, so quiet you could hear a pin drop, with only the rustling of leaves in the wind.

That awe-inspiring golden dragon shadow completely exceeded everyone's comprehension.

But Lin Mo's movements did not stop.

He slowly turned his head and looked at General Qin Qiong, who was trying to pick up Wang Bing.

Lin Mo's lips curled into a mocking smile, and he swung out another palm strike with his backhand.

"hold head high--!"

Another dragon-shaped burst of energy roared out and crashed into Qin Qiong with devastating force.

With a muffled "boom," Qin Qiong, the divine general, didn't even have time to utter a sound before he was blasted into a rain of ink by this extremely powerful and yang force.

The two door gods, painted by the Ten Elders themselves, were reduced to ashes with just two palm strikes.

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