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

As Zhang Chulan finished speaking...

The air in the room seemed to stop flowing for a moment.

No one spoke; the atmosphere was so oppressive it was suffocating.

They were all seasoned veterans who had been navigating the world of supernatural beings for many years, and had seen all sorts of storms and waves.

But precisely because they are knowledgeable and experienced, they understand better than ordinary people what that scene at the village entrance represents.

They cut a living person down to just a head and a section of the spine.

It can also be protected with the Golden Light Mantra, keeping them hanging on to life, making them unable to live or die.

This kind of extraordinary method has completely deviated from the scope of normal superhumans.

To make an enemy of such a person is like an old man eating poison.

He leaned back in his chair and reached out to touch the bluish-black stubble on his chin.

"Zhang Chulan, we understand what you're saying."

He sighed, a hint of helplessness on his face.

"We don't want to make enemies either; it would be best if we could resolve the mission easily."

"But now the company's tasks clash with his actions, what can we do?"

Zhang Chulan stood up straight, his hands in his pockets.

"Leave this to me, I'll talk to Brother Lin."

He looked at everyone, his eyes serious.

"I will try my best to make things clear and ensure that no direct conflict occurs."

Wang Zhenqiu sat on the edge of the table, swinging his legs and spreading his hands with a smile.

"No problem, go talk to Lin Mo."

He flicked his blond hair across his forehead, a shrewd glint in his eyes.

"It's best to get things done quickly and easily. I hate fighting and killing the most."

Zhang Chulan nodded.

"I'll go find Brother Lin now and find out what's going on."

He turned and walked toward the door.

"You can first take a walk around the village, conduct routine investigations, and proceed according to the original plan, just don't make too much of a commotion."

After saying that, Zhang Chulan pushed open the wooden door and quickly walked out.

The door closed again.

Hei Guan, Xiao Zizai, Lao Meng, and Wang Zhenqiu exchanged glances.

Everyone's eyes fell on the doorway.

Feng Baobao was squatting by the doorstep, holding half a cucumber in her hand, blinking her big eyes at them.

Wang Zhenqiu chuckled softly and jumped down from the edge of the table.

He walked up to Feng Baobao and bent down slightly.

"Baby, you've had contact with that Lin Mo. What's his actual strength like?"

Wang Zhenqiu asked with a face full of curiosity.

Feng Baobao took a bite of cucumber, chewing with her cheeks bulging.

She thought for a moment, then swallowed what was in her mouth.

"When I first met him, he could have slapped me to death."

Feng Baobao uttered this chilling statement in a very ordinary tone.

Then she added another sentence.

"But not now."

Wang Zhenqiu paused for a moment, then raised an eyebrow slightly.

What does "it's no longer working" mean?

He was somewhat puzzled.

Feng Baobao stuffed the remaining cucumber into her mouth and patted the crumbs off her hands.

"No, it's not working anymore, I can't sense his power anymore."

Upon hearing this, the clarinet player sat up straight.

He squinted at Feng Baobao.

"Feng Baobao, can you sense other people's strength?"

Feng Baobao tilted her head and thought for a moment.

"Probably."

The clarinet pointed to the people inside the room.

"Now you can feel how much of a threat we all pose to you combined."

Feng Baobao stood up and patted her trouser legs.

She turned her clear eyes, scanning them one by one over Hei Guan, Wang Zhenqiu, Xiao Zizai, and Lao Meng.

After looking around, she shook her head.

"None of them give me the same feeling as Lin Moqiang."

She paused for a moment, as if searching for the right adjective.

"Oh, he's not as good as when I first met him."

The room fell into a deathly silence once again.

The clarinet's hand, which was touching his chin, paused.

He took a deep breath, his brows furrowing into a knot.

"Is that so...?"

The clarinet muttered to itself, its heart churning with turbulent emotions.

"It seems he's gotten stronger since the first time you met him."

Moreover, it was so powerful that even the intuitively sharp-witted Feng Baobao couldn't perceive it.

This shows that Lin Mo's realm has returned to simplicity and authenticity, and he is on a completely different level from them.

"This is really troublesome."

He leaned back in his chair and rubbed his throbbing temples.

Old Meng sat beside him, nervously rubbing his hands together.

"Didn't Zhang Chulan already go to negotiate?"

He glanced uneasily at the door.

"If negotiations don't work, let's think of other ways. There's always a way."

Just at this time.

The phone screens of several people in the room lit up at the same time.

After a slight vibration, a clear female electronic voice rang out in the room.

"Everyone, I've found him."

Gao Erzhuang's voice carried a hint of solemnity.

"This is a video clip of Lin Mo's performance during the Luo Tian Grand Ceremony."

"Actually, if possible, it's best if you don't get into a conflict with him."

Wang Zhenqiu's eyes lit up, and he immediately took out his phone from his pocket.

He laughed when he saw the video file that popped up on the screen.

"It has to be Erzhuang's sister, she's so efficient."

He clicked on the video.

"I want to see just how powerful he is at the Luo Tian Grand Ceremony."

Xiao Zizai, Lao Meng, and Hei Guan all took out their phones and opened the video sent by Er Zhuang.

The footage is somewhat shaky, clearly taken from the perspective of a spectator outside the venue.

In the video, Lin Mo is standing in the center of the wide arena.

His opponent is Feng Xingtong of the Tianxia Hui.

In the scene, Feng Xingtong is surrounded by thick black energy, and his entire state looks extremely strange and violent.

Erzhuang thoughtfully added red bullet screen effects next to the video.

"This is a spirit summoning and commanding; currently, the willow spirit from the Northeast is actively cooperating with the possession."

Xiao Zizai pushed up the frame of his glasses on the bridge of his nose, and the lenses reflected a white light.

"Spirit Binding and Commanding Generals, one of the Eight Extraordinary Techniques. I've seen this information before."

Gao Erzhuang's voice came from the phone.

"That's right, and with Liu Xian's blessing, Feng Xingtong's various physical functions reached an incredibly terrifying peak at that time."

Just as Erzhuang was explaining.

Lin Mo in the video moved.

Facing the menacing Feng Xingtong, Lin Mo simply stood still and casually raised a finger.

There are no complicated moves, no unnecessary actions.

A sharp, visible burst of energy shot out from his fingertips.

"boom!"

A loud bang was heard in the video.

The invisible force pierced directly through the thick concrete wall at the edge of the arena.

Moreover, the residual force of the energy remained undiminished, carving countless fine sword marks into the bluestone ground outside the arena.

Stone fragments flew everywhere, and dust billowed up.

Feng Xingtong, who was directly facing this attack, didn't even have the right to block it.

He tried his best to dodge to the side, but was still hit by the edge of the force, and was sent flying backward like a kite with a broken string.

Immediately afterwards, the black aura around Feng Xingtong in the video instantly dissipated, and she immediately raised her hands to beg for mercy.

Wang Zhenqiu stared at the screen, his smile gradually fading.

"Actually, we could see it clearly even without Erzhuang's sister reminding us."

He swallowed.

"After all, the force, or rather, the sword energy, that finger strike he unleashed..."

Wang Zhenqiu shook his head.

"Anyway, this burst of energy shattered the arena. This one move alone was enough to scare us."

The video flashed and switched to the next match.

This time, Lin Mo's opponent is Zhang Lingyu from the Celestial Master's Mansion.

In the scene, Zhang Lingyu was surrounded by a brilliant golden light, and even used Yin Five Thunder, with black water-dirty thunder spreading across the ground.

Lin Mo, however, remained calm and composed.

He simply raised his palm and pushed it forward.

next second.

Dozens of golden dragon-shaped energy energies roared out from his palm.

"roar!"

The dragon's roar was deafening, as if it were about to shatter the phone's speaker.

The golden dragon energy, carrying the power to destroy everything, bombarded Zhang Lingyu's location relentlessly.

The ground of the stadium was blasted into one huge crater after another.

Gravel and dirt flew everywhere.

The entire competition venue teetered on the brink of collapse under the onslaught of the golden dragon, nearly crumbling on the spot.

Gao Erzhuang's electronic voice rang out at just the right moment.

"This is another tactic of Lin Mo's."

"I couldn't find the specific name, so I personally call it the Eighteen Subduing Dragon Palms."

Xiao Zizai looked at the devastating scene on the screen and scratched his cheek.

"The Eighteen Subduing Dragon Palms?"

He made a rare joke.

"Erzhuang, you're still a martial arts fan?"

Gao Erzhuang let out two dry laughs through the phone.

"Haha, we just don't know the name, and don't you guys think the scene looks really similar?"

Old Meng wiped the cold sweat from his forehead as he watched Zhang Lingyu frantically dodging in the video.

"Why do I get the feeling... that Lin Mo is toying with Zhang Lingyu in this match?"

Old Meng hesitated before expressing his opinion.

"It seems like he's deliberately targeting Zhang Lingyu; he's not using his full strength at all."

Hei Guan stared at his phone screen, his expression more serious than ever before.

"Somewhat similar."

He echoed in a low voice.

Although the group was still exchanging words, a tremendous storm was brewing in each of their hearts.

If Zhao Guizhen's still-speaking head at the village entrance proved the strangeness and unfathomable depth of Lin Mo's methods.

Therefore, this match video is the most direct demonstration of Lin Mo's actual combat ability.

This is an absolute crushing defeat in terms of strength.

The video finished playing and the screen went dark.

Gao Erzhuang's voice came again.

"Everyone, what did you think after watching it?"

Wang Zhenqiu silently turned off his phone and put it back in his pocket.

He let out a long sigh.

"powerful."

He put away his usual cynicism.

"Terrifyingly strong, this combat power is simply inhuman."

Xiao Zizai took a deep breath, calming the surging fighting spirit and fear within him.

"How did Lin Mo cultivate such unreasonable strength?"

He was curious.

The clarinet shook its head.

"I don't know."

He recalled the information he had read before.

"My regional head had previously investigated Lin Mo's background, but there was no record of his lineage in the file."

The clarinet looked at everyone.

"The records show that he developed all his skills on his own."

When Lao Meng heard this, his mouth dropped open in surprise.

"You cultivated it yourself?"

He couldn't believe it.

"That talent is terrifying! Is this even human?"

The clarinet gave a wry smile.

"No matter what, his current level is beyond what the word 'talent' can describe."

He stood up, walked to the window, and looked at the distant, rolling mountains.

"Looking at the entire community of supernatural beings, I think there's no one who can go toe-to-toe with him..."

The clarinet paused for a moment.

"Even if those two heroes came, they would have a hard time. I guess only the old Celestial Master from Longhu Mountain could handle it."

The room fell silent again.

Everyone understood this fact.

Lin Mo is someone they absolutely cannot afford to offend.

Hei Guan turned around and looked in the direction Zhang Chulan had left.

"It would be best to avoid conflict with Lin Mo."

He prayed sincerely.

"Hopefully, Zhang Chulan can succeed in negotiating."

"Otherwise, the trouble we're facing this time will be enormous."

……