Many children, many blessings; a stunningly beautiful wife is given to you right from the start.

Lin Mo didn't use any fancy opening moves; he simply threw a punch straight at "Meat Shield Number Two."

Elder Zhao's pupils contracted as he saw the emotion in Lin Mo's eyes.

That wasn't anger, that wasn't hatred, but... impatience.

It's like someone is having a great time when suddenly an annoying fly buzzes in their ear, so they want to slap it.

Seeing this, Elder Zhao no longer hesitated and shoved the "meat shield number two" in front of him forward!

This was his instinct as a Ghost Gate assassin, and also his survival rule after years of roaming the martial arts world.

Better to die than to die myself!

"Bang!"

A louder, even more muffled, bang than before.

Lin Mo's fist pierced through the chest of "Meat Shield No. 2" without any resistance.

That flesh and blood body didn't even have time to let out a scream before it disintegrated under the violent force of the punch.

Lin Mo's fist, still powerful, slammed solidly into Elder Zhao's arms, which he had hastily crossed in front of his chest.

"Snap—!"

With a crisp cracking sound, Elder Zhao was sent flying backward like a cannonball, as if struck by a heavy hammer.

While in mid-air, he couldn't help but spit out a mouthful of scalding blood mixed with fragments of internal organs.

With a "plop," Elder Zhao fell into the mud. He struggled to get up, but as soon as he moved, another mouthful of blood rushed to his throat.

He forced himself to swallow, raised his head, and his eyes were filled with horror and disbelief.

Fivefold achievement!

He is a top expert who has reached the fifth level of mastery!

Looking across the entire Great Xia Dynasty, there are very few people who can definitively defeat him!

But this young man in front of him could not withstand just two punches!

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This is not a power that someone at the sixth level of cultivation could possess!

This is... sevenfold!?

Elder Zhao could hardly believe his eyes.

He knew Lin Mo was very strong from their previous battles.

But that punch just now completely shattered his understanding!

How is that possible?!

A young man in his early twenties, with strength... at the seventh level of perfection!?

What the hell is this?!

Elder Zhao's worldview has completely collapsed.

That unchanging zombie face was now twisted beyond recognition by extreme shock and fear.

"Who...who are you?!"

His voice was hoarse and dry, devoid of any of his previous composure.

Lin Mo shook the blood off his fist, a slight smile curving his lips.

"who I am?"

He beckoned to Elder Zhao with his finger, his smile as bright as a boy next door.

"Come here, I'll tell you in secret."

Elder Zhao was taken aback upon hearing this, and then his eyes turned cold.

He certainly wouldn't fall for it.

He'd seen this classic "come here, I'll show you a treasure" scenario countless times in his many years of wandering the world.

In the past, it was just suicide missions!

The instinct to survive overrides everything.

A resolute glint flashed in Elder Zhao's eyes, and he suddenly pulled a pitch-black porcelain bottle from his robes.

Without the slightest hesitation, he smashed the porcelain vase at his own feet!

"Bang!"

A thick, pungent black smoke exploded out with a loud bang.

Like ink dropped into clear water, it instantly swallowed everything around it.

Looking at the rapidly spreading black smoke in front of him, Lin Mo shook his head.

"Tsk."

"This Ghost Gate isn't good at fighting, but they're very good at escaping."

"Why not just stop calling it the Ghost Gate and start calling it the 'Runmen' (meaning 'lubricating gate')?"

……

the other side.

Elder Zhao ran for his life without looking back.

He used the Ghost Gate's secret lightness skill, "Ghost Shadow Step," to its fullest extent, transforming himself into a faint phantom as he weaved through the crowd.

They ran for miles without any sound of pursuit from behind.

Only then did he dare to slow down a little and lean against a big tree, panting heavily.

A surge of relief at surviving a disaster welled up inside me, along with extreme confidence in my ability to escape.

"Hmph, you brat!"

"You may have brute strength, but your experience in the ways of the world is as green as a scallion. Do you really think I don't have some trump card to save my life?"

"I have roamed the martial world for thirty years, and countless masters have died at my hands. To escape from a seventh-level expert is quite an achievement..."

Elder Zhao was basking in his self-satisfaction, thinking, "I'm the best runner in the world."

Suddenly, a sharp whooshing sound came from far behind.

The sound seemed to be on the horizon when I first heard it, but in the next instant, it was already behind me!

not good!

Elder Zhao felt a chill run down his spine and instinctively tried to dodge to the side.

But it was too late.

"Bang!"

A muffled thud—the sound of immense force piercing through the tree trunk.

Immediately afterwards, there was another "thud" sound as a sharp blade pierced flesh.

Elder Zhao's body stiffened abruptly.

He slowly lowered his head.

A blood-stained knife tip pierced his heart and emerged from his chest.

A sharp pain struck, and all his strength receded like a receding tide.

He wanted to turn around and see what it was that could take his life from miles away.

But he couldn't do it.

In the last moment before his consciousness faded into darkness, only two words remained in his mind.

"Holy crap..."

the other side.

Lin Mo slowly lowered his arm, which was in a throwing posture, and the iridescent light in his pupils quietly disappeared.

The world before my eyes has returned to its normal colors.

Just now, in his vision after activating the "Glassy Eyes", Elder Zhao, several miles away, was just a red humanoid silhouette radiating intense heat.

The steel knife he threw hit the red dot's core perfectly.

Sniping can sometimes be that simple.

[Ding! Congratulations, host, for defeating 'Ghost Gate Elder - Zhao Wuji'. Rank: B.]

[Gained 5000 Hegemony Points.]

A pleasant system notification sounded in Mo's mind.

Five thousand points.

Not bad.

Killing a low-ranking soldier only gives you thirty or fifty points.

Sure enough, if you want to get rich, you still have to kill elite monsters.

Lin Mo casually opened the system panel, where a string of numbers was scrolling wildly before finally stopping.

[Domination Points: 1,523,672]

Lin Mo raised an eyebrow.

More than 1.5 million!

This is an epic harvest.

Lin Mo's smile grew even wider.

With this huge sum of money, he could transform the entire Blackwind City from a small border town into a heavily armed war fortress!

A steel fortress that would awaken any enemy from a nightmare at the mere mention of its name!

At that time, let alone a mere third prince, even the entire Great Xia Dynasty would have to think twice before trying to touch him, considering whether they were prepared to lose all their teeth.

"Hehehe, hehehe..."

Lin Mo couldn't help but laugh.

However, just as he was figuring out how to spend this "huge sum" wisely and maximize his profits, two completely different voices rang out behind him almost simultaneously.

"Lin Mo!"

Cool, decisive, and with a hint of concern, that was Qin Ruxue.

"Young master~"

Alluring, soft, capable of melting one's bones, that is Feng Niang.

Lin Mo turned around.

Good guy.

At the edge of the battlefield, two fine horses stood side by side.

On the left, Qin Ruxue was still wearing that black and red Blazing Sky Armor.

The helmet had been removed, revealing a face stained with gunpowder and sweat, yet still exuding a heroic air.

On the right, Feng Niang was dressed in a black silk outfit that made her figure look like it was about to explode.

She sat reclining on the horse's back, the fox fur collar accentuating her snow-white neck, her peach blossom eyes brimming with moisture, as if they could be wrung out at any moment.