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

Lin Mo withdrew his fist and looked at the soldiers groaning on the ground.

It feels so soft.

The Chaos Saint Body, at the late Nascent Soul stage, had no interest in dealing with these mortals.

Previously, when facing Xia Yuan's 400,000-strong army, he had to eliminate them completely to prevent any potential trouble.

Back then, we lacked the strength to establish our authority, so we had to rely on ruthlessness.

Now?

In his eyes, these ordinary soldiers were not even ants.

Kill all 1.2 million people?

That's a huge loss.

Once we take over Zhongzhou, we'll need manpower for everything: defending the city, farming, and mining.

These are readily available labor forces.

Killing them would be a waste of resources.

Having made up his mind, Lin Mo withdrew 70% of his true energy, trying his best to injure but not kill.

He turned and stared at the row of towering catapults along the moat.

With a few leaps, it rushed to the foot of a catapult.

Click!

Lin Mo stepped back with his right leg and swept a whip kick into the thick, load-bearing wooden pillar.

A solid wood pillar that required three people to hug broke in the middle.

The massive catapult lost its balance and collapsed with a crash.

Not far away, the burly captain had just climbed out of the mud.

Seeing the broken wooden pillar, his legs trembled, and he abandoned his horse, turning around and running back to the rear camp.

"Brothers, hold on! I'll go get the General of the Cavalry for reinforcements!"

He shouted at the top of his lungs, his legs moving incredibly fast.

But he had only run less than twenty meters.

Lin Mo kicked the base of the second catapult again, breaking it in half.

boom!

The massive slingshot, along with its counterweight, traced a deadly arc in mid-air before crashing down.

"ah--"

The captain's voice abruptly stopped.

The counterweight box hit him precisely, splashing mud and water everywhere.

All that remained was a pool of indistinct flesh and blood.

boom!

The dark golden light burst forth once more.

Lin Mo, like a mad rhinoceros, recklessly charged into the left wing camp.

He doesn't care about formations or troop types.

They specifically chose to rinse in places with many people and a high density of equipment.

Rows of tents were blown away, and ballistae weighing thousands of pounds were completely destroyed.

"Enemy attack! Left flank under attack!"

"Right Battalion attacked!"

"Quickly! Deploy heavy infantry!"

The various camps were in complete chaos.

Lin Mo didn't linger; he fired a shot and moved on to another location.

He rushed into the supply depot.

Hundreds of large iron pots were placed on the fire to cook rice porridge.

Lin Mo kicked over the largest pot at the front.

The scalding hot rice porridge was spilled all over the ground, causing the cooks around to scream in pain.

Lin Mo's journey was filled with sparks and lightning.

They dismantled tents, smashed weapon racks, and overturned supply wagons.

Any soldier who dared to resist was slapped away.

It won't kill, but it will definitely break bones and injure the person, rendering them unable to fight.

The entire camp of 1.2 million troops was turned upside down by Lin Mo alone.

Flames shot into the sky.

……

Central command tent.

The atmosphere inside the bright yellow tent was oppressive.

Xia Jie, dressed in a thin, bright yellow silk robe, paced back and forth barefoot on a Persian carpet.

He gripped the white jade wine cup tightly, his knuckles turning white.

Wei Zhonggang was sent out to deliver the order, but the tent was empty.

Xia Jie glanced down at his crotch, his face turning ashen.

There was no movement there; it was deathly still.

"Damn that Taoist nun! Damn Lin Mo!"

Xia Jie gritted his teeth and smashed the white jade wine cup in his hand to the ground.

Snapped!

Broken porcelain flew everywhere.

The tent curtain was suddenly yanked open.

The Left Army Commander stumbled in, his helmet gone, his face covered in blood.

thump!

He knelt heavily on the broken porcelain shards, his knees pierced but he dared not utter a sound.

"Your Highness! Something terrible has happened!"

The Left Army Commander's voice was hoarse.

"The vanguard battalion has been wiped out! The heavy infantry have suffered heavy casualties!"

Xia Jie suddenly turned around.

"What did you say? The people from Blackwater Pass have broken out?"

"No...they're not from Blackwater Pass!"

The Left Army Commander swallowed hard.

"Just one person! A young man!"

"one person?"

Xia Jie strode forward and kicked him in the chest.

"Are you kidding me? An army of 1.2 million, and one person wiped out the vanguard?"

The Left Army Commander was kicked to the ground, and he quickly got up and knelt down again.

"Your Highness, please calm down! I misspoke! That...that wasn't human at all!"

"He was invulnerable to swords and spears, and possessed immense strength! He kicked a catapult to pieces and smashed a siege engine to pieces with a single punch!"

"He's causing chaos and destruction everywhere in Zuoying right now! The brothers can't stop him at all!"

Xia Jie was stunned.

Invulnerable to swords and spears? Immensely strong?

Didn't wait for him to think about it.

The curtain was lifted again.

The general on the right flank charged in, his armor covered in mud.

"Your Highness! The Right Wing has been attacked! The supply depot has been overrun! Tens of thousands of cooking pots have been smashed!"

He knelt down next to the Left Army Commander with a thud.

"That guy was incredibly fast; the brothers couldn't even catch a glimpse of him before they were sent flying!"

Xia Jie's mind went blank for a moment, and he suddenly had a bad feeling.

"Could it be...?"

"Report—!"

Another messenger rushed into the tent.

"Your Highness! The outpost at the central camp has been destroyed! That man is charging towards the main tent!"

"What!?"

Xia Jie shoved the messenger aside and strode out of the tent.

Outside the tent.

The heavy rain had just stopped, and the muddy open space was a scene of devastation.

Xia Jie raised his head.

The end of the field of vision.

A dark golden streak of light was frantically weaving through the dense tents.

boom!

boom!

boom!

Wherever the streak of light passed, the tents exploded, and flames shot into the sky.

Hundreds of soldiers were thrown into the air by the blast wave, their cries of agony filling the air.

The streak of light suddenly stopped in mid-air.

A man stood in mid-air, surrounded by violent dark golden true energy.

Xia Jie stared intently at the figure in mid-air.

The pupils suddenly contracted.

So it really is true!?

What the scout who brought the news said was all true!?

One man repelled an army of 400,000...

But how could that be?

Why?!

What the hell is this Lin Mo?!

Boom! Boom! Boom!

The continuous explosions shook the bright yellow tent violently.

Xia Jie stared intently at the figure standing in mid-air.

The dark golden true essence, like burning flames, enveloped that tall and upright body.

With each wave of his hand, hundreds or even thousands of heavily armored infantrymen were sent flying into the air.

That's Lin Mo.

The biggest joke in the capital was that useless, good-for-nothing Prince Zhenbei's Mansion.

In Xia Jie's memory, Lin Mo was utterly useless except for frequenting brothels, drinking with women, and harassing respectable women.

Even a cook in the Xuanjia Army could easily beat him to a pulp.

But now.

This piece of junk was floating in mid-air, and with one punch, it blasted a catapult weighing tens of thousands of kilograms into a shower of wood chips.

Xia Jie's mind was buzzing.

Why?

Ever since the Lin family was exiled to Black Wind City, Lin Mo, the most useless person, has become a completely different person.

They created surprises for him time and time again.

His elaborate schemes to destroy the Lin family were repeatedly and effortlessly thwarted by him.

What exactly happened?!

What the hell is going on?!