Starting with 10,000 times the experience, and you're calling me a terrible player?

"That's a summoning ring!!"

The scream was like a needle piercing the crowd.

"Impossible! That's something only a super boss in a hellish dungeon could drop!"

"An epic item with its own summoning space! Only one person in the entire alliance possesses something like this!"

Panic spread like a plague among the gray-robed crowd.

The people who were excited just moments ago are now ashen-faced.

"thump--"

The first person to kneel down was the middle-aged man who had previously held the steel chain.

His knee slammed into the ground, and his voice trembled.

"Little...Little Mo! I'm your third uncle! I was just joking!"

"I'm your uncle too! Your second uncle!"

"Xiao Mo, I was wrong! I shouldn't have said those things!"

A whole bunch of them knelt down in a flurry.

Some people cried until their faces were covered in snot, some kowtowed until their foreheads bled, and some even tried to sneakily move their feet in the opposite direction of the flying dragon.

Lin Mo rode on the dragon's back, looking down at the group of people.

It's like watching a group of ants.

"You brain-stem deficient scum, yet you dream of being a royal family every day?" Lin Mo's lips curled into a sneer. "I think you would make a greater contribution to society if you were to die childless."

Every word was piercing to the heart, chilling to the bone.

The people kneeling below all shivered, their backs instantly soaked with cold sweat.

"What's the panic! Stand up, all of you!"

An old and furious voice came from the top of the platform.

Lin Mo tilted his head, his gaze passing over the kneeling crowd and looking towards the very top of the platform.

That gaunt, white-haired clan elder.

Fifth job advancement, level 702, that's impressive.

Even in this bloodline secret realm where all skills are sealed, his basic attributes far surpass those of everyone present.

At that moment, he was the only one still standing.

"Get up, all of you."

The elder's voice was calm, as if he were talking about something very ordinary.

The kneeling person raised their head, their face full of confusion.

"Elder...this..."

"I know."

The elder stood with his hands behind his back, his cloudy old eyes fixed on the black dragon that blotted out the sky. He forced a profound and unfathomable demeanor and let out a cold laugh:

"This dragon's aura is indeed astonishing, but have you forgotten even the most basic common sense?"

He stretched out a withered finger and pointed it into the air.

"The attributes of summoned creatures are inherited from the summoner."

"What level is Lin Mo? A mere level 865, second job advancement! How high can his stats be at most?"

"In other words, this dragon's attributes may not be as high as you imagine."

The crowd fell silent for a moment.

The elder continued.

"At level 702 after the fifth job advancement, my base strength stat alone exceeds 200,000, while even the weakest person present has tens of thousands."

"With over two hundred people combined, the advantage lies with us."

"It's just a dragon; no matter how strong it is, how many can it take on?"

I have to say, this old man is quite the conman.

The gray-robed men kneeling on the ground looked at each other, and the fear in their eyes began to be replaced by hesitation.

Yeah! What's there to be afraid of!

It's nothing but a paper tiger that inherited the second-generation panel!

"not to mention--"

The elder added one last sentence.

"It's dead. Lin Mo is just a second-tier warrior here with no skills."

Several of the bolder ones had already stood up and clenched their fists.

Lin Mo listened to the whole thing with a smile from on the dragon's back.

He made no attempt to interrupt; he simply enjoyed watching the clown's death throes.

"interesting."

"Aren't you afraid? Instead, you're challenging me?"

The clan elder looked up at him and snorted coldly.

"Hmph! You brat!"

"Pretending!"

The elder frowned and roared!

"Get up!"

"All of you, get him! Take him down!"

Those who were trembling with fear just now all stood up.

Each of them looked at Lin Mo with a fierce glint in their eyes.

"That's interesting! Hahahaha!"

Lin Mo burst into laughter.

"Laugh! We'll skin you alive in a minute!"

The others who stood up, their faces showing annoyance at being mocked, angrily charged towards Lin Mo!

"Dragon Flame".

Lin Mo said in a low voice.

Xiao Hei only has one skill, but that's enough.

A torrent of black dragon flames poured out from beneath the dragon's wings, like a rolling sea of ​​fire from the apocalypse, instantly obscuring the entire dark red sky!

Where the dragon's flame swept, not even ashes remained.

The ground was burned into a vitrified trench, thirty meters long and two meters deep, with steam still rising from its edges.

Twenty-seven living people, gone.

Clean and tidy.

Not even ashes were left.

Silence reigned.

Then--

"Aaaaaaah!!!"

"Don't kill me!! Please!!"

The crowd completely broke down!

Everyone ran frantically to the back of the platform.

Someone tripped and was stepped on by the person behind them.

Some people cried so hard they couldn't stand up, lying on the ground trembling all over.

The clan elder, who had been so confident of victory just moments before, finally couldn't keep his composure any longer.

The moment his twenty-seven clansmen vanished in an instant, the arrogance on his face was ripped apart.

His lips trembled uncontrollably, and it wasn't just out of fear.

Furthermore, as a fifth-level expert, he could perceive more clearly than anyone else the terrifying energy contained within that black flame.

That level of output...

In his current state, if he were even slightly brushed against, he would be reduced to ashes like those people from before.

"etc!!"

The elder raised his hands, his forehead covered in cold sweat, and his breathing became extremely rapid.

"Lin Mo! Let me go, and I'll tell you who ordered us to do this!!"

"you say."

Feilong put away his dragon flames, his black vertical pupils staring at the high platform.

Lin Mo remained riding on the dragon's back, his posture unchanged.

"All of this... is the Zhang family's doing!!"

The elder was panting heavily.

"They're the ones who told us you're related to the Lin family by blood!"

"The bloodline secret technique was also provided by the Zhang family! Without them, we wouldn't have been able to bring you in at all!"

The clan elder knelt down.

Lin Mo chuckled softly.

He patted Xiao Hei's neck.

"Kill them all."

The elder's pupils suddenly dilated.

"No—you just promised me!"

Dragon flames erupted once more.

This time it covered the entire high platform.

The black flames, like an apocalyptic torrent, engulfed all the gray-robed men—screaming, kneeling, fleeing, begging for mercy.

The temperature was so high that Lin Mo could feel the heat wave hitting his face even while riding on the dragon's back.

The flames lasted for ten seconds.

Ten seconds later, the platform was empty.

All that remained was a patch of ground melted into black glass, and a faint smell of burning in the air.

Lin Mo jumped off the dragon's back and muttered to himself:

"Did I agree to that? You said it yourself, what does it have to do with me?"

The Bloodline Secret Realm is rapidly collapsing after losing its maintainer.

Lin Mo put away Xiao Hei and closed his eyes.

Three seconds later, he reappeared in his seat on the Alliance spaceship.

Open your eyes.

Before him stood Qin Lan's ashen face.

Are you alright?

Qin Lan looked at him with concern.

"fine."

Lin Mo remained calm.

"The airship's protection system detected fluctuations in the bloodline secret technique."

Qin Lan lowered her voice,

"The Alliance is tracing the origins of the arcane art."

"No need to chase after them."

Lin Mo leaned back in his seat and closed his eyes.

"Everyone is dead."

Qin Lan was completely stunned.

"...Are they all dead?"

"Yeah, I killed them all."

How many people?

"One fifth-tier player, dozens of fourth-tier players, and a bunch of newbies."

Qin Lan's eyes widened.

Although you can't use skills in the Bloodline Secret Realm, your basic attributes are still there!

Could it be that Lin Mo's base attributes have already surpassed those of a fifth-tier character?

Lin Mo knew what she was thinking and extended the ring on his hand.

"A summoning ring dropped in the second job advancement dungeon."

"Holy crap! That's awesome!!"

Qin Lan didn't know what to say anymore. After holding it in for a long time, she finally managed to utter these few words.

Upon hearing the news, Shen Yunshang rushed over and was completely stunned after learning what had happened.

The Lin family patriarch, upon learning that he had sacrificed 10 members of his clan, had received this unexpected result…

He'd probably vomit three liters of blood and die of anger on the spot!