489: C489 Shiming

C489 Shiming

Battle qi out of the body! Seventh Order!

When the ancient great lord saw this scene, he could not help but exclaim in his heart.

No wonder the five of them were unable to defeat Lin Mo.

His cultivation was actually at the seventh step at this age!

The ancient big brother watched Lin Mo's back as he entered the training hall, the wariness in his eyes becoming increasingly strong.

To have such a high cultivation base at this age …

Or perhaps it was something that a noble young master of a certain family had spent countless amounts of money to purchase treasures of heaven and earth.

Or some old fart in disguise.

Either way, the slum was hard to deal with.

As long as they formed a conflict today, it would definitely be difficult to deal with in the future.

Unless... Today, this hidden danger to their safety was completely resolved.

A trace of ruthlessness flashed through the ancient eyes as it quickly turned around and left.

At this moment, Lin Mo had already entered the training hall and was completely oblivious to the great change in the ancient expression. He was examining the situation within with great interest.

It seemed that this place had once been a real training hall.

Although it appeared to be dilapidated, it was not completely abandoned as there were people using it all the time.

The training hall was huge, about the size of half a football field.

Inside, there were dozens of youngsters, both bare-chested and practicing. Just now, they were the ones who had caused the noise of Lin Mo's roars and the sound of him hitting the ground.

Many of them had wounds on their bodies, and some were even bleeding. It seemed that their drills were truly 'combat drills'.

Upon seeing Lin Mo walk in, everyone stopped what they were doing. Their eyes were glued to Lin Mo as they followed his footsteps.

The gazes of these people were like that of hungry wolves. Even Lin Mo admired their eyes.

At the end of the training hall was a huge stone throne. The craftsmanship was very rough, but it didn't seem to lose any of its dominance.

On the throne, a thin man was sitting with his eyes closed and his arms crossed.

Lin Mo completely ignored the gazes of the surrounding people as he walked towards that man with light steps.

The more he walked in, the more Lin Mo was able to clearly see this man's appearance.

It was tragic!

This was the first impression Lin Mo left after he clearly saw his appearance.

A vicious scar extended from his forehead all the way to his left ear.

Lin Mo could tell at a glance that this was a sword wound. Moreover, looking at the depth of this scar, it was likely that his left eye had long since failed to protect him.

He wore an open sleeveless vest on his upper body, and his chest and abdomen were filled with countless knife scars. Some of the knife scars were already stacked together, obviously left behind from his injuries.

The purplish red burn scar extended from his left shoulder all the way to his chest.

Aside from the good skin on his right shoulder, the rest of his body was covered in wounds.2

His lower left leg was completely gone, replaced by a rough fake leg made of iron.

This was the first time that Lin Mo had seen such a tragic injury ever since he came to this world.

If it wasn't for the fact that he looked to be in his thirties, Lin Mo would have suspected that he was a veteran of the Beast Race that retired a few hundred years ago.

Lin Mo walked in front of the throne and stood still. Only then did the man open his eyes. Sure enough, his left eye was also fake.

"Bright."

The man spoke softly. His voice was deep and magnetic, and was extremely pleasing to the ear. The only pity was that it didn't match with his ruined appearance, causing others to feel a strong contrast.

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