The Rebirth of an Immortal Cultivator
Chapter 101: The Battle of the Taiwan Strait
"Should I attack them directly?" Mo Lian felt a little doubtful about what she saw. The people who were on the deck of that ship were the Black World Organization or not. But as he recalled the information he had seen from one of the Elders of Wu-Sheng, he no longer felt any doubt.
Mo Lian smacked her fist towards one of the ships without using any spiritual energy. With the speed of the blow, of course, the impact resulting from friction between the surrounding air cannot be underestimated.
Wush! Bang out!
The high pressure air shot out like a spear. Then there was a deafening loud bang as his attack hit the ship, along with the wind blowing making a high wave.
"It doesn't work. It seems that I was holding back too much from thinking about the lives of the people in the harbor," Mo Lian said, looking at the white smoke blocking the view, as the smoke disappeared, looking at a protective wall in layers in a circle.
The people standing on the deck of the ship jumped up high and flew into the high sky that was aligned with it. The number that floated in the sky was as many as 100 people, they were Wu-Dan level Fighters.
"Where are you guys from? Do you mean to block our way?" asked one of them, the man was an adult man with an age of 25. The man wore a white shirt with long black pants, then wore a black suit that hung over his shoulder.
"What are you asking? They are only seventeen, we have the number of yang—" said the middle-aged man who stopped.
"Whisper!" Mo Lian again smacked her fist at the air in front of her. This time he used 20% of his physical strength, unlike before which was only 3%.
High-pressure air created like never before is only focused on one point. This time the air shot out a little wide, the air was pointed at the 100 Wu-Dan in front of him, making most of them explode into pieces of burnt flesh.
This incident was very quick, leaving the remaining Wu-Dan unaware of what was happening. This was an extremely powerful attack despite relying only on the physical body, even people who did not enter the range of the attack were also exposed to its effects just from the gust of wind alone.
"Ba-How could it be, twenty of us should be able to defeat Wu-Sheng. Ta-but, how," said the neatly-tuned young man, seemingly in disbelief at what he saw.
Mo Lian simply silently did not reply, then again smacked her fists at the empty air in front, making the remaining 20 Wu-Dan tremble in fear trying to escape. But Mo Lian's attack speed was higher, as a result of which the 20 Wu-Dan simply died without sparing his corpse.
Mo Lian glanced back at the dozens of people who had already finished meditating. "Let's go, I'll go to the bigger ship, and in there their Chief is sitting. In the other four ships were only the Intermediate stage Wu-Zong until the Early stage Wu-Dan."
He pressed his feet on the footing under his feet, then darted away towards the ship that had a length of 50 meters. Mo Lian landed very hard on the deck of the ship. When he landed, the rear of the ship was slightly raised because it was not strong enough to withstand the load in front.
"Dead!" Mo Lian again hit the air in front of him. This time he wanted to kill all the members of the Black World Organization quickly without playing around like when fighting in front of the Heiqiu Company.
On this ship alone there were almost all the higher-ups of the Black World Organization who cultivated above the Divine Sea Phase, or Wu-Dan.
When he hit his fist, just like before, the air in front of him shot sharply forward, leaving the top of the ship shattered and revealing the cabin of the ship.
At that very moment from inside the ship came out dozens of people and floated several tens of meters above sea level. Those people had a cultivation that had almost broken through the Silver Core realm to the Golden Core.
"Young man! What do you mean by attacking our ship? Are we wrong with you?" asked the young man with long white hair, wearing traditional Chinese colored clothes in harmony with his hair.
"You're not wrong with him. But what about me?"
There was a sound echoing in the sky higher than the dozens of Black World Organization members flying.
All members of the Black World Organization turned their attention to the source of the vote. It looked like a black-haired young man wearing traditional Chinese clothing was black, with a red robe covering him.
"Wu Yengtu!" The white-haired young man stared intently at the red-robed man.
The tang? Mo Lian opened her mouth when she heard that name. With this he was bewitching why the bald man he killed used to say that behind the Tang Family there was a strong person. Then this was the reason why the Tang Family disappeared.
Indeed, he had thought that the disappearance of the Tang Family was related to the Black World Organization. But never expected if the Tang Family was the leader of the Black World Organization itself.
"Wu Yengtu! I'll deal with you later. Right now I'm going to kill him!" Tang Xuan stared intently at Wu Yengtu, then turned her gaze to Mo Lian.
Tang Xuan shot towards Mo Lian like an arrow. He pulled his right hand behind his back to take a swing to hit. Then he smacked it hard in front of Mo Lian when it was only a few meters away.
Yet just as Tang Xuan had just slapped her fist, suddenly in front of her was already standing Wu Yengtu with an open palm catching her punch.
Bang out!
Loud thumping sounded with gusts of strong wind, making waves churn and sinking small ships. Even the huge waves also continued to move up to the edge of the harbor, making a small tsunami four meters high.
But not to worry, at the port was already guarded by hundreds of Wu-Zong who could withstand the waves of the sea.
Tang Xuan widened her eyes wide when she saw Wu Yengtu already standing in front of her and caught her punch. "Ba- How. Your strength is equal to mine ..."
Wu Yengtu simply kept silent not replying to Tang Xuan's words, he pulled his hand which clasped Tang Xuan's fist. Then he swung it and slammed Tang Xuan's body to the surface of the sea.
On the other side. Mo Lian floated slowly parallel to the dozens of Fighters in front of him. Their numbers were 30 Wu-Dan, 50 Half Wu-Sheng, 30 Early stage Wu-Sheng, and 10 Intermediate stage Wu-Sheng.
The middle-aged man in front of Mo Lian turned his head looking around. The middle-aged man clenched both his hands while gritting his teeth in annoyance. "Did you kill my son? Tang Zhao?"
"Yes!" Mo Lian answered her briefly and firmly without showing any change in her facial expression.
The middle-aged man's face hardened with his neck veins tightening, with a blackened face explaining anger. "Saw****! Cut off one hand and your leg, then I'll spare you the—"
Duarr!
The middle-aged man's body exploded even before it had time to finish its words, leaving the people around in horror at what was happening. Then all the other fights that were on different ships also came to a halt when there was a very loud explosive sound.
"I hate it the most if anyone says they will forgive me" Mo Lian said softly, but her voice could be heard in everyone's ears.
Mo Lian killed the middle-aged man herself by kicking the air in front of her at full force. As a result, not only was Tang Zhao's father killed, but 30 Wu-Dan with the other 50 Half Wu-Sheng, then several Wu-Sheng who were severely injured despite standing quite a distance away.
"Ka-Ka-What level are you at? Wh- Are you on the new level? Higher than the Chairman?"
Mo Lian raised her next to her eyebrows. "I? Equated with him? Isn't this an insult."
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