Chapter 302: Nine Yang Burning Heaven Art, Annihilating the Four Nations Alliance!

On the cliff edge.

Wild winds whipped at Lin Mo's stray hairs.

He sat astride Da Bai's back.

Facing the farce below—blaming others, kneeling in supplication.

He was speechless.

"So noisy."

Lin Mo spoke calmly.

"Enough, stop pretending."

"I already gave you a chance to surrender."

"But…"

Lin Mo shook his head.

"I gave you the chance, but you still proved useless."

"Only when I came to your door, only when you saw the coffin, did you finally think to cry?"

"Too late."

Hearing Lin Mo's words,

Wu Kelin, Su Xiluo, Song Pa, and others turned ashen white.

"No! Lord Lin Mo! Please…"

Lin Mo ignored their wailing.

"Xiao Huo, it's your turn."

In the skill bar,

【"Fireball Spell" went berserk.】

【"Yes, my greatest master!!!"】

【"I've been waiting for this!!!"】

The moment he spoke,

Ruan Wen was still trying to rally the others' morale.

"Don't listen to that Dragon Country man's witchcraft!"

"Get up, all of you! Eighty men—what are you afraid of, one guy?"

Before he finished speaking,

BOOM—!!

Between heaven and earth,

The temperature of the entire basin skyrocketed.

Everyone snapped their heads upward, staring at the sky.

The once gray sky now burned as if ignited.

Vast clouds of fire, like rolling lava, dyed the entire sky crimson.

Deep within those thick fire clouds,

One.

Two.

Three…

Nine suns slowly emerged.

Nine Suns in the Heavens!

"What… what is this?"

Ruan Wen froze.

"A natural disaster of the Ten Thousand Nations Battlefield?!"

Wu Kelin lay on the ground.

He was utterly hopeless now.

"A natural disaster? That's that Dragon Country man's skill…"

Skill?

Ruan Wen turned to Wu Kelin, face filled with disbelief.

Impossible!

This is absolutely impossible!

We're all eighteen-year-old students!

He just unleashed that terrifying lightning spear!

How could he possibly cast another skill this terrifying right after?

And this one looks even more terrifying than the last!

Song Pa knelt on the ground.

He regretted it.

He truly regretted it.

Why did we provoke the Dragon Country?

If we'd surrendered at once, maybe we could've saved our lives…

Now…

With this scene, there's nowhere to run…

As he pondered,

The nine suns fell like meteors.

"No—!!!"

Ruan Wen let out his final scream.

The next second,

Extreme explosion and blinding white light consumed everything.

Nine Suns cleanse the earth.

No doubt whatsoever.

The eighty prodigies of the Four Nations Alliance were instantly vaporized.

BOOMBOOMBOOMBOOM—!!!

A furious firestorm swept across kilometers.

The massive basin melted instantly under the nine suns' bombardment.

The surrounding mountains were blown flat!

The entire terrain was erased!

Long after,

The flames gradually faded.

The former valley basin was now a massive pit, dozens of meters deep.

At the bottom, crimson lava flowed slowly.

The Four Nations Alliance—completely annihilated.

…

Lin Mo rode on Da Bai's back.

A gentle breeze carried a wave of scorching heat.

In the skill bar,

【"Earth Shield Spell" popped up, cheering.】

【"Big bro, awesome!!!"】

【"Big bro, so cool!!!"】

【"This move is invincible!! Under big bro's nine suns, not even a speck of ash remained!"】

【"Big bro is literally a god!"】

Hearing Xiao Tu's wild praise,

【"Fireball Spell" raised its flame high, utterly triumphant.】

【"Hmph, of course!"】

【"I am destined to become a forbidden spell!"】

【"Do these dozens of ants even deserve to bark before me?"】

【"This Nine Yang Burning Heaven Art? Just the tip of my power!"】

Watching Xiao Huo's arrogant, overbearing demeanor,

【"Ice Spike Spell" couldn't hold back.】

【"Heh, look who's full of himself."】

【"Just wiping out a bunch of ants—why make such a huge scene?"】

【"Making such a mess—what if you accidentally hurt the master?"】

"True killing should be silent and effortless, like how I take lives."

"Elegance, do you understand?"

Saying this,

"Ice Spike" adopted a sweet, melodic voice.

"Master~"

"Let me handle the next one, okay~"

"I promise to eliminate them cleanly, without making such a racket to disturb you~"

"Won't you agree, Master~?"

Hearing Xiao Bing's words,

"Fireball" instantly bristled with rage.

"Bullshit!"

"You don't know a damn thing!"

"Combat must be grand and spectacular!"

"It must have explosions! It must have impact!"

"Only this kind of world-shattering visual impact can utterly shatter the enemy's psychological defenses!"

"Only then can my invincible majesty be displayed!"

"Silent killing? That's what rats do!"

"A mage must bring grand, spectacular destruction!"

Facing Xiao Huo's rebuttal,

"Ice Spike" refused to yield.

"Why must a mage always be grand?"

"Did you set that rule?"

"I believe a true mage should be noble! Elegant!"

"With a mere wave of the hand, silently take the enemy's life!"

"Not even a drop of blood or speck of dust should stain your robes!"

"This is the pinnacle of spellcraft! You don't understand a thing!"

Listening to Xiao Bing's rebuttal,

"Fireball" grew frantic, its flames flaring wildly.

"You're full of shit!"

"A mage must embody ultimate destruction!"

"Earth Shield" watched its eldest brother and fourth sister argue.

It seemed torn.

Both sides sounded reasonable.

"Earth Shield" gazed hopefully at its master.

"Master, what do you think?"

Lin Mo shook his head.

"Enough, enough. Quiet down."

"Xiao Huo is right."

"A mage's grand spectacle has its own thrill."

"Against these clumping pests, overwhelming firepower is indeed the most satisfying and shocking approach."

Hearing their master's approval,

"Fireball" proudly flickered its flames and snorted.

Then, Lin Mo changed tone.

"But."

"Xiao Bing is also right."

"Silent, instantaneous kills are an art—a kind of... beauty."

Lin Mo patted Da Bai's neck.

"In short, you're both right."

"Some mages seek ultimate violence; others seek ultimate beauty."

"What's there to argue about?"

Hearing their master say this,

Xiao Huo and Xiao Bing fell silent.

Lin Mo's lips curled slightly.

Good—he wanted both ultimate violence and ultimate beauty.

Then,

He gazed down at the deep pit below.

A dense swarm of golden orbs blinded the eyes.

Eighty legendary unique weapons!

Twice as many as when he wiped out the Yamato and Indian teams before!

"Amazing..."

Lin Mo sighed.

Kill, burn, wear gold belts—the ancients didn't lie.

Yet,

Above the spot where the Destruction Dragon died, a red glow still floated.

Lin Mo stared at it.

Clearly, that was the Divine Forge Stone!

He patted Da Bai's furry back.

"Let's go."

"Xiao Lei, go collect the loot!"