As he finished speaking, Zhuo Qianjun fiercely stamped on the ground, and the spot where he stood imdiately cracked open extensively.
Then, with a fixed gaze, he was already in front of Lin Mo.
He raised his hand and threw a punch straight at Lin Mo.
As for the five-foot longsword he wore on his back, he did not draw it for attack; in his view, killing Lin Mo didn't require it.
The montum of this punch was like the collapse of Mount Taishan and the falling of the sun and moon.
Even a Martial Arts Grandmaster might have been smashed into pieces and left bleeding profusely by this punch.
But Lin Mo appeared rather indifferent, as if he harbored no fear of Zhuo Qianjun's punch, his icy face retaining its initial calm.
Seeing this, Zhong Tianfu's face suddenly sneered coldly, "This kid is so arrogantly confident, he has no idea who he's really up against, and how powerful they are. He'll surely regret it imnsely once he's in Hell!"
Zhong Yuchen's face was filled with excitent; he couldn't wish more for Lin Mo to die. Lin Mo was so young, but outdid him in every aspect, making him almost insane with envy.
The next second, Zhuo Qianjun's punch thunderously hit Lin Mo's body.
With a boom that resounded like thunder, piercingly loud, the force of the punch even caused a large hole to appear in the wall behind Lin Mo.
The corners of Zhuo Qianjun's mouth curled up cruelly, his subconscious convincing him that Lin Mo was undoubtedly going to die under this punch.
However, the expected image of Lin Mo's internal organs bursting and him dying from vomiting blood did not occur.
Subconsciously, Zhuo Qianjun looked up, his expression instantly solidifying on his face.
"How is this possible?"
Shock waves surged through Zhuo Qianjun's heart, and both Zhong Tianfu and Zhong Yuchen were stunned beyond asure, for not a single wound was on Lin Mo's body, not even a speck of dust.
Zhuo Qianjun prided himself on the ferocity of that punch, which even a Great Grandmaster of the sa realm wouldn't dare to recklessly receive, let alone erge unscathed like Lin Mo did!
What shocked him the most was that this youth in front of him was only about seventeen or eighteen years old. Since when did a Martial Arts Master of such a young age possess such heaven-defying strength?
"Is this all the strength you have? If you put forth all your power, I might be more interested in playing with you for a while," Lin Mo said, one hand casually tucked in his pocket, his tone dismissive and cold.
"Boy, you truly are insolent to the extre. I, Zhuo Qianjun, admit that for your age, possessing such heaven-defying strength is indeed comndable."
"However, you are far too self-centered and arrogant. Today, since you wish so much for death, I, Zhuo Qianjun, will oblige you!"
With that, Zhuo Qianjun drew the five-foot longsword from behind his back. As the longsword was unsheathed, its cold light was captivating, making the entire air suddenly turn bitter cold!
"This sword is nad 'Blood Blade', personally forged by my master. Combined with the Sword Dao I've cultivated, even a Martial Venerate would have to keep a respectful distance."
Yet, Lin Mo looked at him with utter boredom and said lightly,
"You talk too much!"
"Kid, I want you dead!"
Completely enraged, Zhuo Qianjun stomped on the ground, leaping more than half a zhang high, his Blood Blade slashing down like lightning.
Where the sword light passed, sparks exploded, and the air seed to ignite; this sword light was many tis stronger than that punch from before.
Lin Mo's expression remained unchanged, as he simply raised his palm slightly and waved it gently.
The sword light t Lin Mo's Hand Power, and instantly it looked as though the surroundings had been through a violent explosion, shattering the tables and chairs in the hall to pieces in the blink of an eye.
Zhuo Qianjun's eyes shook; his full-powered strike was easily neutralized by just a raise of Lin Mo's palm.
"Do you have any other trump cards? If not, you may go ahead and die," Lin Mo said with an indifferent face.
"Impudent brat, curb your arrogance!"
"Since you've forced to my ultimate move, then brace yourself to be shattered to pieces!"
No sooner had he spoken than the Blood Blade in Zhuo Qianjun's hands flickered like an illusion, the surroundings turning chaotic as if doomsday had arrived.
The edge of the Blood Blade was many tis more powerful than the previous two strikes.
"Sword Swinging Nine Heavens!"
Zhuo Qianjun bellowed, the longsword slicing through the air suddenly. Instead of using sword light to attack Lin Mo as before, he aid the Blood Blade's body directly at Lin Mo.
The power of this sword made the entire villa shake on the verge of collapse, and even the sky outside suddenly changed color; a single sword seed to convey the power to sever hundreds of li of rivers and create kiloter-high waves.
Endless blinding sword light completely locked onto Lin Mo, determined to decapitate him.
"Mr. Lin! Dodge quickly!"
Lu Haotian and Long San's expressions changed dramatically, and they could almost feel the power of the longsword, which could annihilate everything.
The sinister smiles on Zhong Tianfu's and Zhong Yuchen's faces were almost reaching their peaks.
This kid is done for!
Looking at Lin Mo again, he stood still, not moving a muscle!
It was as if he hadn't heard Lu Haotian's and Long San's warnings at all.
His expression remained as still as calm water.
It wasn't until the Blood Blade was almost completely upon him that Lin Mo finally lifted his cold eyes and said with a faint huff,
"Is this your trump card? Didn't expect it to be so easy to defeat!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Lin Mo moved like lightning, easily blocking Zhuo Qianjun's attack with his foot. Not only that, he directly kicked and broke his Blood Blade, and then, his foot landed accurately on Zhuo Qianjun's chest.
With a loud bang, Zhuo Qianjun's body, as if pierced by a cannonball, was enveloped in a blood fog; his pupils dilated in disbelief.
He, a top fighter ranked twenty-first on the Emperor List, was kicked to death by this seventeen or eighteen-year-old boy!
Thud, thud.
Zhong Tianfu and Zhong Yuchen both turned pale as snow, as if they had suddenly fallen into an ice hole.
Now that Zhuo Qianjun, ranked twenty-first on the Emperor List, was killed by Lin Mo, did they still have a chance to escape?
Lin Mo now appeared as a devil, a Heavenly God in their eyes!
The only thing they could do was beg for rcy with all their might:
"Please spare us, Mr. Lin!"
"Spare us, we were blind and failed to recognize Taishan, daring to oppose Mr. Lin."
"We... We promise, we will never harbor any thoughts of revenge against Mr. Lin, please, spare our lives for being less than ants!"
In their extre despair and pleading, they never imagined that Lin Mo would nod his head: "You may."
The two were overjoyed: "Thank you, Mr. Lin... Thank you, Mr. Lin."
"But in the next life."
"What... What?"
Their eyes filled with terror in an instant, and flas broke out on their bodies without any external source, growing more intense by the second.
What terrified them to the bone was that the fire was penetrating their marrow, their souls, yet they couldn't die.
"Ahhhhhhhh..."
This tornt, like the tornts of hell, made their wills collapse, their pain unbearable, life worse than death.
Sitting in the back seat of the Rolls-Royce parked at the gates of the Zhong Family, Lin Mo flicked the cigarette butt in his hand towards the Zhong Family villa.
Boom!
The next second, the entire Zhong Family villa exploded as if hit by a missile, engulfed in flas soaring to the skies, instantly reduced to nothing.
As for the properties under the na of the Zhong Family, they were left for Long San and Lu Haotian to take over.
Just leaving the villa area, Lu Haotian inside the car had a somber expression:
"Mr. Lin, by wiping out the Zhong Family, I fear the Imperial Capital Zhong Family won't let you off easily."
"Mr. Lin, this Zhong Family is one thing, but do you know what Zhuo Qianjun was all about?"
"What about it?"
"That Zhuo Qianjun was the one and only disciple of the Sword Saint Yuan Qingtian. Now that you killed Zhuo Qianjun, Yuan Qingtian will not let you go."
"It is said that Yuan Qingtian could kill a person within ten steps and leave no trace over a thousand miles, a supre fighter ranked ninth on the Emperor List, whose martial power has even stepped into the Martial Venerate Realm."
"So what? I regard him as insignificant! If he knows what's good for him, he'll hold back! If he doesn't, I don't mind wiping him out as well!"
Lin Mo spoke with cold, domineering authority.
That deanor, like a Monarch of the Nine Heavens, an unparalleled Heavenly God, made Lu Haotian and Long San both tremble all over, not daring to utter another word.
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