"Lin Mo, do you really want to be at war with the Murong Family until death?"
Murong Chongtian stared at Lin Mo, his eyes filled with murderous intent, yet his pupils revealed seriousness.
Lin Mo's expression was cold as he said indifferently, "Until death? Your Murong Family doesn't qualify for that! You only qualify to be annihilated by me!"
"Ha ha ha ha...how arrogant!!"
"Arrogant? I gave you a chance once, but unfortunately, you old dog didn't cherish it."
"Hmph, what a big joke. Do you think I, the Family Head of the Murong Family, should kneel to you, the Lin Family's Young Master, and your Lin Family? Dream on! I, Murong Chongtian, will never kneel to you and your Lin Family!"
Murong Chongtian snorted coldly, his gaze still somewhat proud; even if the Eight Elders of the Murong Family had died, Murong Chongtian was not willing to submit.
Lin Mo glanced at him and sneered, "Murong Old Dog, how fitting! Today, I will slaughter everyone from your Murong Family!"
Lin Mo's voice was overbearingly cold, and his deep eyes were filled with endless icy murderous intent.
The descendants of the Murong Family present trembled, unable to help but step back.
Lin Mo continued to stride forward, his gaze fixed on Murong Chongtian, and he said coldly, "Since you so wish for them to die, I shall grant your wish."
At the sound of his voice, Lin Mo's killing intent soared, as if he were the supreme ruler of all realms.
Bang, bang, bang!!
The next moment, to everyone's surprise, the bodies of those Murong Family descendants standing next to Murong Chongtian exploded without warning, their flesh and blood scattering across the sky.
Seeing this, everyone present was dumbfounded.
Now, with the Eight Elders of the Murong Family dead and countless descendants killed or injured, Murong Chongtian still showed no sign of submission.
Everyone was somewhat surprised; did Murong Chongtian still have some trump card up his sleeve?
Wherever Lin Mo went, blood was pervasive, and as for those Murong Family descendants who ran away in terror as if they had seen Asura, Lin Mo couldn't be bothered to chase after them.
The descendants of other families who were watching from not far away were all trembling, knowing that such a scene had not been seen in the Imperial City for hundreds of years.
At this time, Murong Chongtian's gaze had already become so gloomy that it could massacre everything, as he said in a chilly and piercing voice:
"Lin Mo, you madman, you've killed so many descendants and elders of my Murong Family, I, Murong Chongtian, will never share the sky with you. Do you think by killing so many people, you are invincible?"
"The true strong ones hide in plain sight; what you've seen is merely a drop in the ocean."
With that, Murong Chongtian's aura abruptly soared sky-high, his demeanor and presence undergoing an earth-shattering change.
In that instant, Murong Chongtian seemed like a Golden Immortal descending to the mortal world, his whole body enveloped in a heaven-shaking light, as if he came from the Immortal Realm.
"What...what is happening?"
"Ma...Martial Saint!!! Oh my God, am I seeing this right?"
"How is that possible? Becoming a Martial Saint requires an incredibly rare cultivation talent and endless years to even have a chance to step into."
Everyone's pupils suddenly constricted. What did being a Martial Saint mean? Everyone below Martial Venerate were ants, but even the peak Martial Venerates, faced with a Martial Saint, wouldn't have a chance to retaliate.
Countless shocked voices rose, but Lin Mo's expression remained indifferent as water. Looking at Murong Chongtian, he said lightly, "Old dog, you've hidden deeply."
"Ha ha ha...Lin Mo, you brat, now that you know I'm a Martial Saint, won't you kneel down and die?"
Murong Chongtian's expression was extremely smug, his eyes looking down on the world, his whole body bearing an incomparable suppression.
"Half-step Martial Saint, is that something to be so arrogant about?" Lin Mo's starry eyes barely glanced at Murong Chongtian, his lips curling into a mocking sneer. In his eyes, this Half-step Martial Saint Murong Chongtian couldn't ruffle a single wave.
"Rascal, your arrogance knows no bounds. Even though I'm only a Half-step Martial Saint, killing you is still extremely easy. Do you know, even High-level Martial Venerates and Peak Martial Venerates are like ants compared to those who have stepped into the Martial Saint Realm!" Murong Chongtian snorted coldly, his gaze filled with pride, his aura as if it could crush heaven and earth, roaring to cover the skies.
"What of a Half-step Martial Saint? I slaughter you like a dog!"
"You arrogant thief, die!"
Murong Chongtian, furiously roaring, stepped into the heavens, punching towards Lin Mo, his fist imprint engulfing the heavens, oppressing the earth.
Boom!!
The punch mark, like the Nine Heavens Hammer falling from the azure sky, instantly tore apart half of the sky.
That punch mark, as if penetrating heaven and earth, made many feel as though the apocalypse had descended. Numerous individuals retreated hundreds of meters away, not daring to get any closer.
However, Lin Mo, enveloped by the punch mark cast by the Half-step Martial Saint, appeared extremely composed.
But at this sight, whether it was Xia Mengdie, Ma Jianlin, Lu Haotian, Long San, or Hong Gang, all felt their hearts leap to their throats.
In this monumental battle, they could only watch helplessly, filled with horror and concern, yet unable to do anything.
At that moment, Lin Mo coldly spat out a faint voice, "Trash!"
"Hmph, this old man wants to see just how strong you are!" Murong Chongtian snorted coldly, his aura of slaughter and suppression stacking on top of that punch mark.
In an instant, a storm capable of destroying the cosmos completely enveloped Lin Mo, rushing towards the top of his skull.
Swoosh!
In the same second, Lin Mo's figure moved, as fast as a thunderbolt's shadow, and in the blink of an eye, Lin Mo's figure had reached the void, his hand fiercely uplifting as a handprint soared into the sky.
Boom!!
The collision of fist and handprint shook the winds fiercely, as if the sky itself were shattered, like a chaotic magnetic field—countless spacial turbulences and black holes intertwined together, just like a nuclear explosion, the bright moonlight was completely engulfed in that instant.
After a brief two to three seconds, Lin Mo's figure steadily landed on the ground.
Puff!
High above, Murong Chongtian spat out blood violently, his figure falling from the sky like a parabola and smashing heavily onto the ground.
In an instant, the ground collapsed into a massive pit tens of meters deep, dust flying wildly.
The moment Murong Chongtian's figure leaped up from the pit, he was soaked in blood like a blood-soaked man, his expression extremely dismal. His face contorted in ferocity and unresolved anger, "Why... why are you so strong!!"
"For a trash like you, you're not qualified to know," Lin Mo stated indifferently, hands behind his back, his voice light.
"Scoundrel, even if I, Murong Chongtian, die today, I must kill you by my own hands!!"
"Nine Nether Blood Demon Technique! To my body!!"
Murong Chongtian's eyes turned endlessly blood-red, his body overwhelmed with a towering Demonic Qi.
His expression was as terrifying as a devil from hell, "It's time for your sacrifice, lend me your strength!"
In an instant, feeling that blood-colored aura from Murong Chongtian like a Nine Nether Asura, the people from the families were completely terrified and started scrambling toward the exterior of Murong Manor.
"Still trying to escape? You can only be my sacrifices! Help me slay this boy!"
Murong Chongtian's eyes were demonic, his body filled with a hellish hostility.
Puff puff puff!!
In an instant, the sounds of blood spraying and flesh bursting echoed; blood from all directions surged towards Murong Chongtian's location, resembling the Asura hell from ancient battlefields.
"Ah ah ah, spare our lives!!"
"Release us!"
"I don't want to die!"
Endless woeful screams and cries continually echoed, the family members utterly terrified.
At this moment, they finally realized one thing—Murong Chongtian was the real devil!!
Lin Mo watched all this indifferently, his expression unchanging, his palm slightly lifted—a towering aura directly enveloped the entrance where Xia Mengdie, Ma Jianlin, Lu Haotian, Hong Gang, and the other accompanying family members stood.
Puff puff puff...
Murong Chongtian's Nine Nether Blood Demon Technique continued to be executed; in an instant, hundreds of people died tragically, their blood flowing like torrents toward Murong Chongtian, leaving no bones behind, and the entire Murong Manor turned completely into a mortal Blood Prison.
Standing hundreds of meters behind Lin Mo, Xia Mengdie and others had chilling expressions. If not for Lin Mo, their fate was easily imaginable.
Murong Chongtian's Nine Nether Blood Demon Technique had already achieved great success, but Lin Mo remained emotionally cold, standing immovable, his expression unchanged.
(The excitement continues tomorrow, and by the way, a plea for recommendation tickets, thanks to all readers for their continued support, thank you.)