Ji Haidan and Yan Chengxue both frowned as well, "The speaker is a friend of Master Feng, they still don't know what his name is yet."
Lin Mo said this and stood in the front, his gaze ice cold as he looked at the opponents.
"Who is he?" Ji Tianyuan frowned deeply, "In such a situation, an unknown youth dares to interrupt?"
Ji Haidan frowned and spoke softly, "He seems to be a friend of Master Feng, but I still don't know his name."
"If you don't want to die, tell me now where the headquarters of the Ghost Witch Sect is," Lin Mo said.
The female interpreter looked at Yan Guming, unsure whether she should translate for the others.
Peng Cai and an elder from the Ghost Witch Sect also frowned, obviously not understanding what Lin Mo was saying.
"Young man, sit down quickly. These people are not to be trifounded with," Ji Tianyuan said anxiously.
These warlords were the type to kill at the slightest provocation, certainly no saints.
"Master Feng, quickly tell your friend to shut up. If trouble starts, no one will help him," Ji Haidan scolded as she looked at Lin Mo with some irritation.
But Master Feng seemed relaxed and carefree, shaking his head as he said, "Miss Ji, rest assured, Mr. Lin is a big shot, why would he be afraid of them."
Hearing Master Feng's words, people were even more confused. This youth was roughly the same age as Ji Tianyuan and Yan Chengxue; how could he be a big shot?
Moreover, even if he was a big shot, this was a foreign land where guns and armies were involved. Your status simply doesn't matter here.
However, Peng Cai and the elder from the Ghost Witch Sect's faces changed simultaneously, then they stared at Lin Mo.
Lin Mo, although speaking in Huaxia, had already transmitted his words to the two via Divine Sense; the two had understood him long ago.
The surrounding soldiers immediately aimed their loaded guns at Lin Mo.
"Who are you, and how do you know about the Ghost Witch Sect?" the elder from the Ghost Witch Sect asked, staring at Lin Mo, yet found no trace of mana fluctuations on him, as if he were just an ordinary person.
Lin Mo formed a spell with his fingers, hid his appearance, and revealed his true identity.
A handsome face with a hint of sunniness appeared before everyone, his slightly long hair swaying across his forehead.
"Is it you, the one who killed Moso?" Peng Cai suddenly called out; Lin Mo had wiped out Moso's army, and the entire military community in Myanmar knew and had plastered Lin Mo's portrait all over the cities.
"How… how did you come out of the Death Forest? Isn't it rumored that once you enter, you can never leave?" the elder from the Ghost Witch Sect similarly showed a look of horror.
Not even the Witch King dared to venture deep into that place; how could he have come out?
The Myanmar military and the people from the Ghost Witch Sect thought Lin Mo had died in the Death Forest, but unexpectedly, half a month later, Lin Mo appeared.
However, this was something only the Ghost Witch Sect and the Myanmar warlords knew; to businessmen like Yan Guming and Ji Tianyuan, it was not known, but seeing Lin Mo's face and matching it with the recent city-wide posters, they immediately realized.
"Die!"
Peng Cai suddenly pulled the trigger.
The bullet fired out with a bang, but it was stopped a foot in front of Lin Mo by an invisible barrier, suspended in mid-air.
Ji Haidan and Yan Chengxue were shocked beyond measure!
"Since you're not cooperating, I won't show any mercy," Lin Mo said as he flicked his finger, and the bullet instantly shot back, piercing through Peng Cai's brow, leaving a bloody hole.
Seeing Lin Mo kill Peng Cai, Ji Tianyuan, Yan Guming, Ji Haidan, Yan Chengxue, along with the interpreter and the lawyer were all stunned at the same time.
They hadn't expected Lin Mo to actually kill someone just like that, especially a local warlord who had an army of thousands and various weapons at his disposal.
What was supposed to be a simple negotiation had unexpectedly turned into such a complicated mess.
As for the other soldiers, they had no time to react before they all fell to the ground.
"Are you the one who killed Gongyang Zhi?" An elder of the Ghost Witch Sect in a black robe finally reacted.
"What do you think?"
Lin Mo cast a golden spell, instantly knocking the elder away. He fell to the ground, clutching his chest, a line of strikingly bright blood spilling from the corner of his mouth.
"Where is the headquarters of your Ghost Witch Sect?" Cold light flashed in Lin Mo's eyes as he spoke.
"I will not tell you," the elder said stubbornly, clutching his chest, his face pale.
"If you don't tell me, are you not afraid that I'll extract your soul and use the Soul Searching Technique? If I do, your soul will endure great pain and might even shatter," Lin Mo said indifferently.
Hearing Lin Mo's words, the elder's expression finally changed.
As he hesitated, suddenly a whistling sound came from outside, and several powerful forces were quickly approaching the hotel.
Among them was a force so strong that even Lin Mo was surprised by its power.
"It seems I won't need to find the people from the Ghost Witch Sect myself."
Lin Mo slightly furrowed his brows.
Similarly, everyone in the hotel felt a sudden drop in temperature, and the sky outside turned dark, casting a sinister aura over the entire building.
Master Feng's face changed slightly, "Could it be the Witch King has come?"
Ji Tianyuan, Yan Guming, Ji Haidan, and Yan Chengxue also turned as pale as paper. Ordinary people had never seen such a scene.
Lin Mo slapped the Ghost Witch Sect elder away, then rapidly turned and headed towards the door.
Outside in the sky above the hotel floated several elders in black robes, each enshrouded in black mist. Among them, the elder in the center radiated the most powerful aura, evidently an Advanced Martial God.
"Are you Lin Mo?"
The strongest elder at the forefront spoke, his voice ancient as if weathered by time, carrying an indescribable sensation.
The elder's skin was as dry as bark, his eyes glowed green, and his body emanated a formidable power that commanded awe.
Above these men, black clouds gathered densely, as if the apocalypse was nigh.
The people of the small town had long since scattered in fear, some even kneeling on the ground in worship, treating these figures as Immortals.
"Are you the Witch King?" Lin Mo asked coolly, unshaken.
"To think you could make it out of the Death Forest?" The Witch King said, greed flickering across his face.
He had long coveted the treasures within the Death Forest. However, approaching the valley nearby had always resulted in being suppressed by an invisible Prohibition, so he dared not enter, and none of his subordinates who entered had ever returned.
But rumors had it that treasures were hidden within the Death Forest, and Lin Mo coming out safely might mean he had acquired them.
Thinking this, the Witch King and the elders beside him couldn't help but show a more intense covetous gaze.
"Lin Mo, hand over the treasures you obtained in the Death Forest, or else you will die here today," an elder shrouded in a black robe said ominously.
"Me die here? I have yet to settle accounts with you, and yet you dare to come find me."
As Lin Mo spoke, he drew out the Xuanyuan Sword, its blade shimmering with a pale blue light, exuding an intense chill that could penetrate to the bone.
The Witch King and the elders felt a subtle change in their expressions; as Magic Users, they could naturally sense the immense power and threat hidden within the Xuanyuan Sword.