The banquet at Li Village was divided into an indoor and outdoor section. Ordinary people could only move about outside, like Yi Tianhuai, for instance. As for the inside, it was only accessible to the true noble families of Seoul or those from large influential forces.
At this moment, in one of the inner chambers, two red lanterns hung outside the main hall, while inside, candlesticks lined both sides, each lit with flames the size of soybeans.
Kneeling before the candlesticks was a group of individuals. Some had swords laid across their knees; others were dressed in martial attire with white bandages wrapped around their fists—a total of ten people, each exuding a somewhat sharp aura.
However, all these sharp scents were as if being suppressed by the middle-aged man sitting at the head of the room. The aura he emitted was profound, aged, and carried an extremely unique and acute sharpness.
The ten individuals seated below him were all renowned figures in the martial arts world of Seoul: sword dao masters, taekwondo masters, all of them being individuals of strong-level standing.
These people virtually represented the strongest martial arts forces in all of Seoul. Any one of them could dominate a region, yet now they were gathered together. If outsiders knew, they would probably be astounded to the point of losing their teeth.
"Lin Tanyu, this martial artist from Huaxia dares to challenge the authority of our Han Country," a middle-aged man seated on the right first spoke, anger in his voice.
"I've received word that he's making a name for himself in the Huaxia martial arts world recently, but even so, he shouldn't stir up trouble in our Han Country," another person remarked.
"Right, and he has destroyed the Asakusa Society. The higher-ups are furious. Though the higher-ups are not in a good position to intervene directly, we must kill him," a middle-aged man holding a long blade also opened his eyes, shooting sharp glints from them, "My younger brother died at Lin Tanyu's hands too. I must avenge him."
"I've already been summoned by the high-level officials. They find it inconvenient to deal with him themselves, but he has damaged the dignity of our nation and must be eliminated," Li Shashu said coldly.
Just at that moment, the middle-aged man seated at the head of the room slowly opened his eyes—the man was none other than Li Yanzhen.
"I fought with him last time at the Asakusa Society, but at that time I had just broken free from Park Shiyou's curse and had not yet recovered to my peak. Now, if I face him again, I may not necessarily lose to him, especially with the support of all of you," Li Yanzhen said slowly.
"Just give the word, and we will serve you dutifully," Jin Zhifei bowed his head and responded.
In any country, the strong are always respected, particularly a Sword God. It's been decades since anyone in the entire Huaxia had heard of a Sword God emerging.
"My lord," suddenly, a man briskly walked into the room, kneeling on one knee with an urgent expression on his face.
"Lin Tanyu has come, and he has killed Li Baizhu," Li Qiangdong reported with his head bowed.
With that single statement, the quiet room fell silent for a moment, then outbursts of murderous intent erupted, so intense that even Li Qiangdong could barely withstand it anymore.
"He really dared to come?" Li Yanzhen slowly narrowed his eyes, cold light seeping through those slits.
Meanwhile, outside the banquet, Lin Mo had already killed dozens of people, all direct members and martial artists of the Li Family. Other guests at the banquet hid trembling in corners. At this moment, Lin Mo resembled a demon from Hell.
Yi Tianhuai and Yi Bo were even more terrified out of their wits, curled up in a corner, their bodies shaking uncontrollably.
Coco and Lu Xuanxuan hugged each other in fear, while Yingzi stood calmly by their side, channeling True Qi to them to prevent shock from harming their bodies.
Lin Mo opened his palm and with a breath of True Qi, he grasped the throat of a young man in a suit and said indifferently, "Li Shashu, we meet again."
"Lin Mo, what on earth do you want to do?" Li Shashu was both shocked and fearful. The shock came from Lin Mo actually daring to barge into the Li Family's banquet, and the fear arose from Lin Mo's iron-fisted tactics, his indifference to human life as if it were mere weeds, calmly slaughtering dozens of people without changing expression.
"If you had only asked me to deal with Park Shiyou, I wouldn't have come looking for you. Unfortunately, you wanted to use me to kill Park Shiyou, and then Li Yanzhen would come to kill me. You've already provoked me," Lin Mo said indifferently, his voice cold.
"Lin Mo, what do you want? I can give you anything," Li Shashu finally turned pale, realizing that he was facing a demon, not a human.
If it were a human, the other party might consider the power of the secular world, after all, the Li Family is the core family of the Sanhe Group, and also has close ties with the upper echelons of Han Country. An average person, even one as revered as the Han Country's Sword God, would not dare to easily strike at the Li Family, as it would invite the wrath of Han Country's upper echelons.
But Lin Mo had actually come to attack and mercilessly slaughtered within the Li Family, seemingly declaring war on Han Country's upper echelons.
"I said, it's already too late," Lin Mo said faintly, shaking his head.
"If you kill me, my grandfather will surely avenge me, and the upper echelons won't let you go," Li Shashu, the genius destined to inherit the Li Family, couldn't bear this humiliation and spoke out loudly.
"I hate being threatened the most."
"Stop!"
Just then, eleven dark shadows descended from the sky, with the leading one shouting loudly to halt.
However, with a flick of Lin Mo's wrist, Li Shashu's neck broke, blood spilled from the corner of his mouth, and he died.
"You dare..." Li Yanzhen was enraged, with veins of redness appearing in his eyes, which slowly merged, forming a blood-red hue that stained his eyes.
"Shashu, Grandfather will surely avenge you." Li Yanzhen, holding Black Qiushui in his hand, a powerful aura of murderous intent surged from him, chilling the entire village as if it were winter.
Yi Tianhuai, Yi Bo, Coco, Lu Xuanxuan, and others couldn't believe that Lin Mo really dared to kill the future heir of the Li Family. This was openly declaring war on the Li Family, even on the upper echelons.
"Lin Tanyu, you killed my brother; today, I shall use your blood to pay tribute to him," Jin Zhifei bellowed, swinging his Longsword, leaving a blur in its wake, its edge gleaming coldly as he slashed straight towards Lin Mo.
Jin Zhifei, a well-known Sword Dao Master in Seoul, wielded aLongsword handed down from the Warring States Era, capable of cutting through metal.
Facing Jin Zhifei's desperate sword strike, Lin Mo's expression remained unchanged. He simply lifted his palm and extended two fingers, astonishingly pinching the tip of the sword and lightly snapping it in half.
Jin Zhifei's eyes widened in horror. With a flick of Lin Mo's finger, the sword tip shot out like an arrow, piercing through Jin Zhifei's throat.
A dead silence fell over the crowd.
Jin Zhifei was a renowned Martial Arts Master, a Sword Dao Master in Seoul, and even stronger than some. Yet, he fell to Lin Mo's hand with just a raise of his arm.
While everyone was shocked, they were also consumed with boundless anger. Nearly every person's eyes were bloodshot, their bodies emanating a powerful killing intent as they glared at Lin Mo.
"You dare kill Jin Zhifei? Everyone, together, let's kill this demon."