"Sir, he's just a petty Huaxia Martial Artist, I can assassinate him with three experts," said a middle-aged man kneeling on one knee.
As soon as he spoke, a massive booming sound echoed throughout the entire village. The Martial Artists in the midst of the village simultaneously looked up, their gazes fixed on the village gate's signboard.
Unbelievably, the signboard, held up by two huge logs, was split in half and fell to the ground, kicking up a cloud of dust.
"Did someone actually dare to barge into our Qian Family Village?" Qian Xiong of the Qian Family frowned, his eyes flashing with a cold gleam.
At that moment, three figures appeared at the village entrance. A young man stood at the forefront, flanked by two distinctly elegant women, one to his left and one to his right.
The youth, with black hair and black eyes and an ordinary appearance, walked with his hands behind his back.
The startled Martial Artists quickly gathered, about ten of them blocking Lin Mo's path at the village entrance.
Xiao Zhu's expression slightly changed, "Sir, these are the strongest fighters of the Qian Family."
"Who are you people, daring to barge into our Qian Family Village?" demanded the leading Martial Artist, frowning angrily. After he finished speaking, his eyes suddenly fell on Xiao Zhu, and he couldn't help but show anger on his face: "Xiao Zhu, you actually dare to come back?"
Lin Mo looked at the man and noticed that his left sleeve was empty.
Seeing this person, Xiao Zhu's eyes also revealed a hint of hatred.
It seems this was the high-ranking man Xiao Zhu mentioned, who had tried to violate her but ended up losing an arm to her surprise attack before she escaped from the Qian Family Village.
"What kind of person are you to dare enter our Qian Family Village and damage our signboard?" the middle-aged man stared at Lin Mo, his expression menacing.
"Enough noise, bring your leader out to see me," Lin Mo casually waved his hand, creating a Silver Blade in the void, and swiftly charged at the opponent.
The middle-aged Martial Artist's face turned pale with shock. The Silver Blade moved too fast, the man couldn't react at all, and was instantly slashed in half at the waist.
Xiao Zhu slightly opened her mouth, her captivating eyes looking at Lin Mo, but she only saw his indifferent expression.
Having been an orphan, Xiao Zhu had been brought to the clan by the Qian Family, subjected to brutal training from a young age, enduring hunger and cold, almost never being treated like a human, hence she had no affection for—rather a strong hatred towards—the Martial Artist Clan.
Many Martial Artists within the clan were children who had been captured and trained from a young age to become machines that killed for money.
Seeing their leader killed by Lin Mo, the other Martial Artists immediately charged towards him, wielding handheld swords, darts, poison needles—using every weapon at their disposal. These elite members of the Martial Artist Clan could easily destroy any underground organization in a city if taken outside.
Unfortunately, these people were like straw in Lin Mo's eyes. With a clench of his fist and a gesture, he sent out punches and palms, knocking everyone back, shattering their internal organs, and they all fell to their deaths.
In almost an instant, the bodies of a dozen Martial Artists lay on the ground.
The village was now filled with alarmed noises, everyone rushing towards the entrance, figures leaping between trees and roofs.
Qian Xiong, along with several strong individuals, also reached the village entrance with leaps and bounds, facing the bodies lying on the ground, their faces showing a stunned expression changing to furious rage.
Although the Qian Family had declined and secluded themselves in Snow Valley, in fifty years, no one had ever dared to forcibly enter the Qian Family Village.
"Xiao Zhu?" Many people from the Qian Family recognized her.
"Sir, that white-haired elder is the leader of the Qian Family, Qian Xiong," Xiao Zhu whispered slowly, standing beside Lin Mo.
Lin Mo's gaze slowly swept over the group, all of whom were at the Half-step Martial God Level, with the aura of the white-haired elder being as vast as the sea. Even Lin Mo was slightly astonished, as the elder's power seemed to match that of Park Shiyou.
"Xiao Zhu, you dare to return to the Qian Family, and you bring outsiders with you?" Qian Xiong's gaze solidified as he coldly addressed Lin Mo.
"Weren't you all planning to come after me? Isn't it better for me to come in person?" Lin Mo responded calmly.
Hearing Lin Mo's words, Qian Xiong's gaze hardened once more, this time exuding endless chill and murderous intent.
"Are you Lin Tanyu?"
Lin Tanyu's name resounded throughout the Martial Arts World of Han Country; he had slain Park Shiyou, killed ten Han Country experts, and obliterated the Asakusa Society, nearly shaking the entire Han Country.
Rumors said he was just a teenager from Huaxia, exactly like the person before them.
The fallen Martial Artists on the ground were elites, yet they had not lasted even a minute. Other than Lin Tanyu, who else had such strength?
Not just Qian Xiong, everyone, upon realizing Lin Mo was Lin Tanyu, couldn't help but show a look of solemnity on their faces.
"Since you all want to kill me, I might as well visit personally," Lin Mo stated indifferently.
Standing among the crowd, Zi Ji peered through the gaps and truly saw Lin Mo for the first time. A trace of astonishment appeared on her pretty face. Although rumors said Lin Mo was a young lad, the shock was immense when they truly saw him in person.
So this student-looking, fair-skinned lad, who shook the Martial Arts World of Han Country and alarmed the upper echelons, was actually Lin Tanyu.
"You've brought yourself to me?" Qian Xiong snorted coldly. "Do you really think our Qian Family is that easy to bully?"
After speaking, about a hundred Martial Artists from the Qian Family had gathered at the village entrance; enough to disturb an army. Yet, facing a young man from Huaxia, they felt anything but relaxed.
"Kill him," Qian Xiong ordered coldly.
A group of Martial Artists, swords in hand, came at Lin Mo diagonally.
Lin Mo's palm tightened slightly, and he threw a punch—a brilliant golden light burst forth from his fist as if it was the sun itself. In a blink, about a dozen Martial Artists were turned into a bloody mess by Lin Mo's punch, and the sky was suddenly raining blood.
Free from the constraints of Huaxia, and since these people were originally out to kill him, Lin Mo did not hold back. If Han Country refused to comply, he would fight until they trembled.
In an instant, sacrificing over a dozen carefully trained Martial Artists, even Qian Xiong couldn't help but feel a pang of heartache.
Lin Mo charged into the crowd like a hungry wolf entering a sheepfold, slaughtering all around.
"Big Fireball Technique." An expert formed a seal with his hands, opened his mouth, and expelled a fiercely burning fireball at an extremely high temperature, instantly rushing towards Lin Mo.
Lin Mo raised his hand and punched, smashing the fireball into sparks. Several nearby experts, accidentally splashed by the flames, screamed and retreated in agony.
At this moment, everyone recognized that Lin Mo's prowess in close combat was nearly invincible. Those Martial Artists had been brainwashed from a young age into becoming killing machines. Despite seeing Lin Mo's overwhelming strength, they were not frightened but instead continued to madly rush towards him.
Lin Mo retaliated with a backhand slap, smashing several heads like watermelons.