One person: Lu family bodyguard, who shattered Longhu Mountain with a single palm strike.

The air in the hall seemed to stand still.

"Zhang Chulan, how dare you! Who do you think you are, interfering in my battle?!"

Jia Zhengyu pointed at Zhang Chulan's nose, his smugness still lingering, but his anger was already rising.

His attack just now should have made him a force to be reckoned with, showcasing his strength as a master of the West to the world. Instead, it was blocked in public by a mere dependent young man, leaving him feeling utterly humiliated.

Zhang Chulan's chest heaved violently, and although the golden light surrounding him swayed slightly, his eyes remained exceptionally resolute.

He took a half step forward, gritting his teeth and glaring back: "Master Jia, you went too far! Those two awls were aimed straight at her heart, were you trying to kill Bao Jie?!"

"She trespassed into the World Society and injured so many of our brothers; she deserves to die!"

Jia Zhengyu snorted coldly, flicked his sleeves, and looked arrogant.

Feng Baobao sat on the ground, slowly picked up the broken high heel, looked it over from side to side, and said in a flat tone, "Was this shoe expensive? Xu Si said he wanted to take the emotional route, but I don't think it's worth it."

Zhang Chulan's eye twitched, feeling all the imposing aura he had painstakingly built up dissipate: "Sis! You almost got stabbed through just now, and you're still worried about your shoes?!"

Feng Baobao thought for a moment and nodded seriously: "Oh, then I won't wear it next time."

Lin Mo, who was watching the scene unfold, couldn't help but raise his eyebrows and chuckle: "This girl's way of thinking is so straightforward, it's like a client who's never done a requirements review before."

Before Jia Zhengyu could start cursing again, a clear, cold voice drifted over from the side.

"Who told you that everyone who joins the Chaotianxia Society has to die?"

Feng Shayan walked slowly closer in her leather boots, her short silver hair falling to the side of her face. She crossed her arms and looked down at Jia Zhengyu.

Jia Zhengyu's expression froze, and his brows furrowed: "Miss Feng, I'm standing up for the Tianxia Society to clean up their mess."

"Stand out? To kill someone to establish authority?"

Feng Shayan scoffed, mercilessly exposing their weakness, "Our Tianxia Society is a legitimate registered enterprise and an organization of extraordinary individuals, not a terrorist group that indiscriminately kills innocent people. If word gets out, people will think we only bully the weak."

Lu Linglong stepped forward, her pretty face slightly hardening: "That's right! Although it was wrong for that young lady to barge in, she was just looking for someone. At most, it's considered disorderly conduct, not a capital offense."

"What kind of skill is it for a veteran like you to resort to underhanded tactics?"

Upon hearing the two young ladies speak, the several members of the Tianxia Society who were lying on the ground groaning in pain exchanged glances and couldn't help but whisper among themselves.

"To be honest, Master Jia really went too far just now."

"If we get hit a few times, we'll just get scrapes and dislocations. But if it goes straight to the heart, and someone dies, we'll still have to help clean up the mess."

These whispers were like fine needles, precisely piercing Jia Zhengyu's inflated ego.

His face turned pale and then flushed, and the veins on his neck throbbed.

"Feng Shayan! You ungrateful brat!" Jia Zhengyu's blood boiled, and he pointed at her with a trembling hand. "I condescended to stand up for your Tianxia Society, and not only do you not appreciate it, you even help outsiders humiliate me?!"

"If someone like you takes the lead, the reputation of the World Society will truly be ruined." Feng Shayan refused to back down.

"You're asking for it!"

The string of reason in Jia Zhengyu's mind snapped abruptly. With a sudden flick of his finger, three dragon-pecking cones emitted a sharp buzzing sound in mid-air, transforming into three streaks of black light that rushed straight towards Feng Shayan's face!

Feng Shayan snorted coldly, shifted her feet, and used her family's Shrinking Earth Step technique, leaving an afterimage in her place in an instant, easily avoiding the attack.

Immediately afterwards, she clenched her right fist and threw a heavy punch through the air, which was more than ten meters away.

"Hundred-Step Fist!"

As Jia Zhengyu was manipulating the magical artifact to rotate, a visible spatial distortion vortex suddenly appeared before his eyes.

A pale fist pierced through space and slammed solidly into his nose.

"Bang!"

As blood gushed from his nose, Jia Zhengyu was struck so hard that he fell backward and staggered.

Just as he lost his balance, Feng Baobao suddenly appeared in front of him.

Holding the stiletto heel in her hand, she swung her arm and delivered a powerful "flying kick" to the old man's face.

"Snapped!"

The sole of the high heel left a deep imprint on the side of her face.

Jia Zhengyu screamed and flew backward, sliding seven or eight meters across the floor before stopping right next to Feng Xingtong, who had just come out of the side door.

He scrambled to his feet, clutching his swollen cheek, and cried out in grievance, "Young Master Feng! Look at your sister! She actually colluded with outsiders to bully our guest retainer!"

Feng Xingtong looked at him expressionlessly, her tone filled with disappointment: "Master Jia, you really shouldn't have done this. To kill someone in their own home, the world will not tolerate such a powerful figure."

Jia Zhengyu stood there stunned, then laughed in fury, his eyes gleaming with venom as he surveyed his surroundings: "Fine! You bunch of greenhorns, if that's how it is, then I don't care to join this lousy Tianxia Society!"

Having said that, he flicked his sleeve and headed toward the gate.

"Stop!" Lu Linglong's clear voice rang out as she stepped forward and said, "You almost killed someone, and now you think you can just walk away? Can't you even offer an apology?"

Jia Zhengyu turned around blankly, his eyes bloodshot, and suddenly laughed eerily.

"You want me to apologize to that stupid woman? Fine, you little brat, I'll apologize to you right now!"

Before he finished speaking, he suddenly hooked his fingers hidden in his sleeve.

The Dragon-Piercing Cone, which had been lying in the distance, suddenly sprang up like a lurking venomous snake, silently and with great speed stabbing straight into Lu Linglong's heart from behind!

"Sister Lu, be careful!" Zhang Chulan exclaimed in alarm.

Feng Shayan's expression tightened, and she wanted to use her Shrinking Step technique to pull the person out.

"Go to hell!" Jia Zhengyu's features twisted as he let out a sinister laugh.

However, the expected scene of blood splattering did not occur.

Lu Linglong didn't even try to dodge; she simply stood still.

The incredibly sharp dragon-pecking cone, carrying the force of certain death, suddenly hovered in mid-air, less than three inches from Lu Linglong's back.

Jia Zhengyu's smile froze on his face.

After he tried his best to activate it, he suddenly discovered that no matter how frantically he activated his true qi, the cone was as if it were cast in an iron block and could not move at all.

Everyone looked in the direction of the awl and gasped in shock.

Before anyone knew it, Lin Mo was already standing behind Lu Linglong.

With one hand in his pocket and the other hand, he casually pinched the buzzing, struggling dragon-pecking cone with two long, slender fingers, as if picking up a fallen leaf.

Lin Mo clicked his tongue, held the awl up to his eyes and examined it, looking at Jia Zhengyu with the same look he would give an idiot.

"That was a close call!"

Lin Mo's tone was calm, revealing no emotion whatsoever, "You have quite a temper. If you can't win an argument, you resort to underhanded tactics. Are you really trying to kill my boss?"

You could hear a pin drop in the hall.

Everyone looked at Lin Mo. Although they couldn't sense any aura from him, it was as if a sharp sword was hanging over their heads, making them afraid to even breathe.

Jia Zhengyu's heart pounded wildly, but he forced a smile and shouted, "Kid, let go of my Dragon-Piercing Cone!"

"You want this piece of junk?"

Lin Mo smiled slightly.

The next second, a condensed, solidified white-gold Nine Yang True Qi burst forth from his fingertips!

Before it could even utter a mournful cry, the magical artifact, which had been nurtured for over twenty years, shattered instantly under the crushing force of two fingers, turning into a fine dust of metal!

A gentle breeze blew by, and the powder fell lightly onto the marble floor.

Everyone present was stunned.

That was a magical artifact nurtured by a master of artifact manipulation, and it was crushed like a cookie?!

Jia Zhengyu, his face drained of color, screamed like a cat whose tail had been stepped on: "My magical artifact! I'll kill you!!"

Losing his mind, he wildly waved his hands, and the remaining two dragon-pecking cones transformed into streaks of light, frantically stabbing towards Lin Mo's eyes.

The two streaks of dark light vanished without warning in front of Lin Mo.

By the time everyone came to their senses, the two awls were already lying obediently in Lin Mo's palm.

Lin Mo gently clasped his hands together, and a flash of platinum true energy passed by.

With two soft "shush" sounds, the metal powder slid down between their fingers.

Three magical artifacts, the culmination of half a lifetime's effort, were destroyed in an instant.

Jia Zhengyu's mind went blank, and he immediately knelt down on the ground.

You have to understand, this is an object that he has nurtured since it was a baby for more than 20 years, and it was destroyed so casually?

This is especially true for Jia Zhengyu, a member of the Jia family in western China, a family renowned as a lineage of sword immortals since ancient times.

It's an unacceptable shock!

Lin Mo dusted off his hands, turned to Lu Linglong, and his tone returned to its serious business-like tone: "Boss, you see, he really meant to kill you when he attacked you just now. According to the security clause in the contract, it shouldn't be a problem if I retaliate and take him out, right?"

Lu Linglong was still reeling from the shock of being protected, her mind not quite processing it yet. She opened her mouth blankly and stammered, "Huh?"

Lin Mo nodded in satisfaction and said seriously, "Okay, I'm relieved that you agree, boss. Let's get on with the process."

The moment the words left his mouth, it was as if the air in the hall had been instantly sucked out.

No one saw how Lin Mo moved. In the blink of an eye, he was already standing in front of Jia Zhengyu, looking down at him with his right arm raised high.

Until this moment, the shadow of death finally loomed over Jia Zhengyu.

His face turned deathly pale. He finally realized he had offended someone he couldn't afford to offend, and frantically waved his hands, begging for mercy: "No! Don't kill me! I'm from Jiajia Village! If you touch me—"

"Noisy."

Lin Mo remained indifferent as his arm slashed down from above like a celestial blade.

His maxed-out Iron Palm Technique, combined with over a hundred years of Nine Yang True Qi, caused a chilling white-gold gleam to emanate from the edges of his palms.

"laugh--!"

A very faint sound, like a hot knife cutting butter, rang out.

Lin Mo's hand chopped down Jia Zhengyu's skull, instantly splitting his body in two with the force of his palm.

There were no screams, no struggles.

Jia Zhengyu's body slowly fell to both sides.

What's most chilling is that the cut is as smooth as a mirror.

Under the intense heat of that domineering, century-old pure yang energy, all the meridians and flesh were forcibly charred and sealed the moment they were cut open, without even a drop of blood splattering out.

The hall was deathly silent except for the sound of everyone's heartbeats.

Zhang Chulan gasped, his back completely soaked.

Lu Linglong's face turned pale, and she suddenly realized, "Wait! Lin Mo! My 'ah' just now didn't mean I agreed!"

Lin Mo turned around, his expression somewhat innocent: "Oh, really? Then I'll add a secondary verification process using facial liveness detection next time to minimize this kind of communication error."

Lu Linglong felt a tightness in her chest from being choked. How could this guy be so concerned about the process after killing someone?!

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