Looking at Situ Aoshi's bluffing appearance, Lin Mo almost wanted to burst out laughing.
So he nodded earnestly, "Indeed, I'm only eighteen. Compared to an old fossil with one foot in the grave like you, I am a bit young."
He paused and asked with a sincere face, "Speaking of which, when you were my age, did you go out and rely on the prestige of the Hidden Sect to bully ordinary people with no abilities?"
"You!"
Situ Aoshi's old face instantly flushed the color of a dark liver.
But he still stood with his hands behind his back, desperately maintaining his final shred of dignity. "I don't care what demonic arts you used to fly up here, but you are absolutely not in the Celestial Realm! Get lost now, and my Situ family can let bygones be bygones!"
The mockery in Lin Mo's eyes became even more apparent.
What a cliché way to stall for time.
He was happy to play along.
"Leave? Why should I leave?"
Lin Mo looked around as if expecting something. "If I leave, how are you going to kill me? If I leave, how will your Situ family recover the face it lost today?"
He slowly raised his hand, pointing it at Situ Aoshi from afar, a cold smirk hooking the corner of his mouth.
"Why don't I just bury the Situ family's dignity completely."
The moment his voice fell!
Boom!
The entire blessed land trembled violently. Blood-red pillars of light shot up from the ground into the sky, instantly weaving into a massive red barrier that enveloped the entire sky!
A chilling aura of slaughter permeated the air.
Seeing this, a ferocious and crazed smile finally appeared on Situ Aoshi's face.
He suddenly pulled a completely blood-red token from his robes and, without even looking, slammed it viciously into his own chest!
"Sizzle—"
Like a red-hot branding iron, the token instantly burned through his clothes and embedded itself deep into his flesh and blood.
A burnt smell spread out. Situ Aoshi's face twisted in agony, but the madness and exhilaration in his eyes grew even stronger.
That token was not some key to activate the array at all.
The instant it merged into Situ Aoshi's body, the entire blessed land of the Situ family gave a violent shudder.
On the ground, countless pre-drawn array lines abruptly lit up, shifting from dark red to a demonic blood color. The light soared into the sky, dyeing the entire canopy of heaven an ominous red.
A terrifying aura, far surpassing before, erupted explosively with Situ Aoshi at its center.
It was the true core of this absolute killing array!
Only with it could that power be absorbed!
"Do it!"
Situ Aoshi's voice, like a demonic whisper from the nine netherworlds, resounded in the ears of every Situ clan member.
At the same time.
Within the blessed land, a flash of resolve and madness crossed the eyes of all the Situ clan members. They drew their prepared weapons and, without hesitation, slashed at the outsiders they had lived with day and night.
A guest retainer who had just been clearing debris for the patriarch's mansion with a face full of smiles suddenly had a bloody line appear across his neck. His smile froze, and even in death, he didn't understand why.
A servant wiping a pillar was pierced through the heart from behind by a normally amiable steward.
"Wh... why..."
"For the Situ family." The steward expressionlessly pulled out his longsword, letting the servant collapse into a pool of blood.
Screams, pleas for mercy, and angry curses rose and fell, instantly turning this fairyland-like blessed land into an Asura slaughterhouse.
Some reacted extremely fast, sensing something was wrong, and immediately ran frantically toward the exit.
But the exit of the blessed land was already guarded by elite disciples of the Law Enforcement Hall. Forming a human wall with cold expressions, they slaughtered all who approached one by one.
This place had already become a cage of death.
A bizarre scene occurred.
The blood of those who were killed did not coagulate on the ground. Instead, as if scorched by an invisible force, it evaporated strand by strand into a bloody mist.
This blood mist did not dissipate either. Instead, as if guided by some kind of pull, it turned into streams of blood, converging toward Situ Aoshi in the sky.
As the blood mist merged into him, Situ Aoshi's aura climbed steadily.
He spread his arms and closed his eyes, his face full of intoxicated enjoyment.
"Tsk, making your own clan members act as butchers and using outsiders as blood bags. This Situ family has truly carved the word 'shameless' into their bones."
Lin Mo curled his lip, completely unmoved by this inhuman scene, only finding it somewhat amusing.
He leisurely opened his palm.
Buzz!
An arrow, radiant with flowing light and entwined with the power of spatial laws, appeared out of thin air in his palm.
It was the spiritual weapon he had snatched from Situ Hongyi's hands.
Seeing that arrow, Situ Aoshi, who was enjoying the thrill of his surging power in the sky, suddenly widened his eyes. His intoxicated expression was instantly replaced by shock and fury.
"Void-Rending Arrow!?"
This was supposed to be the clan-guarding treasure enshrined in the ancestral hall, serving as the Situ family's ultimate trump card!
And now it was in this brat's hands!
"You want it?"
Lin Mo weighed the Void-Rending Arrow in his hand as if weighing an ordinary wooden stick. He looked up at Situ Aoshi, the corners of his mouth lifting.
"Then it depends on whether you can handle it."
As his voice fell, he formed his fingers into a sword and gently flicked the tail of the Void-Rending Arrow.
There was no bow, and he didn't even use much strength.
The Void-Rending Arrow suddenly transformed into a streak of light, tearing through the air and emitting an ear-piercing screech as it shot toward Situ Aoshi.
"Arrogant!"
Situ Aoshi roared. Having absorbed a massive amount of blood mist, his confidence was bursting. He raised his hand and threw a fiercely unparalleled cannon punch. The wind from the punch surged, twisting space itself, attempting to knock the arrow down mid-air.
However, in the thousandth of a split second before the fist and the arrowhead could touch.
The Void-Rending Arrow vanished out of thin air.
It just vanished into the air, abruptly and unreasonably.
Situ Aoshi's full-force punch landed solidly on empty air. With nowhere for the immense power to vent, his body stumbled, and a stifling sensation hit his chest.
Not good!
Warning bells rang wildly in his heart, and a fatal chill rose from his back.
Situ Aoshi violently twisted his body, only wanting to dodge.
Pfft!
The vanished Void-Rending Arrow had already appeared behind him. The spatial power contained within the arrow instantly erupted, madly tearing at his body.
Rumble!
His massive body crashed ruthlessly into a luxurious courtyard below, smashing the entire building to pieces as dust and smoke billowed into the sky.
However, high in the sky, the blood mist merely paused for a moment.
The next moment, as if having found their target, they surged madly toward the ruins!
The slaughter throughout the entire Situ family was still ongoing.
Lin Mo continued to stand in mid-air. With a wave of his hand, the Void-Rending Arrow returned to float beside him.
Within his divine sense, Situ Aoshi had lost an arm.
In the instant the Void-Rending Arrow landed, Situ Aoshi had dodged.
Of course, Lin Mo had also intentionally deviated it a bit, otherwise this old geezer would have already kicked the bucket.
That wasn't the main point.
The main point was that Situ Aoshi grabbed the severed arm and placed it against his wound. After the surrounding red blood mist surged in, the severed arm was rapidly repaired.
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uld barely embark on the path to immortality. Just as he was on the verge of death, his golden finger awakened. No matter whether it was poison, drained blood and vital energy, diminished lifespan, or any other physical debuff caused by paying a price—once midnight passed, everything would be refreshed. From then on, whenever someone asked what kind of person Chu Ran was, the answer was simple: Forbidden arts that other cultivators dared not learn? Chu Ran would learn them. Prices that even demonic cultivators dared not pay? Chu Ran would pay them. Lifespan that even righteous cultivators dared not burn? Chu Ran would burn it. All the blood essence in his body? Take it. Want both his hands and feet? He would cut them off and send them to you. You say he’s finished? He wasn’t built to sit idle. You think he’s gone mad? No—he was simply waiting for midnight. From that day onward, Chu Ran would respect neither Heaven nor Earth, bow to neither gods nor ghosts. He had only one wish: For midnight to arrive a little sooner.
u Chenyuan transmigrated into a female-oriented novel about a real and fake heiress, becoming the CEO elder brother of both. Unfortunately, the entire Lu family—including himself, the CEO—were mere cannon fodder in the story. Determined to save himself, Lu Chenyuan took action. The spoiled, attention-seeking fake heiress? Thrown into the harsh realities of the working class to learn humility. The love-struck real heiress? Pushed toward academic excellence, so lofty goals would blind her to trivial romances. As for the betrayed, vengeful arranged marriage wife… the plot hadn’t even begun yet. There was still time—if he couldn’t handle her, he could at least avoid her. "CEO Lu, are you avoiding me?" Mo Qingli fixed her gaze on Lu Chenyuan. For the first time, the shrewd and calculating Lu Chenyuan felt a flicker of unease.
