What the hell are you looking at

Facing the questioning, Dongfang Shuye did not even bat an eyelid.

His gaze, like two invisible sharp swords, was dead set on Chai Tianyou, as if trying to dissect him from the inside out.

"Is my brother in your hands?"

"Has your Chai family committed treason?"

Every word seemed to be squeezed through his teeth, cold and heavy.

Chai Tianyou's face instantly turned deathly pale, beads of sweat rolling down his forehead. He almost roared in defense, "Treason? What nonsense are you talking about! My Chai family has been loyal for generations. Would selling out the country benefit us in the slightest?!"

"Then where is my brother!" Dongfang Shuye's pitch suddenly rose, his aura terrifying.

Chai Tianyou's lips moved, but he couldn't spit out a single word.

Dongfang Shuye sneered in his heart. He saw it very clearly; from beginning to end, this guy was deliberately avoiding the most crucial question.

The screams and wails around them had, at some unknown point, completely died down.

Amidst the thick stench of blood, all was dead silent.

There were still car fragments and flames by the roadside.

Lin Mo strolled over from the other end. His T-shirt and school uniform trousers were spotless, completely out of place in this living hell.

He walked at a leisurely pace, as if he had just crushed a few pesky ants.

Just as he reached the middle of the road, a dull sound of metal friction rang out from behind him.

Lin Mo paused his steps and turned his head to look.

He saw Ye Erdao slowly returning two narrow willow-leaf sabers into the crossed scabbards on his back. His movements were smooth and flowing, carrying a rhythm unique to martial artists.

He readjusted the scabbards at his waist, staring at Lin Mo with burning eyes.

"They say you killed a Celestial."

Ye Erdao's voice was hoarse, but it revealed an uncontrollable excitement.

"Compared to those flashy ability users, I believe more in the martial dao of true qi. Today, I just happen to want to see what someone who can fight against the Celestial Realm looks like."

Before his voice faded.

Lin Mo's figure suddenly enlarged in his pupils.

"You talk too much nonsense."

A teasing voice rang in his ears, "Just say you want a beating and be done with it."

Ye Erdao's hairs stood on end. Without a second thought, his right hand gripped the hilt like lightning and pulled outward fiercely!

Clang!

The blade was drawn an inch, flashing with cold light, but it was pressed back in by a hand like iron pincers, unable to move any further.

Immediately after, a vicious wind rushed at his face.

Smack!

A loud, solid slap struck his face. The force was so great that half of his face instantly went numb, and his head buzzed.

"Feels good?"

What sheer humiliation!

Ye Erdao was consumed by rage. His left hand reached for the other hilt like lightning.

However, the same scene occurred.

His left hand was also firmly pinned down by another hand.

Smack!

Another crisp and loud slap landed, perfectly symmetrical, without the slightest deviation.

Something was wrong!

Aren't both of your hands pressing down on my hilts?!

Then what the hell did you use to slap me?!

His brain instantly crashed, and his gaze stiffly and slowly moved downward.

"What the hell are you looking at!"

A translucent large hand, condensed from spiritual energy, was floating in mid-air with its five fingers spread wide in an arrogant posture.

The innocent Lin Mo had just used this very thing to give this unknown little punk two massive slaps.

"Hand it over!"

Lin Mo sneered and exerted force with his hands. With a clang, the two willow-leaf sabers that Ye Erdao valued as his own life were forcefully drawn away by Lin Mo at the same time.

Squelch!

A flash of cold light.

One of the willow-leaf sabers had already pierced through Ye Erdao's chest, firmly nailing him to the ground.

"I don't have time to play with an idiot like you."

Lin Mo casually weighed the other saber in his hand, his tone indifferent. "You don't have black qi on you, so you could have lived, but aiding the wicked makes you just as deserving of death."

Ye Erdao's eyes widened. Severe pain and horror occupied his brain simultaneously, and he didn't even have time to let out a scream.

The next moment, an illusory shadow was forcibly dragged out from the crown of his head and disappeared into Lin Mo's hand.

Be a fellow daoist inside the Human Emperor's Banner.

Lin Mo turned around, the dull sounds of beating clearly audible.

Dongfang Shuye was grabbing Chai Tianyou's collar, smashing his fists down one by one. The force wasn't great; it was more like he was venting a powerless anger.

Chai Tianyou's face had already swollen into a pig's head, and he let out indistinct whimpers.

"Stop fighting, don't fight anymore!"

Lin Mo shouted.

Dongfang Shuye lifted his head in bewilderment.

"Hitting him is useless."

Lin Mo stepped forward, his tone as plain as if he were discussing the weather. "Just kill him directly and be done with it."

Before his voice faded, a cold light flashed in his hand.

Squelch.

The willow-leaf saber cleanly and neatly plunged into Chai Tianyou's chest, accurately piercing his heart.

There were no superfluous movements, as clean as an executioner beheading someone at the market entrance.

"You!"

Chai Tianyou's body twitched violently, his eyes staring wide. All sounds got stuck in his throat, and then he went completely still.

Dongfang Shuye was startled half a step back by this sudden scene.

"Chai Tianyou, huh. A madman, the idiot among the third generation. He was the one who wanted to show me who's boss and found people from that organization to bomb me."

Lin Mo knew everything after searching Chai Tianrong's soul.

Gathering evidence step by step? Too troublesome.

Directly searching the soul skips all the middlemen.

As for evidence and such, it wasn't important.

My eyes are the ruler.

Lin Mo casually pulled out the willow-leaf saber, letting Chai Tianyou's corpse slide softly to the ground.

He flicked the blood beads off the blade and looked at Dongfang Shuye. "Logically speaking, my business ends here. But do you think I should fight my way in, or just go straight back to sleep?"

Dongfang Shuye turned his head to look at Lin Mo, his eyes saying: Are you messing with me.

Lin Mo nodded very frankly, admitting it.

"You could say, please help me rescue your cousin. You could also say, please help me kill gods if they block the way, kill buddhas if they block the way. Or, please help me uproot the Chai family."

He paused and added a sentence, "I am very magnanimous. You don't even have to use the word 'beg'."

"I beg you, help me rescue my brother, and eradicate the Chai family while you're at it."

But Dongfang Shuye did use the word 'beg'.

"So sincere."

Lin Mo acted as if he were moved, then raised his foot and stomped heavily on that pig's head on the ground.

Crack!

The sound of a bursting watermelon.

Red and white splattered all over the ground.

He collected Chai Tianyou's soul to perform a soul search.

"What's this about swapping wives, swapping sisters-in-law, and even swapping horses... Tsk tsk, any of these stories singled out would be enough to make the annual highlights of the forums."

Lin Mo pulled the willow-leaf saber out of Chai Tianyou's chest and motioned towards the distant manor.

"Let's go. Follow me, and I'll take you to slaughter your way through the entire Chai family."