Urban Powerhouse: Chaos Supreme

"Damn it!! Why is it you? Why!!"

Shen Zixuan nearly went berserk, his face distorted to the extreme due to his furious rage as he stared at Lin Mo, wishing he could flay Lin Mo's skin.

"People like you deserve to die the most, don't they?"

Lin Mo's eyes were ice-cold to the extreme, and within those ruthless eyes, a chilling intent to kill emanated as he stepped towards him.

"Brat, I'm going to kill you!!"

Shen Zixuan's face was ferocious, and then he directly pulled out a handgun he carried with him and aimed it at Lin Mo's head,

"Kid, you're really too stupid! How dare you come to the hotel alone, thinking to play the hero's rescue? Unfortunately, you're about to die!"

As his words ended,

Bang!

Shen Zixuan fired the gun, and as he watched the bullet fly towards Lin Mo through the air, his eyes filled with pleasure.

But the next second, his gaze deadlocked onto Lin Mo:

"You...how are you unhurt? How could you possibly be unscathed?"

"Damn it, where did the bullet go?"

Lin Mo pointed a single hand at Cheng Miaohan to stop her bleeding and then infused some Spiritual Energy to greatly alleviate her injuries.

Afterwards, Lin Mo stood up, his eyes cold and indifferent as he slowly spread open his palm:

"Are you looking for this?"

Shen Zixuan looked at the bullet in the center of Lin Mo's palm, his eyes filled with shock and terror, grasping the bullet with one hand. Is this guy even human?

Shen Zixuan didn't have time to think further; he dropped the gun and tried to flee.

Lin Mo's gaze was icy cold as he flicked the bullet in his hand, piercing through Shen Zixuan's thigh in an instant.

"Ah!"

Shen Zixuan screamed in pain, but his suffering had only just begun; he could distinctly feel the bullet inside his body crushing his flesh and bones from his thigh down, inch by inch, like a tank.

"Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah!!!!!"

In a moment, Shen Zixuan's agony reached its ultimate peak, an existence worse than life, as he had never experienced such torment before, like he was being tortured by the devil himself, in hell.

Especially the severed flesh and meridians; he felt them with excruciating clarity.

"Ah ah ah ah!! You bastard, kill me, just kill me ah ah ah damn it, it's killing me!!"

Shen Zixuan twisted in terrible pain, wishing for immediate death to end this Nine Netherworld Shura-like suffering.

Lin Mo looked at him with cold indifference, "Want to die? I won't let you die just yet. By the looks of it, you haven't reached the limit of pain you can endure. Let me help you."

As he spoke, a wave of invisible powerful energy instantly entered Shen Zixuan's body, causing the pain in all 367 acupuncture points and over a thousand meridians throughout his body to increase tenfold, a hundredfold, a thousandfold instantly.

In the next instant, Shen Zixuan's pupils dilated to the ultimate extreme:

"Ah!!! Damn... you..! Lin Mo, even if I become a ghost in hell I won't... let you off!!"

"Please... spare me... ah ah!! Please!! Grandpa!! Ancestor, please, spare me!!"

At this time, in the neighboring room, Skull was sleeping, but in his sleep, he kept hearing the shrill screams.

Then, he opened his eyes and frowned,

"Shen Zixuan seems to be playing a bit too much."

However, the next second, his expression suddenly darkened: "No good!!"

When he arrived at the private room, he saw that Shen Zixuan was twisted with pain, suffering to the utmost, as if enduring the torment of the eighteenth floor of Hell.

The Skull's gaze fell upon Lin Mo, his face turning completely cold:

"Kid, did you do this?"

Lin Mo glanced at him, his expression indifferent. "That's right, I did it."

"Bastard! Do you have any idea how damn serious the thing you've done is?"

"Shen Zixuan was our key spokesperson cultivated overtly in Huaxia!"

"You dared to kill him!!"

"He was one of our Blood Prison's people! Then do you know what kind of organization Blood Prison is?"

"Even those few peak Martial Arts Masters of your Huaxia wouldn't dare to provoke us lightly!"

The next moment, Lin Mo finally lifted those cold eyes, his tone indifferent,

"Are you done? If you're done, scram, or die."

Lin Mo's voice was so domineering, permitting not the slightest room for negotiation.

"Looking for death!"

The Skull, furious, instantly erupted with a surge of immense power, his pair of sharp claws flashing towards Lin Mo like stormy lightning.

His seemingly casual grasp tore the space itself apart, and not only that, his whole body was surrounded by a terrifying dark aura, engulfing the entire space.

However, there wasn't the slightest trace of fear on Lin Mo's face; with a cold snort, he lightly tapped the ground with his foot.

Whoosh!

In an instant, from the point at the center of Lin Mo's foot, power erupted like a dragon emerging from the sea, reaching the Skull in the blink of an eye.

"What?"

The Skull's face changed in shock; he could feel that the casual stomp from Lin Mo carried a lethal threat.

Without time to think, the Skull quickly formed Hand Seals, instantly creating an extremely strong Defense Barrier in front of him.

Boom!

Once that dragon-from-the-sea-like power struck the Skull's Barrier, it shattered like tofu, and then, that power sent the Skull flying backward as if struck by a heavy truck.

Slamming into the wall, the Skull collapsed it by a dozen centimeters, continuously spitting out blood.

"Damn it, how can he be so strong?"

Shock filled the Skull's heart; this young man looked to be just seventeen or eighteen years old—his Martial Power was simply defying the heavens.

Without time to ponder, the only thought in his heart was to escape!

"Since you chose death, did you really think you could escape from under my eyes?"

Lin Mo's eyes were ice-cold, and then, with a single hand, he reached out through the air; instantly, countless pebbles and stones rose up, even the wall nearly collapsing from his powerful suction.

The Skull's expression fell to pieces; in the blink of an eye, Lin Mo had grabbed him and pulled him in.

His heart was filled with despair, reluctance, and hatred.

Of course, it wasn't hatred towards Lin Mo; rather, he hated himself for provoking such a man with heaven-defying Martial Power!

But now, regret was useless.

Lin Mo didn't even spare him a glance, simply holding him up and, like smashing a ball, turned him into a pulp of flesh.

Afterward, Lin Mo, with the still-unconscious Cheng Miaohan on his back, leaped straight out of the hotel's sixth-floor window.

Inside the hotel, aside from the corpses of Shen Zixuan and the Skull, there was no one else. After all, the two of them had booked the entire hotel and had made everyone leave.

Three seconds after Lin Mo and Cheng Miaohan left, the entire hotel exploded with a bang, just as if it had been hit by a bomb, turning instantly to ashes.

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