"So, you're that idiot Gongsun Hao's mother? Really, if you don't court death, you won't die. I didn't obliterate the Gongsun Family simply because I wanted to toy with you all slowly. Did you really think the Gongsun Family was such a big deal? In Shanghai, you might reign supreme, but in the whole world, you're no more than a drop in the ocean!" Lin Mo glanced at Gan Rong, his voice cold and detached.
Gan Rong and Gan Batian's faces turned exceedingly ugly, Gan Batian's expression as frigid as three thousand years of ice as he glared at Lin Mo:
"Lin Mo, little bastard, you've killed so many of my men and experts. If I, Gan Batian, can't flay you alive today, I don't deserve to be human!"
Several martial artists from the Twelve-story Building with not-so-shabby cultivation levels kept urging, "Tower Master, this kid is a monster. We should escape quickly!"
"Shut up!"
Adopting an expression of somebody resolved to die, Gan Batian coldly said, "Lin Mo, for destroying my Twelve-story Building, this enmity is irreconcilable. Even if I, Gan Batian, die by your hand today, I will drag you down to hell with me!"
Lin Mo merely glanced at him with an indifferent expression and spoke lightly, "A mongrel of a ruined household, what right do you have?"
"Lin Mo, little brat, you think too highly of yourself. I, Gan Batian, have cultivated for a full hundred years – how could you, a greenhorn brat, insult me!"
"You talk too much – no matter how much you say, it will not change the fact that I am sending all of you down to hell."
"Brash youngster, come meet your doom!"
Gan Batian bellowed furiously, his voice piercing the sky as if his authority could tear a rift in the heavens.
In an instant, the sky and earth changed color, and countless anomalies sprang up.
Dark clouds convened, lighting flashed and thunder roared with endless terror.
In the blink of an eye, like the end of days, thunder rolled and torrential rain poured down like sword slashes across the entire sky.
Seeing this, all the multitude from the Twelve-story Building felt their hearts tremble and prostrated on the ground, shouting in unison:
"Our Tower Master's martial arts are unparalleled. Long may they last! Death to the crazed Lin Mo!"
However, even with Gan Batian's heaven-shaking presence, Lin Mo still stood with his hands behind his back, looking up with a hint of scorn in his eyes, "I thought you would be slightly stronger than that trash just now, but it seems not. That's all, I don't want to waste my time playing with trash like you. If you have any overwhelming skills, then use them quickly. Otherwise, I'll be sending you straight to hell!"
Upon hearing this, Gan Batian's heart was already seething with rage.
A murderous storm enveloped his entire being.
Buzz!
In an instant, fierce winds rose, thunder ripped through the heavens, and countless raindrops were seized directly by Gan Batian's hand command!
Boom!
The next second, everyone's eyes widened as Gan Batian condensed the rain from tens of thousands of meters in the sky into a water sphere thousands of kilometers in diameter, weighing tens of thousands of tons!
Such a force, if it fell on any Half-step Martial God, would probably destroy them in an instant, wouldn't it?
The eyes of the Twelve-story Building faithful were once again filled with hope.
Maybe Gan Batian's move could really kill Lin Mo!
"Disappear!"
Gan Batian bellowed, and the rain sphere weighing tens of thousands of tons thundered down from the Nine Heavens.
Where it passed, it ground out countless black holes and ruins.
Seeing Lin Mo standing still, unmoved, Gan Batian spoke loudly and decisively, "Conceited fool, I, Gan Batian, have been a Basic-level Martial God for a full decade. Few dare to challenge the majesty of my Twelve-story Building; you are the first. Even in death, you can be proud to have stood out from half of the Earth's population. Remember, in your next life, if you are reincarnated..."
Boom!!
However, in the next second, before Gan Batian could finish speaking, Lin Mo slightly tilted his head up, lifting his fist like a massive hammer.
"Break!"
When everyone looked again, they saw the massive water sphere, weighing tens of thousands of tons, shatter under Lin Mo's fist as if a giant ball in the vast universe was punctured by an endless, sharp needle.
Bang, bang, bang!!
And then it exploded, turning into countless droplets, spattering across the sky!
Everyone's gaze was once again flabbergasted!
Just how deeply twisted was Lin Mo's strength? Even Gan Batian, a Basic-level Martial God, seemed so feeble in front of him?
Even Gan Batian himself was shocked by the strength displayed by Lin Mo, feeling a great jolt of fear in his heart.
However, downstairs, Gan Rong, ignorant of the situation, thought Gan Batian was far stronger than Lin Mo and foolishly bellowed, "Brother, what are you standing there for? Kill the brat and avenge Haohao!"
Upon hearing this, Gan Batian wished he could slap Gan Rong to death, but after all, she was his own sister.
Swoosh, swoosh, swoosh!
The next second, to everyone's surprise, Gan Batian's figure darted forward like he was fleeing, rushing in front of Gan Rong. Before she could react, he grabbed her and then, with steps as if treading the heavens, made his escape.
Seeing this, everyone was dumbfounded!
Their Tower Master, actually fled?
He ran away after just one exchange with Lin Mo?
Just how powerful was Lin Mo!
"Tower Master, take us with you!"
"We don't want to die!"
Seeing this, everyone in the Twelve-story Building pleaded desperately, their desire to survive reaching its peak.
Gan Rong's mind also became completely clear.
Why did Gan Batian run?
Because Lin Mo's strength was absolutely superior to his!
It might have been just one move, but Gan Batian knew better than anyone that it was his Killing Skill, which he had intended to use to instantly annihilate Lin Mo. To his disbelief, Lin Mo easily broke it.
"Do you think you can escape if I, Lin Mo, want to kill you?"
Lin Mo's indifferent voice surged directly into Gan Batian's ears, sending a tremor through his heart, nearly causing him to fall from the sky.
"Damn it!"
Gan Batian's expression turned ugly. He broke through several Space Barriers and then, with several thunderous punches, sealed off the twelve spaces he had just fled through.
However, Lin Mo struck with a claw, instantly shattering the Sealing shackles. In an instant, he crossed over the twelve spaces, his claw mark bearing down on the back of Gan Batian's head.
"No!!"
Sensing extreme danger from behind, Gan Batian glanced back slightly, his eyes widening immensely.
From afar, through the twelve shattered Spaces, Gan Batian begged for mercy, "Your Excellency, spare my life! I was unaware of Your Excellency's formidable strength, please overlook the offenses of one so insignificant as me, and spare my wretched life."
Lin Mo's face was cold as he said, "Since you provoked me voluntarily, you should be prepared to report to Hell!"
With that, Lin Mo's claw print fell, and with a bang, it directly crushed Gan Batian's head.
"Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah..."
A myriad of Blood Fogs erupted, and Gan Rong, already terrified out of her wits, screamed, "You... you can't kill me, if you do, that means endless enmity with the Gongsun Family, you can't."
"I hate being threatened the most. Whether you resent it or not, take it to the Netherworld, stuffed with complaints!"
Lin Mo's gaze was ice-cold as a wave of Gang Qi pierced through a dozen spaces, shaking everything, splitting Gan Rong's body into ten pieces, dead beyond death.
Seeing this, the remaining members of the Twelve-story Building shook in terror, falling to their knees.
"Please give us a way out; it was all the Tower Master's doing, not us!"
"Yes, yes, yes... we never intended to offend you, it was just that the Tower Master, out of his mind, repeatedly sought revenge for his son, he truly deserved death, it really wasn't our fault!"
The remaining crowd begged for mercy, but Lin Mo swept a cold glance at them, saying, "If your spines were a bit sturdier, maybe I'd have spared you!"
After saying that, Lin Mo's palm slowly lifted, filling the members of the Twelve-story Building with terror. They didn't want to die, but death was imminent, and they had no say.
Boom!
The Handprint struck, turning everything to dust, and as for those people, they were obliterated without a trace under Lin Mo's palm.
Soon, the entire great hall returned to silence—not because it was quiet, but because everyone inside had died, leaving not a soul behind.