"Feng'er!!"
Seeing this, Murong Zhou clenched his fists, staring at Lin Mo with eyes filled with blood-red hatred, wishing he could tear Lin Mo into pieces.
"Lin Mo, you killed my son, this vengeance is irreconcilable!!"
"I, Murong Zhou, swear that I will tear you into a thousand pieces!!"
Lin Mo, with one hand in his pocket, looked on indifferently, "Pity you won't have that chance."
As his words fell, Lin Mo lightly raised his hand and a gust of Gang Wind instantly toppled Murong Zhou.
He was sent flying like he'd been struck by a rocket, crashing into a large tree behind him, shattering the trunk on impact. As for him, his body was torn apart—dead beyond any doubt!
"Devil... You're a devil!!"
"You... stay away from me!!"
Murong Ming had been scared stiff from earlier, now sitting on the ground, continuously crawling backward, his pupils filled with terror.
Lin Mo stood with his hands behind his back, looking at him impassively: