Flowers Bloom in 19 States

Two years ago, the mere fifteen-year-old scion of the Lin family, in front of the colossal behemoth that is the Murong clan, made a vow!
Two years later, no one knows what he has gone through, but from the moment of his return, he radiates a brilliance that seems to compete with heaven and earth!
(Note: The protagonist of this book is very aloof, cold, and passionate. Those who like to read about a military king's ambiguous romances and flirts, please bypass this one.)

Urban Powerhouse: Chaos Supreme

As he finished speaking, Zhuo Qianjun fiercely stamped on the ground, and the spot where he stood immediately cracked open extensively.


Then, with a fixed gaze, he was already in front of Lin Mo.


He raised his hand and threw a punch straight at Lin Mo.


As for the five-foot longsword he wore on his back, he did not draw it for attack; in his view, killing Lin Mo didn't require it.


The momentum of this punch was like the collapse of Mount Taishan and the falling of the sun and moon.


Even a Martial Arts Grandmaster might have been smashed into pieces and left bleeding profusely by this punch.


But Lin Mo appeared rather indifferent, as if he harbored no fear of Zhuo Qianjun's punch, his icy face retaining its initial calm.


Seeing this, Zhong Tianfu's face suddenly sneered coldly, "This kid is so arrogantly confident, he has no idea who he's really up against, and how powerful they are. He'll surely regret it immensely once he's in Hell!"


Chapter 143: Regard Him as an Ant