"Sorcerer, please take action!" At this point, Xia Hao seed to have no interest in talking to Chu Mo anymore. He turned to Yin Ming and said with folded fists, "Kill him without question!"
Yin Ming's brows furrowed, a cold killing intent flashed in his eyes. In a blink, he appeared in front of Chu Mo. A glint of icy light erged from his hand, revealing his weapon - a tiny sword, no bigger than a palm!
The sword may be small, but the aura it radiated was astoundingly powerful, and it was aid straight at Chu Mo's face.
This tiny sword was crafted from rare materials that Yin Ming spent over ten years seeking. It wasn't that he didn't want to forge a long sword; he simply didn't have enough material. Even so, many influential figures envied and coveted this small sword, willing to pay a high price for it.
As Yin Ming faced Chu Mo, he feigned nonchalance and indifference verbally, but deep down, he was very cautious.
To Yin Ming, Chu Mo was an enigmatic boy with myriad puzzling abilities, which perplexed him.
Three years ago, Chu Mo had suddenly risen to prominence. In just one year, he had dramatically affected world affairs. Moreover, he had a mysterious and unfathomable master. Many speculated that Chu Mo had died from severe injuries after his abrupt disappearance two years ago.
Yet Yin Ming was certain that Chu Mo was still alive!
As it turned out, his intuition was right.
Not only that, but Chu Mo's aura, two years later, was astonishingly more potent than before.
Even the most prodigious youth couldn't have experienced such drastic changes within only two years.
Therefore, when Yin Ming made his move, he used all his power.
He had no intention of capsizing in the gutter!
When he decided to kill, he was resolute - strike to kill in one shot!
"Die!"
Yin Ming roared from his throat.
His voice bood like thunder, causing guards nearby to bleed from their ears and noses, their faces contorted in terror.
Xia Hao felt his internal organs churn violently, his face turned pale as he retreated, surrounded by his guards.
Chu Mo seed to be stunned, rely standing there unmoving.
At first, Yin Ming had thought as much. But then… he noticed sothing amiss. The handso young man's face in front of him bore no trace of fear, his eyes were incredibly clear, almost as if he was looking at Yin Ming mockingly.
"How dare he feign calm at death's doorstep…" Yin Ming gritted his teeth and fully activated the primordial force within him. His whole body was enveloped by an incredibly intense aura!
He was determined to defeat Chu Mo in one hit!
The chilling intent of murder from the small sword was now inches away. At this mont, Chu Mo finally moved!
By this ti, Yin Ming was committed to his stroke. Even if he wanted to change his move... it was too late!
Chu Mo dodged the strike with the illusionary speed of his step, turned his head to one side, and the tiny sword that Yin Ming was sure would hit, skimd Chu Mo's cheek and missed!
"That's impossible!" A raging storm surged in Yin Ming's heart, but his reaction was just as swift.
As a mighty figure at the innate realm pinnacle in the Mortal Realm, it was obvious that Yin Ming possessed an extrely resilient ntality.
Yin Ming, holding the tiny sword, thrust it horizontally towards Chu Mo's face…
Chu Mo gave a cold snort, and casually threw a punch - Man Fist of the Three Talents Boxing Technique.
It landed squarely on Yin Ming's heart.
Bam!
This punch landed firmly, it didn't miss at all.
A punch launched later but arriving first, has smashed into the target.
Crack!
The ribs, pulverized by Chu Mo's punch.
The mighty heart of the person at the Innate stage, shattered into countless pieces of flesh!
Yin Ming's eyes bulged out suddenly, just like a goldfish's eyes, becoming exceptionally large.
Then, a mouthful of fresh blood gushed out from his throat.
Without uttering a single word, he was killed in one punch by Chu Mo. His body fell directly to the ground. After a couple of unconscious convulsions, he was completely dead.
All this happened in the blink of an eye.
The speed was so fast that it only took the mont Xia Hao and others retreated in shock. But when they steadied themselves, what they saw... was the scene of Yin Ming's death!
"Ah!" Xia Hao scread in shock, his legs giving way and he dropped to his knees.
Regardless of his character, Xia Hao, the Third Prince of Great Xia, is after all a fierce general on the battlefield, not a coward who hasn't seen blood. But now, he was genuinely terrified to the point of losing his soul.
Patriarch Yin Ming, a lofty figure at the Innate stage, was killed in one punch by Chu Mo.
If soone had told him this beforehand, he wouldn't believe it even if he'd been beaten to death.
With Xia Hao behaving like this, those guards were even more terrified. They dropped their weapons and knelt on the ground, not daring to move!
This is power!
Chu Mo took a cold look at Xia Hao, and with a wave of his hand, took hold of Yin Ming's tiny sword. Without a glance, he aid at Xia Hao and a long stream of sword energy erupted instantly from the small sword.
This sword energy, ford by condensing pure primordial energy, directly chopped off Xia Hao's legs below the knees. His severed legs were then slashed to pieces...
"When I say I'll break your dog legs, I'll break your dog legs! Xia Hao, tell your father to take care of himself. Don't force to personally lead an attack against my old country!" After saying this, Chu Mo vanished from the palace in a flash.
Only a long while later did a miserable howl echo through the palace: "My legs..."
Then, Chu Mo paid a visit to the Xu Family, and t with Xu Zhongliang, who was about to step down as the current Cabinet Chief. They had a short conversation before Chu Mo apologized and took his leave.
Next, Chu Mo visited Fang Mingtong's ho and had a chat with the Marshall who was originally about to step down, but now might not. After discussing certain matters, he took his leave.
Finally, Chu Mo visited Prince Xia Jing's residence.
Prince Xia Jing was still unaware of what had happened in the royal city. As a matter of fact, this prince who once held the most power in Great Xia, had not been involved in governnt affairs for a long ti. He was busy playing with his newly-born children at ho, happily living his life as a rich landlord.
"Young Master Chu... it's you? You, you are still alive? Haha, that's great! Quickly, quickly, prepare the best wine and food! Today, I'm going to have a good drink with Young Master Chu!"
Upon seeing Chu Mo, Xia Jing was very happy, it was evident that this prince had truly let go of his previous burdens and pressures; he didn't display any air of royalty.
"Your Highness, I ca to see how you are doing and to see if you have fully recovered." Chu Mo said with a smile, "There's no need to go through any trouble, I'm just here for a while."
Chu Mo had a bit of sentint towards Xia Jing. When Chu Mo treated Xia Jing's illness, he exploited him rcilessly. The poison antidotes that his master, Demon Lord used to concoct, were largely thanks to Xia Jing. Otherwise, Chu Mo would not have known when he could have gathered the required materials.
To Chu Mo's delight, from the ti he recovered from his illness, Xia Jing's personality had greatly changed. He gave up the struggle for power completely, becoming much kinder, at least he won't harm anyone anymore.
So, before leaving, Chu Mo thought of seeing him one more ti, and also to give him a few instructions. (Stay tuned, to be continued. If you like this work, please vote for it on qidian. Your support is my greatest motivation. Mobile users, please go to m.qidian to read.)
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