Chapter 127: Terror
Xu Jing was horrified!
The Dragon Slayer’s strength was simply too overwhelming for him to withstand.
A tremendous impact slammed straight into him. Suspended in midair, Xu Jing could already feel his entire right arm going numb.
That terrifying force traveled through his right hand and battered his body.
What truly shook him, however, was the wall behind him. If he crashed into it with such immense momentum, his internal organs would undoubtedly suffer severe injury.
Just as Xu Jing was cursing his bad luck inwardly, a gentle force suddenly enveloped his body from behind.
That soft force directly helped him neutralize the violent power surging toward him.
Xu Jing slowly descended to the ground. Only then did he realize that Mo Han had helped him.
Had his body struck the wall behind him, he would certainly have been seriously injured.
“Brother Han.” Xu Jing looked gratefully at Mo Han.
Mo Han nodded. “You know how weak you are now, don’t you?”
“I do. From now on, I’ll train twice as hard!” Xu Jing said shamefacedly.
Some time ago, Mo Han had led them into a fierce battle against the Zuo family. They had slaughtered the Zuo family members until they fled in all directions, wailing for their parents. That victory had given them the illusion that they were invincible, and many of them had become conceited.
Only now did they realize that the experts outside were far beyond anything people of their level could hope to match.
Take the Dragon Slayer, for example. He was so powerful that Xu Jing was utterly helpless against him.
“Mo Han, I thought you were going to hide like a coward.”
When Qin Changqing saw Mo Han emerge, fury filled his eyes. He glanced at Mo Han, then suddenly shouted, “Hurry over here and pay your respects to Young Master Mo!”
Mo Han looked at Qin Changqing without saying a word.
He could not even be bothered to respond to an insignificant insect.
“I told you to come over here. Didn’t you hear me? Do you expect Young Master Mo to come to you instead? Who do you think you are?” Qin Changqing barked again when he saw Mo Han sauntering over slowly.
“Mo Han, you vile dog! When you beat Li Bing into a vegetable, did you ever imagine that this day would come for you?” Li Xianwu took the opportunity to heap abuse on Mo Han as well.
He knew that if he did not insult Mo Han while he had the chance, there would soon be no opportunity left.
Once Mo Feng made his move, Mo Han would certainly die!
“This day?”
Mo Han looked at Li Xianwu with amusement and sneered. “Yes. I just never imagined that all of you would come together today to deliver yourselves to me.”
“Hmph! Once Young Master Mo sends you to your grave, we’ll see whether you can still be so defiant!” Li Xianwu shouted angrily.
“On the strength of him?” Mo Han pointed at Mo Feng and laughed.
“You worthless cur! How dare you act so insolently in front of me?” Mo Feng glared at him, his eyes filled with murderous fury.
“Wouldn’t it have been better to stay in the north? At least you could have lived a little longer. Yet you had to come all the way to Qian City to seek your death.” Mo Han shook his head.
“How dare you speak to me like that? Has your courage grown fat?” Mo Feng frowned. He had never expected Mo Han to disregard him so completely.
Back when they were still with the family, Mo Han would go out of his way to avoid him. How could he possibly dare to speak to him this way now?
“Seventh Uncle, break one of his dog legs first. Let’s see whether he still dares to act insolently in front of us!” Mo Feng roared furiously. Mo Han’s attitude had completely enraged him.
Today, he not only intended to humiliate Mo Han, but also to make him wish he were dead and yet unable to die.
“Break my leg?”
Mo Han looked at Mo Feng with a mocking smile. “Then let’s see whose leg breaks first.”
“Arrogant!”
The Dragon Slayer snorted coldly and stepped forward. A violent aura instantly radiated from his body.
He seemed like an ancient giant beast, ready to swallow Mo Han alive in a single bite.
Whoosh!
The Dragon Slayer moved!
He was nothing more than a killing machine. He had no emotions and disliked wasting words.
With a light tap of his foot, the ground seemed to tremble. With a thunderous boom, he appeared before Mo Han.
“Trash, accept your fate!”
The Dragon Slayer snorted coldly, disdain filling his eyes as he drove a fist toward Mo Han’s thigh.
Mo Feng had ordered him to cripple one of Mo Han’s legs first, so that was exactly what he intended to do.
Boom!
Suddenly, an overwhelmingly powerful aura erupted.
Mo Han moved as well!
His fist appeared casual and effortless, yet it was like a raging torrent, savage to the extreme.
At such close range, the Dragon Slayer’s expression changed drastically.
He could sense a terrifying danger bearing down on him!
His first instinct was to retreat.
But it was already too late!
Crack!
Mo Han’s fist was faster than the Dragon Slayer’s retreat, more violent, more savage!
It slammed viciously into the Dragon Slayer’s thigh. A sharp crack immediately rang out—the sound of bone breaking.
The Dragon Slayer was sent flying backward. The expression on his face had turned to one of utter shock.
The power behind Mo Han’s punch was horrifying!
He had no doubt that if he had retreated even a fraction slower, his entire right leg would have been smashed apart.
Even so, his entire right leg had gone completely numb, leaving him unable to move it at all.
Too strong!
This abandoned son of the Mo family had far exceeded his expectations.
More than ten years ago, Mo Han had been nothing but a weakling before him.
What had happened to him in Qian City? How had he suddenly become so powerful?
Bang!
The Dragon Slayer’s body crashed heavily into the ground, cracking the surface beneath him.
He stared fixedly at Mo Han, terror in his eyes as he struggled to believe what had happened.
“Mo Feng!”
The Dragon Slayer roared.
He wanted to tell Mo Feng to run.
But before he could get the words out, Mo Han was already standing before him.
How could he be so fast?
How could his speed be so monstrous?
“You want him to escape?”
Mo Han sneered. “Since you’ve come all this way, how could I let any of you get away?”
“Keep dreaming!”
Bang!
Bang!
Bang!
Mo Han struck three times in succession, each blow carrying overwhelming force.
The air itself seemed to explode, faint cracking sounds echoing through the space.
The Dragon Slayer did not even have time to react. His entire body collapsed like a dead dog, instantly losing all ability to fight.
With only three punches, his face had been beaten out of shape. Blood spurted from his mouth, and his body lay limp like a pile of mud.
“Grrr…”
A low growl rumbled from deep within the Dragon Slayer’s throat.
Mo Han’s three punches had beaten even the strength to roar out of him.
Terrifying!
Utterly terrifying!
Mo Feng stood frozen.
He was completely dumbstruck.
How much time had passed? The Dragon Slayer was already down and helpless?
Had even five seconds gone by?
Qin Changqing and Li Xianwu were equally petrified.
This was already the third time!
Each time, they had been filled with absolute confidence, certain that they would witness Mo Han’s tragic death.
Yet the result had disappointed them once again.
This was a powerful expert from the great northern Mo family!
And Mo Han had beaten him into unconsciousness—or worse—with just a few punches!
How could this little bastard be so terrifying?
In this world, was there really anyone capable of bringing him down?