Chapter 694: This is How the Character for Death is Written!

Han Xiu, come out and meet your death!

The voice thundered, echoing throughout Demon City.

Everyone was shocked, looking up toward the end of the road.

There, a young man and woman arrived hand in hand. The man was handsome and dashing, while the woman possessed an ethereal grace. They looked like a divine couple. But the intense killing intent emanating from the young man could not be concealed.

It was Lin Mu and Qin Luoli.

"You audacious scoundrel! How dare you cause trouble on Han Family territory? Do you have a death wish?" Someone from the Han Family immediately jumped out, pointing at Lin Mu and cursing, "You blind fool! Don’t you see where you are?"

However, no sooner had his words fallen than a figure appeared before him, grabbed his neck, and lifted him into the air.

"A member of the Han Family?"

Grasped by Lin Mu, the man’s face filled with terror. He struggled with all his might and threatened, "It doesn’t matter who I am! You’d better let me go, or I’ll kill you!"

CRACK!

Lin Mu’s hand suddenly tightened, snapping the man’s neck.

Clean, decisive, and ruthless. Everyone was stunned.

Casually tossing the corpse aside, Lin Mu stated indifferently, "Aside from the Han Family, anyone else who doesn’t want to die had better get lost!"

Today, he wouldn’t spare a single member of the Han Family. As for anyone else who wished to court death, Lin Mu didn’t mind slaughtering them as well.

"What an arrogant brat, daring to kill on Han Family ground!" The Patriarch of the Han Family roared in fury. "Security, cripple this boy and hang his corpse up for me!"

"Yes!"

Several security guards charged at Lin Mu, but they were no match for him. With a series of sickening splatters, they were reduced to a bloody mist.

HISS!

Seeing the guards’ gruesome deaths, many onlookers turned pale and subconsciously took a few steps back.

"Damn it! He’s tired of living!" The Patriarch of the Han Family grew even more furious, roaring, "Get more men! Shred this brat and feed him to the dogs!"

This time, a dozen men in black suits rushed out, their eyes fixed on Lin Mu. A heavy Evil Qi clung to them; they were clearly desperados with blood on their hands.

"Go!"

The burly men exchanged a glance and swarmed forward. As they charged, steel knives appeared in their hands, as if they truly intended to chop Lin Mu into pieces.

Lin Mu, however, just sneered and flicked his finger.

PFFT! PFFT! PFFT!

One after another, the men fell, each with a bloody hole in their forehead.

This time, even the Patriarch of the Han Family was slightly startled.

"So, he’s a martial artist. He’s got some skills!" The Patriarch of the Han Family sneered and turned to Han Xiu. "King of Men, this may require your personal attention."

"There’s no need for the King of Men to act against such an ant. Allow me to slay him!" a black-clothed old man chuckled. His figure flickered and reappeared in front of Lin Mu.

"Boy, you dare cause trouble on the King of Men’s joyous day? I’ll make you regret being born!"

As his voice fell, the old man threw a punch straight at Lin Mu’s head. The punch was incredibly fast, arriving in the blink of an eye.

However, before his fist could land, it was caught firmly by a large hand.

"Say that again." Lin Mu watched the old man coolly, his killing intent surging.

Having his punch caught in front of so many people, the old man’s face turned ugly. With a roar of humiliation and rage, he desperately circulated his True Qi, trying to pull his hand back. But he failed.

"You..."

Just as shock appeared on the old man’s face, he saw a large hand slam down.

SLAP!

The palm struck the old man’s face with immense force, instantly turning his head into a bloody mist.

Silence. A deathly silence.

Everyone watched in shock, unable to process what they had seen. On King Han Xiu’s day of celebration, someone had not only come to cause trouble but had also killed over a dozen people, including two of Han Xiu’s Old Servants. If word of this got out, what would become of the Han Family’s reputation? What would become of the King of Men’s prestige?

"He’s got some skills." Han Xiu’s eyes narrowed, the sullen look within them growing more intense.

"King of Men, let me kill him!" another old man declared, his eyes filled with killing intent. He already saw Lin Mu as a dead man.

"This man’s Cultivation Level is not weak. Spare his dog’s life for now," Han Xiu said indifferently. "Ask him if he’s willing to be my dog. If he refuses, it won’t be too late to kill him then."

"Yes!" The old man nodded grimly and walked toward Lin Mu.

CRACK! CRACK!

With each step, his feet left clear, three-inch-deep footprints in the hard ground.

Seeing this, a look of respect appeared in the crowd’s eyes. The King of Men truly lived up to his name; even one of his Old Servants possessed such terrifying strength.

"Brat, if you don’t want to suffer, kneel and accept your death!" the old man snarled, stopping ten paces from Lin Mu. His aura, however, grew even more fierce and violent.

"Lin Mu..." Qin Luoli was slightly nervous. After all, this was the Han Family. And that was Han Xiu.

"Don’t be afraid. I’m here." Gently patting the back of Qin Luoli’s hand, Lin Mu took a step forward, instantly appearing before the old man.

"So you like being a dog, is that it?" As his voice fell, Lin Mu’s palm struck down. "Then go wait in Hell! I’ll send Han Xiu down to join you, and you can continue being his dog!"

Facing Lin Mu’s palm, the old man sneered.

"You were offered a chance and refused it!" he roared, and a terrifying Internal Energy, nearly matching that of a Martial Arts Grandmaster, erupted from his body. "How dare you be so arrogant in front of me? It seems you don’t know how the word ’death’ is written!"

His withered hand shot out, trying to grab Lin Mu’s wrist. However, the moment he touched Lin Mu’s hand, the old man’s expression changed dramatically. The power in his opponent’s hand was so terrifying it made his heart pound with fear.

Hmph, I refuse to believe a brat like you could be stronger than me!

The old man roared in his heart, enveloping his palm with Internal Energy and pushing with all his might.

"Hmm?"

It didn’t budge. As he looked up, he saw a face filled with killing intent.

"Scram!"

Lin Mu’s palm strike was unstoppable. It shattered the old man’s arm before slamming heavily into his chest.

SPURT!

A mouthful of blood, mixed with chunks of his internal organs, sprayed from the old man’s mouth as his body flew backward. Before he even hit the ground, his body broke apart, the pieces scattering across the ground.

Incredibly, they formed the ghastly shape of the character for "death"!

"That’s how ’death’ is written. A pity you can’t see it."

Lin Mu’s cold gaze swept over the crowd. His indifferent words sent an involuntary shiver down everyone’s spine. "I’ll say it again: apart from the Han Family, everyone else get lost!"

WHOOSH!

Everyone scrambled back, terrified that Lin Mu’s wrath might turn on them.

This time, even Han Xiu’s expression changed slightly. As Lin Mu walked toward him step by step, everyone in his path retreated in terror.

"Enough!" At the critical moment, the Patriarch of the Han Family stepped forward with a grim face, blocking Lin Mu’s path. "Kid, who in the world are you? Waging a massacre on my Han Family’s territory, do you think we have no one left to oppose you?"

Lin Mu completely ignored the Patriarch, his expressionless gaze fixed on Han Xiu.

"Han Xiu, I’ll give you one last chance. Get over here and meet your death!" An icy killing intent shot into the sky, churning the clouds. "Otherwise, I will wipe out your entire Han Family today!"