Free Web NovelChapter 1822: Chapter 1819: Killing the Body, Destroying the Heart
Xu Wendong couldn’t help but sigh inwardly after hearing this, Huang Ying’s scheming is truly deep, to have thought of such a venomous plan of Borrow a Knife to Kill Someone.
And Zhao Mo, this foolish romantic, really threw caution to the wind for her, it’s utterly foolish.
"Calling you a cuckold is spot on, others have already moved on, yet you’re still foolishly risking your life for a woman."
"Isn’t this just like being sold out and still helping to count the money?"
Xu Wendong mercilessly mocked, a glint of mockery flashing in his eyes, as if watching a ridiculous farce.
Upon hearing these words, Zhao Mo’s face instantly turned extremely somber. Although he didn’t quite grasp the meaning of "cuckold," he could sense it was definitely not something pleasant.
"What did you say?" Zhao Mo asked coldly, his voice trembling slightly, clearly infuriated by Xu Wendong’s words.
"Nothing much, since you came today, you won’t be leaving." Xu Wendong’s eyes flashed with a hint of lethal intent, thinking that since Zhao Mo was so obstinate, he couldn’t be blamed for being ruthless.
This place was outside Netherworld City, deserted, killing Zhao Mo here would go unnoticed.
Moreover, in everyone’s eyes, he’s just a powerless waste, no one would believe he could kill the elder son of the Zhao Family.
"Heh, you really don’t know your limits." Zhao Mo sneered in anger, extending his palm as strands of yin energy rapidly gathered in his hand, forming a powerful force.
He exuded the mighty aura of the Soul Transformation Realm, coldly laughing, "I’ve recently broken through, I’m now at the Soul Transformation Realm, kid, who do you think you are? Showing off in front of me?"
Having said that, Zhao Mo’s figure flickered, charging at Xu Wendong like a bolt of black lightning, his speed incredibly fast, reaching Xu Wendong in the blink of an eye.
"Bang!"
A loud bang sounded, as Zhao Mo punched, dense yin energy roaring fiercely, seemingly tearing apart the surrounding air.
As the house slaves around witnessed this, joyful expressions appeared on their faces. A Soul Transformation Realm against Xu Wendong was simply overwhelming, this fight would soon be over.
Zhao Mo himself was brimming with smugness, thinking that with his strength and background, once he killed Xu Wendong, Huang Ying would surely view him differently, maybe even fall for him!
Sadly, his perfect plans were mistaken.
Xu Wendong just slightly shifted his body, effortlessly dodging the punch.
"Your speed is too slow." Xu Wendong said in a deep voice, showing a hint of disappointment, as if Zhao Mo’s performance was a letdown.
Witnessing his attack evaded so easily, Zhao Mo’s expression froze, unable to believe what he saw, fury blazing within him.
"You dare court death!" Zhao Mo roared furiously, executing the Zhao Family’s magic — Gale Fist.
Dark yin winds instantly surrounded his fist, these winds like sharp blades slicing through the air.
If hit by this punch, the yin winds would penetrate into the bone marrow, causing lifelong pain even if death was avoided.
The whistling wind fiercely pressing, Zhao Mo was truly determined to kill this time.
Seeing this, Xu Wendong’s face turned grave, knowing he couldn’t be careless this time.
He promptly used the Nine Netherworlds Manual, black light emerging from his palms, imbued with powerful force, as if from the Demon of Hell.
Then, he suddenly reached out, grabbing Zhao Mo’s fist.
"What?" Zhao Mo exclaimed in shock, unable to believe his eyes. His perfectly executed Gale Fist was caught by Xu Wendong so effortlessly.
"Impossible!"
Zhao Mo’s face turned red, trying to withdraw his fist, but felt like Xu Wendong’s hand was like iron pincers, tightly gripping his fist, unable to move.
"Speed is quick, but the power is lacking a bit." Xu Wendong continued evaluating calmly, his voice carrying a hint of composure and detachment, as if critiquing a trivial match.
"Use all your skills, otherwise I might fight back." With that, he lightly released his grip.
Due to excessive force, Zhao Mo fell heavily to the ground, looking utterly disheveled.
His face was full of dirt, hair disheveled, looking quite comedic.
Some house slaves wanted to laugh at this scene but dared not, holding back their expressions, their faces contorted.
"You..." Zhao Mo was furious beyond measure, never expecting to be toyed with like this by a person dubbed as the "Lin Family’s waste."
He was the elder son of the Zhao Family, outstanding among the young generation in Netherworld City, now repeatedly frustrated by Xu Wendong, feeling immeasurably humiliated.
"Out of moves? Then it’s my turn." Xu Wendong raised an eyebrow, his eyes flashing with brilliance, emanating a powerful aura as though enveloping the world in his shadow.
He moved swiftly, appearing right in front of Zhao Mo in the blink of an eye.
Rapidly extending a large hand, he grabbed Zhao Mo’s throat, lifting him high.
This scene terrified the house slaves.
"Master, are you okay!"
"Hold your boldness, quickly release our master."
"Do you know what you’re doing? If you dare harm our master, this won’t end well with your Lin Family!"
The clamor from the house slaves was relentless, faces full of anger and fear, yet Xu Wendong remained unfazed.
"You can kill me, but if I kill you, it’s such a big deal?"
"Today, I’m going to kill your master, what of it?" His voice was filled with intense killing intent, but more so a certain dominance!
With that, Xu Wendong’s grip tightened gradually, Zhao Mo’s face suddenly going pale, his eyes widened with fear and despair.
His legs flailed in the air, hands desperately attempting to pry Xu Wendong’s hand open, finding it utterly futile.
"Don’t kill me..." Zhao Mo strained to utter weak trembling words, no longer displaying his previous arrogance, replaced by deep fear.
"I have no ties with Huang Ying, yet you seek trouble with me, now should I kill you, is there a problem?" Xu Wendong chuckled lightly, showing a mocking smile, seemingly laughing at Zhao Mo’s foolishness.
Suddenly, he blinked, contemplating an even more crushing blow: "You’re fighting for Huang Ying, but Huang Ying is fighting with someone else, I guess right now, Huang Ying’s probably in Lin Feng’s bed."
Once said, Zhao Mo’s eyes widened, filled with shock and rage, seeming like he wanted to eat Xu Wendong alive.
"You... you lie!" He desperately shook his head, unwilling to believe Xu Wendong’s words.
