Lin Mo had smashed the steel knife with a single slap, killing Li Mingjun on the spot, leaving the entire banquet hall in eerie silence.
Some marveled at Lin Mo's strength, astonished that he could shatter a steel knife with his hand. Others were shocked that Lin Mo dared to kill someone.
Only Du Li felt a chill in his heart; though there were others in Huaxia with Lin Mo's strength, the decisiveness with which Lin Mo wielded his power truly astounded him.
In this era of technology, where nuclear weapons suppress the world, even Super Martial Artists, Magic Masters, and Superpower Pioneers would fear the weapons of leading nations and would not lightly break social rules.
But knowing Li Mingjun's identity, Lin Mo had still killed him without hesitation. This kind of decisiveness was not something an ordinary Martial Artist possessed.
The man from Han Country held the broken half of his long blade, stunned on the spot, while the woman from Han Country next to him also showed a look of surprise.
Neither of them glanced at Li Mingjun, who lay dead on the ground; instead, they watched Lin Mo in horror.
The long blade in the man's hand, although not a famous one from Han Country, was forged through hundreds of hammers using titanium steel and was renowned in the Martial Arts World of Han Country. Yet just now, it had been shattered by the white, jade-like palm of the young man in front of him!
Moreover, Lin Mo had slapped it head-on, his palm making contact with the sharp blade. When they collided, a clang of metal on metal rang out, making it sound as though the blade had struck an iron block.
"Could he be one of Huaxia's Strong People?" the man from Han Country wondered secretly.
The Strong People of Huaxia, who major in cultivating their bodies, are rumored to have bodies as strong as steel and gold at the peak of their cultivation, fearless even in the face of direct attacks from shells.
Similar to the Yogic Grandmasters of India, the Masters of Ancient Muay Thai from Thailand, and the Masters of Brazilian Jiu-Jitsu, all are experts in physical cultivation.
"Do you still seek revenge for him?" Lin Mo raised his head, his gaze indifferently meeting the eyes of the man and the luxuriously dressed woman from Han Country.
Lin Mo had noticed earlier that after he had killed Li Mingjun, these two did not seem as furious or saddened as he had expected. It appeared that they were not Li Mingjun's subordinates.
"Sir, may I have the honor of knowing your name?" the man from Han Country asked Lin Mo.
"Lin Mo," Lin Mo replied, then added, "I have another name—Lin Tanyu, which you may have heard of."
Upon hearing Lin Mo's words, others were confused, but the man and woman from Han Country suddenly looked taken aback.
"Could you be Lin Tanyu who slew the three Martial Gods at the Top of Lijiang?" the man from Han Country asked, his face filled with shock.
"Lin Tanyu?"
These names were far too unfamiliar to the elites of high society gathered here.
Only those from the Martial Arts World knew the significance of the name Lin Tanyu.
"Do you two still seek revenge?" Lin Mo asked them coolly, not wanting Lin Shanshan to see him kill someone in front of her.
"We would not dare to, not in a thousand lifetimes. Li Mingjun offended you, sire, and deserved his death," the man from Han Country said, bowing respectfully.
The expressions of others were once again filled with shock. These two had arrived at the banquet with Li Mingjun, seemingly his subordinates, but now that Li Mingjun had been killed by Lin Mo, they even said his death was well-deserved?
The way everyone looked at Lin Mo changed once again; what he had shown earlier was the strength of the strong, but now he had made others bow their heads, showing a power that came from his status. Could it be that he held an even more incredible identity?
Not only were Du Li and Ma Yan bewildered, but Du Feiyu, Be, Du Jie, Du Xueqi, and Du Ruoxi were also utterly perplexed.
"Who are you, really?" Du Ruoxi asked, frowning with curiosity in her eyes.
"He Shouming has met Mr. Lin!"
"Mr. He Jingxing pays his respects to Mr. Lin!"
At that moment, an elder and a middle-aged man walked out from the crowd, bowing deeply at ninety degrees towards Lin Mo.
"Grandfather, Father." He Wuxue also stepped forward, her crystal-clear eyes shimmering with a gleam of admiration as she looked at Lin Mo, her gaze filled with reverence.
"Mr. Wei Jingshou pays his respects to Mr. Lin!"
"Mr. Wei Zifa has seen Mr. Lin!"
At this time, the head of the Wei Family, Wei Jingshou, and the elder Wei Zifa also came forward, standing in front of the He Family and bowing respectfully with clasped hands.
Han Qingzi covered her mouth and stared unblinkingly at Lin Mo. Compared to him, her so-called rich second-generation boyfriend was but a faint glow of decaying grass against the bright moonlight in the sky.
Du Li and Ma Yan were taken aback.
Du Feiyu and others had their faces alternately flushing and turning pale.
They had thought that Lin Mo was hiding on the deserted island to escape the pursuit of the Wei Family, only to realize that the Wei Family seemed to have known Lin Mo's identity; otherwise, why would they show such respect?
Wei Jingshou had personally seen Lin Mo battle the Old Green Dragon and the Great Elder of the Joy Sect. Lin Mo could even slay an Advanced Martial God; after disappearing for several days, it seemed likely that the Great Elder of the Joy Sect had also been slain by Lin Mo in the sea.
Such a monstrous figure was indeed the King of the Martial Arts Qingyun List, rightfully so!
"I forgot one thing, I said I would kill Du Chengwen, but only in front of you Du Family members," Lin Mo suddenly said in a cold voice.
Du Li and Ma Yan shuddered.
Lin Mo released his Divine Sense, surveying the entire cruise ship and found that Du Chengwen was in a private room, calling over a group of provocatively dressed and scantily clad women, engaged in some adult-only games.
"Kill!"
Lin Mo's Divine Sense transformed into a sharp arrow and directly penetrated into Du Chengwen's brain, extinguishing his soul.
"Mr. Du, don't touch indiscriminately, it tickles," a woman with long flowing hair coyly laughed, suddenly realizing that Du Chengwen's eyes were wide open, the light in his eyes fading as she screamed and fell from the sofa to the floor in fright.
"Mr. Du is dead!"
The women in the private room immediately screamed.
Inside the banquet hall, a man dressed like a butler hurriedly ran over from the private room, "Mr. Du, young master Chengwen has died suddenly..."
Du Li and Ma Yan were dumbfounded.
The rest felt a chill down their spines; Lin Mo was still standing in the banquet hall, and yet Du Chengwen, seeking pleasure in the upstairs room, had been killed by Lin Mo's curse from afar.
Du Feiyu, and others felt ice-cold; these so-called socialites, moreover, had their pupils slightly contracted, revealing a trace of fear.
In modern society, there are modern rules, but Lin Mo killing you from afar with a curse, even the police coming could find no evidence—how could these people not be afraid? You compete with others in wealth, power, and connections, but others could just curse you from afar without you even seeing them.
If such a person isn't terrifying, what is?
"Who... who are you really?" Du Li, the Family Head of the Du Family, still managed to keep a trace of shock, staring intently at Lin Mo.
Lin Mo, however, looked at Lin Shanshan, a faint smile appearing on his face, "Shanshan, it's Brother Xiao Mo's fault for not telling you my true identity, otherwise how could the Du Family have pressured you."
Everyone was staring intently at Lin Mo. As Lin Mo scanned the room, where his gaze passed, everyone bowed their heads. "I am Lin Tanyu, the King of the Qingyun List!"