Sword God Supreme

Chapter 11: Pissed Himself

​"This…"​​

Jiang Feng’s mind blanked. He stood frozen.

​Li Jingxue​ and the other young women nearby also paled, the shock reverberating through them. Everyone in Linfeng City knew the story: Chen Mo, once the undisputed Outer Academy Chief of Bishui Sword Academy, had suffered a catastrophic accident. It stripped him of his cultivation base completely lost, reducing him to a cripple. A mere Live-in Son-in-Law.

Yet now, Chen Mo had just crippled ​Zhang Qiang​ with a single, effortless strike!

"​Zhang Qiang​! Are you alright?" Zhao Tianhua’s face instantly darkened. ​Zhang Qiang​ was one of his most formidable guards, a ruthless fighter at the Blood Moving Realm, Bone Forging Level. Seeing him instantly crippled by Chen Mo was unbelievable.

"Young Master… I… cough!" Hunched against the wall, ​Zhang Qiang’s​ face contorted in agony. He tried to push himself up, only to spew a mouthful of blood before collapsing, unconscious.

Rage, primal and vicious, twisted Zhao Tianhua’s features. "What are you gawking at?!" he roared, snapping his hand down violently. "Move! Kill him!"

His remaining guards exchanged a glance. Then, as one, they surged forward, a wave of lethal intent.

Each guard possessed cultivation, hardened by countless brawls and battles – far from mere novices. Their charge was like crocodiles swarming prey. The sheer, predatory aura of it stole the breath from ​Li Jingxue, Jiang Feng, and the others. Their limbs turned icy, minds wiped blank. Though trained in martial arts since youth, coddled by privilege, they’d never faced such raw, bloody savagery. Their courage shattered instantly under the onslaught of menace.

‘I’ll need to temper ​Lingxue​ properly later,’Chen Mo observed coolly, taking in the scene amidst the chaos. ‘Martial cultivation isn’t just seated meditation. Refining the spirit, forging courage, honing presence… these are indispensable.’

Yet, Chen Mo himself remained utterly composed. Only when the pack was upon him did he finally step forward. His palm shot out.

Thud!

A seemingly casual strike landed with the force of a mountain. The lead guard catapulted backward, smashing a pearwood chair to splinters.

Before anyone could blink, Chen Mo advanced. Each step was punctuated by another guard being hurled aside like a ragdoll.

Crunch!One slammed into the wall, bones snapping.

Crash!Another plowed through a banquet table, showered in food and soup.

Thump!A third simply dropped, foaming at the mouth, knocked cold.

Seven steps. Seven strikes. The opulent private room lay in utter ruin, littered with groaning, broken bodies. The air filled with pained cries. Chen Mo’s movements throughout had been brutally simple: effortless, dismissive palm strikes.

"He… he…" The young women gaped, utterly stupefied. The Live-in Son-in-Law they’d scorned and ignored all evening… was this powerful? Capable of single-handedly crushing an entire squad? It defied all expectation, leaving them dumbfounded.

Jiang Feng felt his scalp prickle. Cold sweat drenched him as he recalled his earlier thoughts of humiliating Chen Mo. Sheer terror gripped him now.

Ignoring the stares thick with disbelief, Chen Mo stopped before Zhao Tianhua. His eyes narrowed slightly, a faint, icy smirk touching his lips. "You. You just said you’d kill me?"

Silence. Absolute and suffocating.

Zhao Tianhua’s face cycled between sickly pallor and furious flush. His eyes held only shock and dazed confusion. He’d been utterly blindsided. His elite guards, defeated by one man? The Chen Mo before him bore no resemblance to the powerless cripple, the joke of a Live-in Son-in-Law he knew. Standing just an arm’s length away, meeting that unfathomably calm gaze, an uncontrollable tide of dread and panic surged through Zhao Tianhua. His body trembled violently.

Yet, years of arrogant bullying had forged a stubborn core. He clenched his jaw. "So what if you can fight, Chen Mo?" he spat, forcing bravado. "Right now, you’re still nothing but a lowly, worthless Live-in Son-in-Law! I am a direct descendant of the ​Zhao Family​!" The mention of his lineage seemed to bolster him. His voice turned sharper, colder. "Go ahead! Hit me! But if you do, the full wrath of the ​Zhao Family​ will hunt you down!"

Zhao Tianhua’s notorious arrogance in Linfeng City stemmed entirely from the ​Zhao Family’s​ shadow. His father was the current ​Zhao​ Patriarch. That was the bedrock of his tyranny. Hearing this threat, ​Li Jingxue, Jiang Feng, and the others felt their hearts sink, realizing the terrifying repercussions that could follow.

"Threatening me?" Chen Mo’s smile widened. It held no warmth.

His hand shot out like lightning, clamping around Zhao Tianhua’s throat. Effortlessly, he hoisted the young master off the floor. Chen Mo’s voice was a soft, deadly murmur. "Go ahead. Say one more word. See if I dare snap your neck."

Agony exploded in Zhao Tianhua’s throat. His face purpled, veins bulging. As Chen Mo’s fingers tightened, he felt darkness encroaching, consciousness slipping away. Death’s breath was cold on his neck. Primal survival instinct triggered frantic, useless thrashing. To the horrified onlookers, Zhao Tianhua dangled like a suffocating insect, life hanging by a thread.

Was Chen Mo actually going to kill him?The thought struck ​Li Jingxue, Jiang Feng, and the girls simultaneously. Their faces blanched further.

"Cat got your tongue?" Chen Mo inquired pleasantly.

Zhao Tianhua’s face contorted grotesquely. He writhed, straining, but kept his lips locked shut. Only raw, abject terror showed in his eyes. For the first time in his pampered life, death felt horrifyingly real and imminent. It threatened to shatter his mind. A visceral certainty screamed: One word, and he’ll break your neck!

Suddenly, Chen Mo’s nose wrinkled. Disgust flickered across his face. He flung his hand open.

Thud!Zhao Tianhua hit the floor hard. There, glaringly obvious on the expensive silk of his trousers, was a spreading, dark stain. Piss.

Witnessing this, ​Li Jingxue, Jiang Feng, and the others were torn between shock and a hysterical urge to laugh. Who could imagine? Zhao Tianhua, the notoriously ruthless bully… scared pissless?

"Friend! Please, show mercy!" A voice rang out urgently from the doorway.

A middle-aged man in rich brocade robes hurried in, bowing hastily towards Chen Mo. "I am Yao Hai, ​manager​ of this ​Immortal Guest Tower. Might you grant this humble servant some face? Spare Young Master ​Zhao​?"

Yao Hai!

​Li Jingxue​ and Jiang Feng’s pupils constricted. They’d heard the rumors: Yao Hai, ​manager​ of the ​Immortal Guest Tower, possessed deep connections and mysterious backing, his establishment frequented only by Linfeng City’s absolute elite.

Yet, shockingly, Chen Mo showed Yao Hai zero deference!

His gaze remained coldly indifferent. "You were nowhere to be found when this trash barged in and caused havoc," Chen Mo stated flatly. "Now that his neck’s in the noose, you show up asking me to back down? Tell me, Yao Hai, is your face truly that valuable? Or do you simply think… Chen Mo is someone easily swayed?"

The words were calm, the refusal absolute.

Yao Hai blinked, visibly taken aback. The ​Li Family’s​ Live-in Son-in-Law, refusing hisface? His eyes swept swiftly over the groaning forms of Zhao Tianhua’s guards littering the floor. A shiver ran down his spine. "Young Master Chen’s admonishment is justified," Yao Hai conceded, his tone instantly turning solemn. "This matter is indeed my fault for arriving too late. Had I been here, such a disturbance would never have been permitted. I implore Young Master Chen’s understanding. In the future, I will personally visit to offer my apologies." He bowed deeply again.

​Li Jingxue​ and Jiang Feng were utterly dumbfounded. Yao Hai’s status in Linfeng City shouldn’t require such… abasement! The situation had spiraled beyond their comprehension.

Chen Mo shook his head. "Apologies are unnecessary. This matter has nothing to do with you. However," his voice sharpened, "if you truly insist on involving yourself… beware of the fire you might draw upon yourself."

Yao Hai’s eyes snapped wide, then narrowed into slits. He scrutinized Chen Mo as if seeing him for the first time. The man before him bore no resemblance to the ridiculed ​Li Family​ Live-in Son-in-Law of legend. The rumors are dangerously wrong!Yao Hai, a veteran of countless storms, instantly recalibrated his judgment.

Chen Mo’s gaze shifted back to the cowering Zhao Tianhua. "I, Chen Mo, act with clear purpose. I repay kindness, I settle grudges. Listen well. I grant you the chance for revenge. But," his voice dropped, chilling the air, "if you choose to grasp it… be prepared to bear the consequences. Weigh them carefully."

With that, he turned, a genuine smile touching his lips as he beckoned towards ​Li Jingxue. "​Lingxue. Let’s go."

The cascade of shocking events had left ​Li Jingxue’s​ mind reeling. "Oh!" she responded automatically, dazed like a sleepwalker, hurrying to his side.

"Still planning to linger?" Chen Mo cast a final glance at Jiang Feng and the other shell-shocked youths.

Exchanging terrified looks, the group scrambled into motion. Staying was unthinkable. They followed Chen Mo out in a daze.

Yao Hai simply watched them leave. Not a word of protest.

Only when their figures vanished did he release a long, low sigh. "Truly worthy of the former Outer Academy Chief of Bishui Sword Academy. The entire city… has vastly underestimated him."

"Young Uncle Yao!" Zhao Tianhua had clambered to his feet, his face a mask of livid fury. "You and my father are old friends! I’ve been humiliated like this! Why didn’t you just detain him?!"

Idiot!Yao Hai cursed inwardly. Outwardly, he offered a pained smile. "Nephew… I dare not provoke such trouble. My advice? Take this matter to your father." Chen Mo’s warning about drawing fire echoed in his mind. This was a blaze Yao Hai wouldn’t touch.

"What?! You’re actually afraidto offend a mere ​Li Family​ Live-in Son-in-Law?!" Zhao Tianhua’s rage boiled over. "Forget I said anything!" he snarled, shoving past Yao Hai and storming out the shattered doorway. He abandoned his injured guards without a backward glance.

Yao Hai didn’t try to stop him. A flicker of pure contempt crossed his face. This spoiled brat… without his father’s shield, he’d have been chopped down years ago!

His mind raced. ​​Li Jingxue has the Li Family.​​Jiang Feng has connections to the ​Dudu Fort​ garrison commander. The others… tangled roots of powerful clans. He snorted mentally. Only a fool would wade into this cesspool!

His gaze swept the room again, lingering on Zhao Tianhua’s groaning, broken guards. A deep puzzle resurfaced. The rumors… Chen Mo’s cultivation base completely lost? What colossal lie had the city swallowed?