"Lin Taichu, not only did you kill my Junior Brother today, you also stole his Qiankun Bag. I, Qi Mo, swear that I will make you pay with your life."
Qi Mo's voice was icy and steeped in venom. He was a madman, a madman whose reason had been clouded by hatred.
He truly had no way to avenge himself. Yet he was unwilling to accept it. He did not want to die so easily. He still wanted revenge. He wanted to slaughter everyone here.
He would make them understand the miserable fate of offending Qi Mo. He would torment them one by one and let them taste the agony of a fate worse than death.
"Don't worry. Once I find a suitable opportunity, I'll come looking for you again. But by then, you'll already be a dried corpse. Hahaha." Lin Taichu sneered and turned to leave.
Qi Mo narrowed his eyes slightly, danger flashing within them. He had heard every word Lin Taichu had just said. Lin Taichu would come for him again, and when that time came, he would surely make Qi Mo pay the price. Qi Mo sneered. Lin Taichu was far too arrogant, actually dreaming of killing him.
At this moment, Qi Mo could no longer care about pride or dignity. Only one thought remained in his heart: he had to survive. He absolutely had to survive. Even if he had to risk his life, he would kill Lin Taichu.
Whoosh!
Qi Mo vanished from where he stood, moving at an extreme speed. In the blink of an eye, he appeared behind Lin Taichu and lashed out with his right leg, kicking toward him.
Lin Taichu's expression changed drastically. He had never expected Qi Mo to react so quickly. For a moment, he could not respond