151: Deliberate conflict

Mo Yuhan moved.

His movements were incredibly fast, yet they gave off a sense of unhurried grace, like flowing clouds and water.

Without dodging or blocking, he simply raised his right hand, seemingly casually.

That black long whip, powerful enough to crack rocks, seemed to willingly offer itself into his hand, its tip precisely caught between two slender fingers!

Snap!

A crisp, light sound, like the fading echo of a breaking string.

All the kinetic energy and Dou Qi contained in the whip tip vanished without a trace the moment it touched those two fingers, like a clay ox entering the sea.

The wild whip shadow came to an abrupt halt, stretched taut, with the other end still in Mo Linglin's hand.

Time seemed to freeze for a moment.

The petulance and impatience on Mo Linglin's face instantly stiffened, replaced by incredulous shock.

She instinctively pulled back hard, but the long whip remained motionless! It was as if it had been welded between the other party's fingers!

“You…!” Mo Linglin was both shocked and angry, her pretty face flushed crimson.

The long whip was one of her most prized weapons, infused with her Samsung Dou Shi's Dou Qi, yet it was so casually pinched by the other party? This was the greatest humiliation to her!

“Let go of it!” She shrieked, her Dou Qi erupting without reservation, the fiery red fire-attribute Dou Qi surging wildly along the whip towards the pinched tip, attempting to force the other party back with scorching heat!

Hiss, hiss…

At the whip tip, the crimson Dou Qi glow flickered, and the air was slightly distorted by the heat. However, the two fingers Mo Yuhan used to pinch the whip tip showed no change in skin color whatsoever.

That flame Dou Qi, capable of melting gold and iron, was silently swallowed and annihilated the moment it touched his fingers by a thin, almost invisible, intangible barrier flowing with a purplish-gold luster.

Mo Yuhan didn't even look at her, his gaze calmly sweeping over the suddenly pale-faced captain of the guards and the butler Mo Lan, finally resting on Mo Linglin, who was slightly panting from effort, her pretty face flushed red.

His voice wasn't loud, but it clearly entered everyone's ears, carrying a chill like an icy spring:

“Is the Mo family’s way of hospitality to condone clan members assaulting people in the street and whipping them in the face?”

“Presumptuous!”

The guard captain finally reacted, both shocked and enraged.

This brat dared to insult the Second Miss so lightly!

He roared, his long saber clanging out of its sheath, the gleaming blade carrying a chilling intent as it slashed directly at Mo Yuhan's shoulder.

This strike was swift and vicious, clearly driven by true anger, aiming to sever the arm of this arrogant fool!

The saber light was like a bolt of silk, tearing through the air!

Mo Yuhan still stood in place, the fingers pinching the whip tip not even loosening.

Facing this fierce strike, he merely shifted his body slightly.

Swish!

The sharp blade grazed past the collar of his simple cloth robe with a dangerous closeness, cutting through empty air.

The gust of wind it created gently ruffled the stray hairs on his forehead.

The guard captain's strike missed, and a warning bell rang wildly in his heart.

Before he could change his stance, a foot wearing ordinary cloth shoes appeared like a Gui Mei at his unguarded side waist.

There was no earth-shattering momentum, just a seemingly light tap.

Pfft!

The guard captain was struck as if by a heavy hammer.

His burly body suddenly arched, his eyes bulged, and a jet of blood mixed with internal organ fragments spurted from his mouth. His entire body flew horizontally like a broken sack, crashing heavily against the stone pillar at the entrance of the inn with a dull thud, then sliding limply down, his life unknown.

The entire inn entrance was deathly silent.

All sounds vanished. The cruel smiles on the faces of the guards who were watching the show froze, instantly turning into terror.

The onlookers were even more silent than cicadas, holding their breath. Butler Mo Lan's pupils suddenly constricted to pinpricks, and his spine was instantly soaked with cold sweat!

Fast! Too fast! Ruthless! Too ruthless!

In a single exchange, the guard captain, a Dou Shi Peak, was left with his life unknown.

And the other party didn't even use any Dou Qi techniques, merely shifting his body and then kicking.

This was definitely not something an ordinary Dou Zhe could do! It might even be… a Great Dou Shi?!

Mo Linglin was completely stunned as well.

Her hand holding the whip trembled slightly. Looking at Mo Yuhan's calm black eyes, which showed no ripples, an uncontrollable chill rose from the bottom of her heart.

For the first time, she truly felt fear.

Beneath the calm exterior of this young man, who seemed even younger than herself, lay a terrifying abyss.

Mo Yuhan's gaze finally rested on Mo Linglin's pretty face, which was filled with terror.

His fingers, pinching the whip tip, tightened slightly.

Crack!

A crisp snap.

That tough long whip, made from refined iron mixed with special demon beast tendons, was actually snapped by his two fingers.

The shock of the whip breaking traveled along the whip to Mo Linglin's hand. She shrieked, instinctively letting go, and stumbled back two steps, clutching half of the broken whip, her pretty face pale, her eyes filled with shock as she looked at Mo Yuhan.

Mo Yuhan casually tossed the broken whip tip onto the ground, as if discarding trash.

He didn't even glance at the guard captain, whose life was unknown, on the ground, his gaze calmly turning to Butler Mo Lan, whose face was ashen and whose forehead was beaded with fine sweat.

“Now, can we talk properly?”

His voice was still calm, but to Mo Lan's ears, it was like a clap of thunder.

Mo Lan's heart pounded. He knew that today, he had truly hit a solid wall.

This young man before him had unfathomable strength and acted ruthlessly and decisively; he was definitely not to be trifled with.

“Misunderstanding! A huge misunderstanding!”

Mo Lan, true to his nature as an old fox, instantly adopted a look of fright and respect. He quickly stepped forward, bowing deeply to Mo Yuhan, his posture extremely low. “This young master, please calm your anger! The Second Miss is young and impetuous, and she offended you. This old servant apologizes to you on behalf of the Mo family! We humbly ask for your magnanimity!”

As he spoke, he sternly gestured to the stunned guards beside him to quickly carry away the unconscious captain and clear the scene.

“Apology?” A hint of faint mockery touched Mo Yuhan's lips. “Can a phrase like ‘young and impetuous’ offset the crime of assaulting someone in the street? The Mo family’s rules truly open my eyes.”

Cold sweat trickled down Mo Lan's forehead, and he bent even lower at the waist: “Young master is right to admonish us! It is this old servant’s failure to properly discipline! I will certainly strictly restrain the Second Miss when we return! Please, young master, be magnanimous and do not stoop to the level of a junior.”

He kept his posture extremely low, and in his words, he even characterized Mo Linglin as a “junior,” elevating Mo Yuhan to a higher position, while also mentioning the Mo family, which was both a sign of weakness and a subtle reminder.

Mo Linglin stood to the side, listening to Mo Lan's subservient words and looking at Mo Yuhan's condescending and indifferent posture. A huge sense of humiliation instantly drowned out her previous fear.

She bit her lower lip tightly, her fingers gripping the broken whip so hard that her knuckles turned white, her pretty face alternating between red and white. Her gaze towards Mo Yuhan was filled with shame, resentment, and a trace of complex emotion, born from being utterly suppressed, that she herself hadn't even noticed.