Xin 'er, who was standing by the side, was also dumbfounded.
She did not expect the young poet to be so hot-blooded. But sometimes, hot-bloodedness alone was not enough. That slap would spell big trouble.
Only Bai Xuan of the Holy House had a trace of surprise in her eyes.
She had seen with her own eyes that Li Mu was escorted by Zheng Cunjian. Bai Xuan knew better than anyone what kind of person Zheng Cunjian was. Since he was escorted by Zheng Cunjian like a servant, that plainly dressed young man must have some background. But it was hard to say whether his background and background could shake the power of the Hanshan Academy.
Therefore, she chose not to say anything for the time being.
Soon, the people in the hall came to their senses.
Zhen Yuandao flew into a rage. He pointed at Li Mu, his eyes spitting fire, and bellowed, "How lawless you are! How dare you hurt people in broad daylight? Guards, take this arrogant man down …"
Before his voice died away —
Li Mu stretched out a hand. An invisible gust of wind rolled up Zhen Yuandao and sent him to Li Mu's palm.
Li Mu pinched Zhen Yuandao's neck with one hand and said, "Hurt people? Humph. "
"Crack!"
Li Mu twisted his wrist and broke the neck of the Hanshan Academy's supervisor.
"Ho, ho, ho, ho …" Zhen Yuandao let out a sound like a dying beast. His body twitched like a dog with a broken spine, and his eyes were filled with the last glimmer of terror.
Never in his wildest dreams did he expect that Li Mu was not a weak scholar but an expert. Moreover, Li Mu really dared to kill people on such an occasion.
Death swept over him like a tide.
He was filled with hatred and regret.
But there was no cure for regret.
Because of a moment of greed, Zhen Yuandao wanted to take advantage of his status to steal someone else's name and poem. But he ended up like this. With endless regret and fear, Zhen Yuandao finally breathed his last.
"Clatter!"
Li Mu casually tossed Zhen Yuandao's body to the ground.
"Kill!"
The whole process was smooth and unhurried, but it did not give the people in the hall any time to react.
At this moment, the entire hall was completely silent, as though it was a sea of dead people.
If the crowd had been infuriated by the fact that he had sent Lin Qiushui flying earlier, then the fact that he had killed Zhen Yuandao had instilled fear into the crowd.
Those disciples of the Hanshan Academy who had been trying their best to fan the flames were now shivering in the crowd, as if they were grieving the death of their parents. All of them covered their mouths with their hands, for fear of making a sound that would attract the attention of this teenager.
It was also at this moment that everyone came to their senses. This young man wasn't some weak lamb waiting to be slaughtered. He was clearly a ferocious tiger with sharp claws and teeth — a ferocious tiger filled with killing intent.
That was because the instructors and students of the Academy were all martial arts practitioners. They were not weak scholars. For example, Lin Qiushui was at the Joint-thoughts level, and Zhen Yuandao was at the peak of the Joint-thoughts level and was about to enter the half-step to the Supreme Power Realm.
One was swatted away like a mosquito.
One had his neck broken like a chicken.
"Actually, you're wrong. Not only can I hurt people, I can also kill them."
Li Mu's tone was calm, as if he had just done something very normal.
Then, he turned his eyes to another shameless man, Jia Zuoren, the instructor of the Fengming Academy.
"You …" Jia Zuoren was so frightened that his legs began to tremble. He turned around and was about to flee.
Li Mu waved his hand again and activated the Incantation · Tornado. An invisible tornado force directly rolled Jia Zuoren, who also had the strength of a half-step to the Supreme Power Realm, over and pinched him in his palm.
"You said that you wrote the poem?" Li Mu asked him.
"No, no, no, it's not me." Jia Zuoren was so scared that he was trembling all over. Like a duckling in a storm, he struggled and begged, "I was wrong. I shouldn't have taken advantage of my position to rob you of your fame and poems. Please spare me. Don't kill me. It's Liu Muyang, the bastard, who was afraid that others would bewitch me, so he said you were a powerless foreign scholar who was not worth worrying about …"
The instructor of the Fengming Academy behaved even more shamefully. He confessed everything like pouring beans out of a bamboo tube.
He also regretted it.
He had been hunting wild geese all day long, but this time, he was pecked blind by the geese.
He had been robbing others of their poetry and literature, but this time, he kicked an iron plate.
"Everyone should pay the price for their actions." Li Mu was not swayed by her words.
"If an apology is useful, why do we need the police?"
"If everyone who has done something bad can be forgiven as long as he admits and repents, then the hell will be empty, won't it?"
"No, no, no, spare me. Help … help me …" Jia Zuoren looked at Hua Xiangrong and said, "Master Hua, I was wrong. Master Hua, please help me. Please, I won't dare to do it again. I …"
Hua Xiangrong looked at Li Mu.
At this moment, her heart was extremely complicated.
She suddenly found that she could not understand Li Mu all of a sudden.
"Is he unparalleled in poetry, like an elegant childe in the turbid world?"
"Or is he a ruthless madman who kills without blinking?"
Previously, when he entered her boudoir, he was a little embarrassed, blushed, and shy.
But now, in the face of the public's condemnation, he was not afraid at all. He easily killed a famous guider of the Hanshan Academy, and a famous figure of the Fengming Academy, another literary force in Chang 'an City, was in his hands …
"Which one is the real him?"
But no matter what, Hua Xiangrong still wanted to persuade Li Mu.
After all, he had already offended the Hanshan Academy. If he offended the Fengming Academy as well, the consequences would be unimaginable.
However, Li Mu directly interrupted her and said, "Rong 'er, today, if you are just an ordinary scholar who can't fight back, do you need me to tell you what will happen to you? These people are vicious and shameless. They not only robbed others of their poetry and literature, but also tried to frame me and put me to death. You should know that you should never repent. You can't be soft-hearted to such shameless people. "
Then, with a crack.
Li Mu mercilessly twisted Jia Zuoren's neck and threw him beside Zhen Yuandao's body like a dead pig.
That scene was quite ironic. The two people who had racked their brains to make a name for themselves finally died together.
At that time, the people in the hall were already trembling.
No one expected that the ordinary-looking young man turned out to be a murderous devil who killed people like killing dogs.
Even Bai Xuan, who had prepared herself for it, was shocked speechless.
The knowledgeable Madam Bai did not expect Li Mu's counterattack to be so fierce and violent. She wanted to stop it, but it was too late.
Someone died in the Holy House, and the status of the victim was not low. Such a thing could not be kept a secret, so they had to report it to the government.
Bai Xuan turned around and said something to her confidant, Madam Sang.
With his keen senses, Li Mu saw and heard what Bai Xuan said in a low voice, but he did not stop her.
He was not a real murderer. Bai Xuan's choice was what a normal person would do.
"You …" Liu Muyang of the Fengming Academy felt a chill all over his body. He was extremely horrified and turned around to leave.
Li Mu grabbed Liu Muyang in the air as if he was catching a chicken. Then, he clutched Liu Muyang's neck and said, "You're not a good guy either. You're a scholar. You've learned so much that you'll only harm people if you live. You'd better die …"
For some reason, after he reached the primary level of the first level of the Xiantian Skill, Li Mu's mind suddenly became unprecedentedly clear. His perspective of thinking and looking at things was completely different from before. He became decisive in killing, no longer as soft-hearted and overcautious as before.
"No, I was wrong. Spare me …" Liu Muyang was so scared at that moment that he wailed desperately.
Bai Xuan, who was standing by the side, could not help but say, "Young Master, please show mercy … Forgive people when possible. Why do you have to kill him?" She had to speak. If she still did not care about the death of another person, her position as the head of the Holy House would probably come to an end.
"Young Master, please show mercy." Hua Xiangrong also said.
She was not pitying Liu Muyang, but thinking for Li Mu's sake. He could not make the same mistake again. If he killed more people, the government would definitely put him on the wanted list. At that time, how could he escape in such a big world?
Li Mu glanced at Bai Xuan and said with a faint smile, "When they persecuted me, I didn't see Mrs. Bai plead for me." After that, before Bai Xuan could explain, he looked at Hua Xiangrong and said, "Well, for the sake of Rong 'er, I won't kill anyone tonight."
When Hua Xiangrong heard that, she felt a little sweet for no reason.
"He can still listen to me."
Bai Xuan wanted to explain something, but she could not open her mouth, because what Li Mu said was the truth.
"However, you can be spared from death, but you can't escape punishment." As Li Mu said, a force of thunder and lightning came out of his palm and poured into Liu Muyang's body, directly disintegrating his internal qi in the Joint-thoughts level, which was equivalent to destroying his internal qi. Then, Li Mu slapped Liu Muyang and directly sent him flying.
Bang!
Like a dead pig, Liu Muyang fainted on the floor of the hall.
"And you, fishing for fame, pretending to be arrogant, but in fact, you are a villain. You don't have the demeanor and bearing that a madman should have at all. You are narrow-minded and jealous of talents. You deserve to be beaten." Li Mu slapped in the air.
Crack!
The arrogant Song Qingfei was slapped by an invisible force, flew backward, knocked over several tables and chairs, and also fainted on the floor.
"And you, a scumbag with a bad character, a troublemaker, and a bootlicker. How dare you call yourself a scholar? What a waste of the books of sages." As Li Mu spoke, he threw another slap in the air.
The invisible force directly slapped on the face of the short scholar from Hanshan Academy, making his cheek swollen and all his teeth fall out. He flew backward for more than ten meters and fainted on the floor.
In the hall, everyone was in danger.
This was settling the score after autumn.
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