"Sizzle …"
Li Mo's spiritual qi leopard claw caught fire the moment it touched the youth's palm. The youth's Blazing Palm could burn spiritual qi!
It could also be said that Li Mo's cultivation method was too weak compared to the youth's Blazing Palm. That was why it caught fire.
Li Mo's eyes tightened as he watched the flames about to burn his palm.
Then Li Mo's eyes turned blue. Li Mo changed his hand gesture.
Li Mo's arm and fingers lengthened, giving off a strong feeling.
Borrowing the totem's power, the flames on Li Mo's palm dissipated.
Then Li Mo opened his palm and grabbed at the youth's hand.
"Die!"
Seeing Li Mo's movements, the youth roared darkly.
The youth had absolute confidence in his Blazing Palm. An expert in the same realm could contend with him with a weapon.
But if he were to meet his Blazing Palm with his own body, he would die for sure!
But the youth's eyes went wide as he stared at Li Mo as if he was a ghost.
"Sizzle …"
White smoke rose as Li Mo's palm was roasting black.
Li Mo's hand throbbed with pain, but it wasn't so intense that Li Mo could endure it.
But while Li Mo could, the youth couldn't.
The young man only felt that the flame in his palm was about to be extinguished.
In a moment of desperation, the youth tried to pull his hand out, but the youth and Li Mo were in the same realm.
Li Mo used his totem's power, but how could the youth compare to Li Mo?
The youth tried to pull his hand out several times, but to no avail.
Li Mo was waiting for the youth to do the same, but he waited for a long time and nothing happened.
In the end, Li Mo extinguished the flames in the youth's hand. The youth's hand was deformed, then Li Mo threw him out of the house.
Li Mo didn't know how long he would be here, so he treated this place as his home. He wouldn't leave the youth in the house and ruin it.
Thump!
The youth was thrown outside the house. He had lived like a prince, but he had never been beaten like this.
The pain made him roll on the ground, unable to get up for a long time.
The young man's two guards wanted to help him up.
But when the two guards saw Li Mo, they trembled in fear, not daring to help him.
These two guards clearly remembered the scene just now. Just now, these two guards casually walked into the house.
Seeing that Li Mo had just woken up, they dragged him outside.
But when they grabbed Li Mo's arms, Li Mo's body didn't budge.
Then Li Mo moved.
But they weren't the ones pulling, but Li Mo himself.
Li Mo exerted his strength as if he was dragging two children. With each hand, he tossed the two sturdy guards in the Spirit Drawing Realm.
Li Mo stepped on the youth's chest.
The youth was about to get up, but Li Mo's stomp sent him sprawling on the ground.
"What's your name?"
Li Mo crossed his arms and asked in a condescending tone.
"Li … Li Zitian …"
The youth trembled as he spoke. Seeing Li Mo's eyes, he was afraid of him for the first time.
However, this trace of fear quickly disappeared, only to hear Li Zitian's sinister voice said.
"You better let me go!
My father is … "
Li Zitian didn't finish when Li Mo interrupted him.
"I know, Li Yan.
Your Dusk Mountain Stronghold's acting leader. "
"You know and yet you dare treat me like this!
Believe it or not, my father will kill you! "Li Zitian roared.
"Eh?"
Li Mo's face flashed with annoyance at Li Zitian's roar.
Then Li Mo's foot exerted force and with a few cracking sounds, Li Zitian howled in pain.
"Ah …"
In just a moment, Li Zitian's head was covered in sweat.
Li Mo's foot exerted force and broke several of Li Zitian's bones.
Li Mo could stomp Li Zitian to death if he wanted to, as easy as flipping his hand.
Li Mo knew he was invited here by Meng Lin and in Li Yan's heart, he was Meng Lin's man.
Even if Li Mo didn't want to go against Li Yan, Li Yan wouldn't let him go. So Li Mo didn't hold back when dealing with Li Zitian.
"I am afraid of many things, but not threats."
Li Mo calmly said and pulled his foot back, sparing Li Zitian's life.
When Li Mo entered, he heard Li Mo's voice.
"Be honest and don't provoke me."
"Cough, cough …"
The unlucky Li Zitian coughed blood and couldn't utter a word. In the end, Li Zitian left with the help of two guards.
At night, the Dusk Mountain Stronghold's people gathered together, illuminating the mountain.
It was a good thing the mountaintop was big enough for everyone to gather together. They formed several bonfires and sat down.
Li Mo sat next to Meng Lin. Those who could sit in Meng Lin's circle were the old and new elders of Miluo Tribe.
The new elders were in the top ten, while the lower ranked ones didn't have the right to sit here.
Li Mo also caught sight of the Dusk Mountain Stronghold's acting tribe leader, Li Yan. He looked very similar to Li Zitian.
He had a sturdy build, but lacked Li Zitian's flamboyance. Instead, he had a steady demeanor.
"The old tribe leader has returned. Come, brothers, I propose we all raise a toast to the old tribe leader!"
Li Yan raised his cup in joy.
"Yes!
A toast to the old tribe leader! "
"We are happy to see the old tribe leader back!"
"…"
As Li Yan raised his wine cup, the group of elders responded one after another, having been the chief of the Fallen Mountain Village for so many years.
Even Meng Kun and the other elders of the Meng Clan looked at each other, then followed the crowd and raised their wine glasses.
But the old tribe leader, Meng Lin, was slow to raise his cup.
'Oh right, there's still Li Mo.'
And Eggy had long since fallen asleep next to Li Mo, hugging the wine jar.
Li Mo was speechless at the sight of Eggy next to him.
'Really, it's better to drink when you can't!'
Meng Lin cut a piece of meat with a dagger and put it in his mouth.
"The Dusk Mountain Stronghold has only one tribe leader. Always has been.
Why is the old tribe leader the new tribe leader? "
Meng Lin's words caused the tribe members to lower their heads.
Everyone knew Meng Lin was starting to seize power.
Li Yan put his cup down and narrowed his eyes.
A cold glint flickered in Li Yan's eyes. Only Li Mo and the experienced Meng Lin noticed it, no one else.