"You brat, you're doomed!"
"Ha ha ha… Under the One Strike Style of my Jing Shang Family, you won't even have a chance to scream."
Lin Mo glanced at him coldly, "With that trash of yours?"
Jing Shang Jie's face darkened completely, "Boy, keep being arrogant for a little while longer, soon you'll know the pain of having your corpse torn apart!"
The next second, Jing Shang Jie lifted the sharp katana in his hand.
Swoosh!!
Instantly, sword shadows crisscrossed, tearing the space apart as if it were sliced open, the overlapping layers of sword light bearing down oppressively.
Then, it furiously descended towards Lin Mo, like a sword from the heavens intending to cut through everything.
Yet Lin Mo stood still, hands clasped behind his back, unmoved.
"Ha ha ha ha… Boy, are you scared stiff? Knowing you can't escape, you can only wait for death!"
"If you beg for mercy now, I might consider letting you die a quick death later."