The one-armed man's eyes were like lightning as he glanced at the young man outside the hall.
This is the main altar of the 12th floor, and outsiders cannot enter at all.
Who is this strange boy?
How did he get in?
"Huh? You're actually still alive?"
The white-bearded old man stared at Qin Mo for a few times, and soon remembered something.
Not long ago, it was he who sent out the three killers from the Seventh Floor: Death Shi, Ghost Leopard, and Gate Turtle.
The three major life-threatening realms take action and kill a Dao Palace realm. Isn't it easy to capture them?
But Qin Mo is still alive.
Moreover, it also appeared in front of him.
The white-bearded old man thought he had seen a ghost and confirmed it several times.
"It's really this kid!"
The white-bearded old man suddenly frowned.
However, what he was more curious about was how Qin Mo found this place?
The main altar of the 12th floor building is a top secret, and only the owners of each building know about it.
Even if Qin Mo wanted to take revenge, he probably wouldn't be able to figure out how to do it.
"That's all, after all, it is the true successor of Fulong Sect, so it is not surprising that there are some unexpected methods.
It’s just that this kid is too stupid to break into the main altar of the 12th floor alone. Isn’t this asking for his own death?”
The white-bearded old man sneered in his heart.
However, this kind of example was not surprising to him.
Young people are young and full of blood, and their minds are easily dazzled by hatred.
Thanks to a bit of luck, I was lucky enough to escape, so I thought I was the chosen one.
He had killed countless ignorant young men like this.
Qin Mo is just next.
"You know him?"
The one-armed man looked confused.
The white-bearded old man was about to explain when he saw Shi Tiangang and King Heiyou hurriedly stepped forward and knelt down in front of Qin Mo respectfully.
"Welcome to the chief landlord!"
The main hall, which was originally filled with whispers, suddenly fell silent.
Everyone seemed to be frozen, blinking their eyes and looking at the two Black You Kings who were kneeling in worship.
Are these two guys crazy?
Has the delusion reached this point?
He actually knelt down to a teenage boy and claimed that he was the main poster?
"Shi Tiangang, King Black You, you are considered big bosses, but you actually appointed a little kid as the chief building owner. Do you really want us to laugh out loud?"
The crowd burst into laughter.
The white-bearded old man looked even more disdainful, "I thought the chief building owner you were waiting for was a senior member of the organization, but it turned out to be just a true disciple of the Fulong Sect. It's really disappointing."
"I'm not afraid to tell you that this kid has been included in my must-kill list in the seventh floor. If my people hadn't missed him, he would have been dead."
Upon hearing this, Qin Mo's face turned cold, and a trace of murderous intent flashed in his eyes.
This is the guy who ordered the three dead men to assassinate him.
"I would like to advise you all to quickly surrender to the chief landlord."
The Black You King looked at everyone with cold eyes.
"Haha, I'm the first to refuse to accept that this kind of trash wants to be our chief landlord."
The one-armed man raised his sword and shouted.
Qin Mo narrowed his eyes slightly, and a sword energy suddenly popped out.
boom--
The one-armed man's knees exploded, blood spattered, and he knelt directly on the ground.
Seeing this scene, everyone fell into dead silence.
Who dares to believe that a simple blow from this young boy could be so powerful?
Even the one-armed man himself was dumbfounded and even ignored the pain of the wound.
"Are you convinced?"
Qin Mo's face was cold.
The one-armed man gritted his teeth and roared, "I obey your mother..."
Before he finished speaking, there was a scream.
A streak of blood appeared on his neck, and then the whole head flew out.
Qin Mo struck too quickly, the sword energy was as silky, killing people invisible.
Ye Nantian's unique skill is to temper sword energy into thin threads.
Now, Qin Mo didn't practice like this deliberately, but he could copy Ye Nantian's unique skills casually.
To the end, swordsmanship training leads to the same goal through different paths.
"Dead...dead?"
The white-bearded old man looked at the headless corpse on the ground and was dumbfounded.
These posters have at least five life-threatening cultivations and are definitely top-notch masters in the Eastern Region.
But in front of Qin Mo, he didn't even have the ability to resist a blow?
Seeing this scene, all the posters present felt hairy all over.
After all, these people are just casual cultivators and cannot compare to the disciples who accept orthodox cultivation in the sect.
With the same five fatalities, the ten posters together could not defeat one Ye Nantian.
This is the difference between casual cultivators and sect disciples.
"Who else is dissatisfied?"
Qin Mo looked at everyone indifferently.
Only then did everyone wake up and understand what King Heiyou and Shi Tiangang said.
Shi Tiangang is such an arrogant person, how can anyone who can make him surrender be an idle person?
"I didn't expect this guy to be so powerful. No wonder my people failed. This guy Ye Nantian screwed me over."
The white-bearded old man said with hatred in his heart.
"You are the owner of the seventh floor building? Were you the ones who sent those three killers?"
Qin Mo's eyes locked on the white-bearded old man.
"I owe people a favor, but I have no choice but to do so."
The white-bearded old man gritted his teeth and said.
"Who do you owe a favor to?"
Qin Mo asked.
"this……"
The white-bearded old man hesitated.
"The landlord is asking you a question, why don't you tell the truth?"
The Black Nether King followed up and put pressure.
The white-bearded old man chuckled, seemingly a little dissatisfied, "You are indeed very strong, and I admit that I am not your opponent.
But just because you are strong, you want to take the position of the chief building owner and make the entire twelfth floor of the building surrender to you, which is too easy for us."
His words also aroused the enthusiasm of all the posters.
"Since the establishment of the Twelve-Storied Building, every building owner has put life and death at risk. If you want us to surrender, you are not qualified."
"Even if you kill all of us, you still won't be able to become the chief building owner!"
Looking at everyone who was filled with indignation, Qin Mo just smiled calmly.
If these guys were all greedy for life and afraid of death, he would look down upon them.
This so-called number one killer organization in the empire will also lose its luster in his heart.
However, the reactions of these posters gave Qin Mo some comfort.
Seeing everyone's response, the white-bearded old man was greatly encouraged and suddenly felt more confident.
He took two steps, looked directly at Qin Mo, and said proudly: "The Twelfth Floor is the number one killer organization in the empire. It has power all over the world and is comparable to a sect.
Even old antiques like us are not qualified to be the chief landlord.
As for you, apart from your barely passable cultivation, what else do you have to offer?
There are as many masters in the world as crucian carp crossing a river. Is it true that everyone is the master of the building?
Boy, don't be too fanciful."
Hearing this, Qin Mo smiled instead of getting angry, "Don't you want to know why I became the chief building owner? Then open your eyes and see clearly!"
Say it.
A dark black light surged out of his body, and the entire hall was filled with murderous aura, as if it had turned into a Shura field.
Behind the throne, the standing statue of the Black God suddenly shook, as if it had received some kind of summons and was about to awaken.