Tao Yinsu watched as another bandit leapt from behind, blade drawn.
But then he witnessed Lin Mu's elbow struck backward, piercing the man's chest like a spear. No blood touched Lin Mu. It evaporated from the heat of his Searing hot aura before it could stain him.
Three more rushed together and unleashed Qi skills. Lin Mu walked through the explosions, his robes rippling only slightly. He grabbed one by the jaw and ripped it off cleanly. The other fired wildly and was caught by the throat.
Lin Mu squeezed until the neck snapped like dry twigs.
The Patriarch had long since collapsed onto his knees, trembling. Even with his cultivation he could not stand before such fury.
Tao Yinsu stared, his tiny fingers gripping Lin Mu's robe so hard his knuckles turned white. The child did not blink. His little mouth opened in horror. No curse escaped him.
