Chapter 905 - 629: Soaring to the Heavens!

Another half month has passed.

Inside the government office, the atmosphere was so oppressive it was suffocating.

Xu Mo had just been summoned alone into the inner hall by Commander Zhou Cang. Before he could speak, he sensed trouble from the solemn expression on Zhou Cang’s face.

Zhou Cang first dismissed those nearby, then lowered his voice to speak:

"There’s something I shouldn’t tell you too early, but given your family’s special situation, I have to notify you in advance."

Xu Mo’s heart tightened: "Commander, please speak."

"There’s been a mishap in the pursuit of Wuluomu." Zhou Cang sighed, "The Red-Clothed Divine Constable personally took action and fought a fierce battle with that demon in Qingliang Mountain, severely injuring him, but... couldn’t capture him."

Xu Mo’s face changed dramatically: "How can this be? That’s the Red-Clothed Divine Constable!"

"That demon was driven to desperation and took an entire city of civilians as hostages." Zhou Cang’s face looked grim, "The constable was concerned about the innocents, hesitated to act, and ultimately the demon found a way out and escaped into the deep mountains."

Xu Mo’s mind buzzed, and his vision blurred with darkness.

He cursed furiously in his heart:

Useless!

The dignified Red-Clothed Divine Constable, clearly pushing the enemy to a dead end, yet hesitating because of the civilians, indecisive!

Now that the tiger is released back into the mountain, the consequences will be endless, and my Xu family might be dragged to death by your moment of kindness!

Zhou Cang saw his pale face and understood, reminding him obscurely:

"Wuluomu is someone who seeks revenge for the slightest grievance, extremely vicious."

"Being hunted by the court this time and fleeing in disgrace, he’ll surely vent his anger on the innocent. Your Xu family... must make arrangements early, protect your family, avoid confrontation if possible, and don’t harbor unrealistic hopes."

Though he didn’t say it explicitly, the meaning was crystal clear.

The court is currently powerless to organize another chase, and the Xu family has become the primary target for the demon to vent his anger.

Xu Mo felt a chill from head to toe, and forced himself to bow:

"I...understand."

"Go." Zhou Cang waved his hand, "Set aside the matters of the office for now, and focus on your family."

Xu Mo haphazardly walked out of the inner hall, with only one thought left roaring furiously in his mind—

It’s over! Completely over!

Not daring to delay for a moment, he hastily bid farewell to the commander and quickly returned home, immediately gathering his family.

Inside the residence hall, the atmosphere was almost suffocatingly heavy.

Xu Mo looked at his eldest son, who had grown up, his voice hoarse and resolute:

"You must immediately take your younger siblings and your mother, leave separately, and conceal yourselves in different directions. Remember not to travel together and leave no trace."

The eldest son’s face was serious, nodding heavily:

"Rest assured, father, I understand."

"Take good care of them."

Xu Mo patted his son’s shoulder, said no more, and turned to head swiftly toward Xu Residence.

His old father was still there, and no matter what, he had to take him along.

Just as he stepped through the courtyard gate, he caught the butler coming toward him and urgently asked:

"Where is father?"

"The master has been at the back mountain practicing his fists every day since half a month ago, hardly ever returning to the house except for meals."

On hearing this, Xu Mo’s steps did not stop, he headed straight for the back mountain.

In the bamboo grove of the back mountain, the wind rustled.

From a distance, Xu Mo could see the familiar elder figure and immediately hastened forward, his tone urgent:

"Father, something terrible has happened!"

"That Demon Dao Grandmaster Wuluomu has not been killed. He escaped after being severely injured by the Red-Clothed Divine Constable!"

"That man is narrow-minded and will surely come to retaliate against our Xu family. We must leave quickly and find a place to hide!"

He spoke rapidly, full of anxiety, fearing the demon would arrive the next moment.

However, Chen Sheng just stood quietly among the bamboo shadows, his expression calm and unruffled, without even a furrowed brow.

"No need to hide."

Seeing this, Xu Mo grew even more anxious and was about to open his mouth to persuade again when he saw Chen Sheng slowly raise his eyes, looking leisurely in the direction behind him.

Xu Mo’s heart skipped a beat, and he instinctively turned his head following his father’s gaze.

At the edge of the bamboo grove, a figure stood at some point.

It was a youth with a demonic face, red lips, and sinister eyes filled with malicious intent, looking at the two with a cruel smile.

"Your father is right, no need to hide."

The youth spoke leisurely, his laughter sinister:

"It’s already too late!"

Seeing this person’s face, Xu Mo’s blood seemed to freeze instantly.

He recognized this person!

A few days ago, while reviewing documents, he had seen this person’s portrait—The chief disciple of the Demon Dao Grandmaster Wuluomu, whose cultivation had reached the pinnacle of True Yuan, a bona fide master!

Fear gripped his heart instantly, and Xu Mo instinctively shielded Chen Sheng, shouting fiercely:

"Father! I’ll hold him off, you must escape!"

The youth seemed to have heard the world’s biggest joke, throwing his head back and laughing loudly:

"Hahahahaha! Such touching fatherly love and filial piety! Alas, alas, all of you must die today!"

His gaze swept over Xu Mo, filled with murderous intent:

"And those wives and children hiding away, do you think they can escape?"

"I will dig them out one by one, flay them alive, and escort them down the road to accompany all of you!"

The wild laughter echoed wantonly through the bamboo grove.

At this moment, Chen Sheng, who had been silent, slowly stepped forward.

His expression indifferent, he casually raised his hand, flicked his sleeve, and uttered two words:

"Noisy."

As the word fell, the grating laughter was abruptly cut off as though severed by an invisible sharp blade.

The smile on the youth’s face froze in place, with his pupils narrowing, staring at Chen Sheng full of disbelief:

"How could you..."

He could clearly sense an immense, icy, far surpassing ordinary Martial Arts intent, had him completely locked in!

That was a power only a Grandmaster of the Daoist Sect could wield!

The next moment.

Soundlessly.

The youth’s body suddenly shuddered.

From the center of his brow, a perfectly straight bloodline appeared, splitting him from top to bottom into two halves.

Warm blood spurted forth, organs and intestines scattered with a splatter, the stench instantly permeating the air.

The recently arrogant True Yuan master was now but a cold and broken corpse.

The bamboo grove returned to dead silence.

Xu Mo stood frozen, his eyes wide open, staring at the scene before him, his mind blank, only managing to squeeze out a trembling sentence after a while:

"Father... you... just what are you..."

Chen Sheng glanced at him lightly.

Though he had only cultivated for a dozen days, his Realm had already soared, and his Cultivation had reached great heights, far surpassing the so-called Grandmaster here.

Not to mention the one who came was merely a demon’s disciple—even if Wuluomu personally appeared, it would be the same result, split in two by a single sword.

Upon hearing that the Demon Dao Grandmaster wasn’t dead, a trace of relief even crossed his heart.

If the Red-Clothed Divine Constable were to have killed him first, would the vengeance still count as personally his?

Chen Sheng spoke no more, raised his foot, and walked straight out of the bamboo grove.

Xu Mo hurriedly caught up, his steps chaotic, a series of questions bursting forth:

"Father! Where are you going? Your strength... how could it be..."

Without pausing, Chen Sheng simply threw back a sentence:

"To avenge your elder brother."

"As for the strength—naturally, it was cultivated."