Chapter 1544 - 580: Flaw 3
Gritting his teeth, he said:
"Do you think unifying the world is that simple?
"In the past, Da Xuan collapsed overnight... Qiyun scattered throughout Jianghu. If it cannot be firmly controlled, even after a hundred or thousand years, the world will still be in chaos!
"What we do does not show in front of others. You... you Jianghu powerhouses, how would you understand the greatness of our Jinglong Association!!"
Su Mo gently waved his hand; this was not a debate meeting.
What result can come from a war of words here?
He immediately told Ming Yue Taoist and the others to hold their tongues and then looked at Lei Zhenming:
"Where is the Sixth Shock now?
"That showpiece in front of the Martial God Temple is somewhat unremarkable.
"The Seventh Shock could at least play with me for a while—how could the Sixth Shock be killed by a single move?
"Not to mention, you have already revealed your foundation before. Even if you haven’t leaked secrets, trying to deceive me with such a so-called ’Sixth Shock’ is treating me, Su Mo, as if I’m nobody!"
"Hahahahah!!!!"
Lei Zhenming laughed loudly: "The Sixth Lord... must have already achieved his desires by now!
"Su Mo... you are too late. You can’t find him for the time being. If you do find him, that will be the time of your death!!!
"Aside from this, I, Lei Zhenming, have nothing else to tell.
"I also know that Young Alliance Leader Su has a means of severe torture called the Suffering People Scripture!
"Dare not trouble the Young Alliance Leader... Lei Zhenming takes his leave first, awaiting your arrival on Huangquan Road!!"
With that said, his True Qi reversed, and with a ’bang’ from his chest, blood spurted like an arrow.
In just a moment, his eyes lost all light.
Su Mo quietly looked at him, shaking his head slightly.
Yang Xiaoyun then said:
"Husband, why didn’t you stop him from committing suicide?"
With Su Mo’s abilities, there was an opportunity to interrupt when Lei Zhenming reversed his meridians.
"Lei Zhenming’s life and death don’t matter."
Su Mo smiled:
"The Sixth Shock is either up or down. It certainly can’t escape out of the Martial God Temple for now, so there’s no need to waste time on him."
"Evil Su, were you planning to see exactly what this Sixth Shock relies on, and deliberately allowed it?"
Wei Ziyi blinked beside him.
Su Mo rolled his eyes at her:
"How could that be possible?"
Wei Ziyi seemed to ponder, also feeling that it wasn’t possible.
Su Mo always acts with caution; when he can crush an opponent with absolute strength, he never seeks complications.
Now looking at Lei Zhenming’s corpse, Su Mo chopped with his fingers like a sword.
A head immediately fell to the ground.
Picking up the head, Su Mo then spoke:
"Let’s go."
Everyone was stunned—why chop off the head after death?
Thinking for a moment, they then realized.
Indeed, indeed, the Sixth Shock dared to play such schemes before Su Mo.
How could the Young Alliance Leader not prepare a hefty gift?
It was to use this head as a gift, to give this so-called Sixth Shock a proper surprise!
Yet little did they know, what Su Mo was actually thinking was...
Longmen Sect Third Jing’s Qiankun True Interpretation, clearly there’s another understanding.
This Skill is based on the Yin Yang Life and Death Order.
It cannot be underestimated.
Since Lei Zhenming was part of the Jinglong Association, if he could learn the Great Sumeru Demon Sky Divine Power, he might also learn this Longmen Sect Third Jing’s Qiankun True Interpretation.
After all, the Store Manager’s subordinates can all cultivate this Skill.
Lei Zhenming’s identity is likely even higher than those two people.
So even if dead, it’s not safe. Best to chop off his head and take it with us; no matter his great abilities, this way, we can ensure safety.
No longer paying attention to Lei Zhenming’s corpse.
Everyone quickly moved forward; the Lingxiao Sword Elder is still heavily injured over there.
They needed to hurry over to save him.
Moving ahead, they pushed open a doorway, finding themselves in front of the mural Gu Renzheng and Lingxiao Sword had previously been comprehending.
They saw Lingxiao Sword Elder sitting cross-legged in front of the mural.
Sitting in meditation, healing his injuries.
Su Mo merely glanced at Lingxiao Sword Elder, knowing he was not in serious trouble.
Then he turned his gaze to the mural.
At first glance, he was taken aback.
The mural depicted a man furious and fighting against heaven.
The fighting intent blazed, reaching the sky!
Su Mo was slightly stunned, suddenly recalling what Shi Shengtian had told him earlier.
Back then, he stumbled into the Martial God Temple unknowingly, and step by step, unknowingly arrived in front of a mural.
He saw that the mural described an ancient secret, someone fighting heaven in fury.
He was captivated by that fighting intent, realized something, and thus created the Heavenly Termination Nine Forms!
Now seeing this mural, it indeed connects with what Shi Shengtian saw back then, causing a slight stir in his heart.
Could it be that when Shi Shengtian stumbled through here, he finally arrived in front of this mural?
And from here comprehended the Divine Skill Absolute Skill?
Immediately focused his mind to look, but soon frowned:
"Why could the Martial Elder comprehend Divine Skill back then, but I can’t comprehend it?"
Although he could feel the intense battle spirit depicted, he couldn’t connect it to more things... If anything, it indeed stirred a bit of battle intent within Su Mo, making him want to spar with the person in the painting.
But that’s about it.
Thinking this, he quickly allowed Yang Xiaoyun and others to look.
Actually, without his saying, everyone was already watching the mural.
Yang Xiaoyun frowned, seemingly enlightened, but then shook her head:
"Wrong, wrong... utterly absurd!"
Su Mo curiously asked:
"What did Lady comprehend?"
Hearing him, Yang Xiaoyun snapped back, shook her head slightly:
"Originally there seemed to be something, but suddenly felt there was a great conflict with what I myself had learned.
"So I broke free from this feeling."
Hearing this, Su Mo pondered, glancing at others.
Mingyue Taoist’s brows were deeply furrowed, seemingly entangled, unable to extricate himself.
Mumbling indistinctly, unclear.
Gao Tianqi, like Su Mo, saw nothing, exchanged glances with Su Mo.
Su Mo then looked at everyone one by one.
Finally noticed, some seemed to fall into some kind of realm of enlightenment.
But each wore a face of pain.
Yet the lower one’s martial arts, the less the pain, curiously seeming to gain more.
Such a display made Su Mo contemplate.