Chapter 1749 - 645: Blood Rain in the Jianghu

No matter who is present, whether it’s Lord Ban Shu or the White clothed Swordsman.

Even Zhang Meng and Miss Ou aren’t ordinary people from the Jianghu.

However, how this person appeared and revealed themselves, no one noticed.

Even stranger is the layer of water veil covering this person.

Now, amidst heavy rain, it seems as though the falling water from the sky is twisted by some strange force before landing on this person.

The water gathers into a veil, continuously rotating around this person.

You can see raindrops swirling around, flowing continuously, distorting their figure so it’s unclear.

Such strange techniques, let alone witnessed... they have never even been heard of!

Lord Ban Shu and the other two exchanged glances, Guo Zhaochen’s eyes remained calm.

The White clothed Swordsman gently nodded.

The next moment, you hear him chuckle slightly:

"You have quite the skill, hiding in the dark for so long without us noticing.

"I can only assume you’re not an ordinary person.

"May I ask... your distinguished name?"

As he spoke, he seemingly took a casual step forward.

However, he was amazed to discover that as he stepped, that person’s figure suddenly moved forward as well.

Yet, his legs and feet didn’t move at all, as if he was floating forward.

This... is he human or ghost?

"A trivial name hardly worth mentioning.

"Meeting tonight is nothing but a chance encounter, revealing myself just to inquire something of you all."

Su Mo’s voice flowed out from the water veil, but it was distorted and indistinct.

Although you could clearly understand what he was saying.

Yet, the true nature of the voice was impossible to discern.

"Pretending to be a god!"

Guo Zhaochen’s face turned cold, and as the four words fell: "I want to see whether you’re human or ghost!?!"

As his words began, he remained in place.

By the last word, he had reached Su Mo’s back.

Reaching out to grab Su Mo’s shoulder.

However, when his palm touched the water veil, it felt as if it was sinking into a swamp.

Right then, the water ripples suddenly formed into the shape of a dragon, swiftly twisting, aiming directly at Guo Zhaochen’s chest.

Guo Zhaochen, though prepared for Su Mo’s unexpected move, never anticipated that this water veil would act as if directed by an arm.

Immediately, he paused in his steps.

And he heard the sound of emptiness continuously.

His body remained unwavering, yet he reached out to grab again.

Su Mo exclaimed with a ’Hmm,’ then laughed:

"The Seven Emotions Absolute Thought Method is indeed remarkable, this body protection ability probably surpasses most of the world’s Body Protection Divine Skills."

As he spoke, he didn’t directly face him.

Facing away from Guo Zhaochen, either pointing with a sword or retreating with an arm, Guo Zhaochen’s face showed no expression, but his hand movements grew increasingly impatient.

He considered himself a genius, deeming if it weren’t for a significant regret in the past, he would never have chosen to cultivate the Seven Emotions Absolute Thought Method.

Yet, after two or three decades of rigorous practice, this martial arts, he believed, should have already allowed him to reach the pinnacle among Xizhou’s masters.

In today’s world, the only one he feared was the previous Hall Master of Jinglong Hall, now the Supreme Hall Master, Zhuge Yingxiong.

Unexpectedly, today, with this person facing away, he casually parries, all his ultimate attacks unleashed, yet he couldn’t win!

Even more surprisingly, this person’s martial arts, although exquisite, was not exceedingly so.

Yet every move was perfectly timed.

Causing every attack of his to return fruitlessly.

After launching over a dozen strikes, Lord Ban Shu suddenly sighed:

"That’s enough, this martial arts is truly the rarest I’ve ever seen.

"Continuing further is merely to increase the laughter."

Upon hearing this, Guo Zhaochen briefly contemplated, then suddenly retreated, casting a glance at Lord Ban Shu before saying:

"Do you think I’ll be grateful to you?"

Lord Ban Shu replied with a smile:

"That’s not necessary."

Guo Zhaochen and the elderly Ban Shu are people of the same generation.

Though not widely renowned, they are true seniors of the Jianghu.

Su Mo’s voice, while indistinct, was evidently quite youthful.

A senior dealing with a junior, the junior still with his back turned, after more than ten moves, not even forcing the opponent to show his face.

No matter how you view it, he’s utterly defeated.

If he continues to press on now, that would be lacking in decorum.

Lord Ban Shu knew he cultivated the Seven Emotions Absolute Thought Method, sometimes oblivious to such matters.

Thus, he spoke up to remind him to save face.

Of course, he never expected Guo Zhaochen to thank him.

But now, the person before them grew increasingly enigmatic.

The White clothed Swordsman and Lord Ban Shu unconsciously exchanged glances.

They then heard the White clothed Swordsman asking:

"What is it you wish to know?"

"Just now, this Master Guo said he was heading to Weiyang Palace to claim Zhuge Qianqiu’s head.

"So what is the purpose of Lord Ban Shu and this brother’s journey?"

Su Mo inquired directly, striking at the heart of the matter.

Lord Ban Shu and the White clothed Swordsman fell silent momentarily.

Finally, Lord Ban Shu sighed:

"If you were from Jinglong Hall, you would have acted against us earlier.

"If that’s the case, then there’s nothing we can’t say.

"My purpose is the same as... my old friend’s.

"Both of us go to claim the heads of Zhuge Qianqiu and his son.

"The birthday ceremony for the young Master will be the day of their demise.

"To offer this as a gift, celebrating Zhuge Yingxiong’s birthday."

"A vendetta?"

"Yes!"

"What vendetta?"

"..."

Lord Ban Shu fell silent momentarily.

Guo Zhaochen glanced at him, sneering coldly: