Martial Arts Escort System: I Got A Maxed Level Divine Technique From The Beginning - Chapter 654: 285: Massacre_3

Chapter 654: Chapter 285: Massacre_3

The blade was halfway through its arc when Blade Qi surged from within, forming a streak of Blade Light. This Blade Light tore through the air, emitting a sound as if fabric was being ripped apart.

In the blink of an eye, the blade edge had already reached Su Mo, yet it could not move even the slightest bit further from three inches away from Su Mo’s forehead.

Su Mo grabbed the blade with one hand, looked up and nodded, “Indeed a good sword.”

“…”

How could the person who struck the blow utter another word?

The wielder’s Mystical Skill was pushed to the limit, but the blade edge could not press down even a millimeter further. The metallic clang of the blade sang out with a piercing sorrowfulness, the Blade Light flickering desperately yet entirely in vain.

With a casual twist of his hand, Su Mo brought the blade close to him and flicked his fingers:

“Let go!”

With a miserable scream, the person was sent flying backward.

The base of their thumb split open, soaked red with blood.

Yet, this sword ultimately fell into Su Mo’s hands.

He did not know how to use Blade Techniques, but his Inner Strength was profound. And upon grasping this sword, he suddenly recalled the three Blade Techniques of Hu Sandao.

Immediately, he leaped into the air, gripping the sword with both hands, and the edge descended from the heavens.

Su Mo knew nothing of the Heart Technique that powered this Blade Technique; he executed it merely in form, channeling the skills he had learned himself.

In an instant, a flash of purple light fell from the sky.

With one strike, several lives were claimed on the spot, followed by a single upward slash that tore a rift in the roof of the great hall.

The next moment, Su Mo’s figure descended, and the blade edge swept horizontally in a sudden sweep.

Buzz!!!

Centered on himself, a fierce Blade Light swiftly slashed in all directions.

For a moment, everyone standing in the hall was bisected by this single slash.

Only the likes of Ding Wugong, Heart Demon Xiulan, and a few others remained completely unharmed.

The Blade Light that fell upon the walls left deep marks in its wake.

Su Mo lowered his head to glance at the sword in his hand, then shook his head lightly…

The power of this Blade Technique was entirely reliant on his Inner Strength.

In reality, the exquisite essence of the Blade Technique itself had not even unleashed one-tenth of its potential.

Otherwise, by now, there would be no one alive in this hall.

“…The Da Lie Divine Blade! This is the Da Lie Divine Blade!!”

Ding Wugong suddenly looked at Su Mo with disbelief on his face:

“Who, who on earth are you? How could you know the Absolute Skill of Wusheng Hall!?”

“The Absolute Skill of Wusheng Hall…”

Su Mo glanced at him, then smiled, “What if I say, it was taught to me by Wan Yutang, would you believe that?”

“Mere bluster, the Da Lie Divine Blade has long been lost, even he himself would not know this Blade Technique, how did you…”

As he spoke, Ding Wugong seemed to remember that the person standing before him was Su Mo, not someone else.

Being so aggressive could force Su Mo to kill him, wouldn’t it?

Su Mo seemed to have noticed his thoughts, slightly shaking his head, “Rest assured, even if death comes, you should be the last.”

After saying this, he turned to look at the robust man he had earlier flicked away.

After being hit by that strike, the man had not gotten up to this point, and had miraculously survived beneath the amateurish display of Blade Technique by Su Mo…

“The treasured sword of your sect is truly extraordinary. But may I inquire… from which lineage does it hail?”

The man opened his mouth, but only a mouthful of fresh blood sprayed out, rendering him unable to speak.

Su Mo gently shook his head, ready to leave the matter there, when he heard Ghost Lady laughing and saying:

Su, the Chief of the Escort, this man is none other than Xiong Meng, the Gang Leader of the Forging Blade Gang.”

“Forge Blade Gang…”

Su Mo nodded, his first thought being no wonder there was such a treasure sword in the sect.

But in the next moment, he suddenly froze in his tracks, casting his gaze sharply onto Xiong Meng:

“Are you the Gang Leader of the Forging Blade Gang?”

Xiong Meng glared at Su Mo, and with a retch, a mouthful of fresh blood sprayed out, as if to respond, he fell dead.

Su Mo, however, furrowed his brows, looking at the blade in his hand, deep in thought.

The Forging Blade Gang was the place where Hu Sandao originated; this sect made its living by forging blades, and had delivered many fine weapons to Wusheng Hall.

However, after achieving the sharpness of the blade, their first act was to test the knife on a person.

The people under their reign, instead of being protected, were brutally slaughtered by them, leading Hu Sandao to strike out in anger. Beaten half to death, he was captured and during transportation fell into the water. There he encountered the imprisoned expert and received the teaching of three blade techniques.

And now, the origin of this blade technique became clear.

Could it actually be the Absolute Skill within Wusheng Hall… The Da Lie Divine Blade?

While Su Mo was lost in thought, he had already arrived in front of Ding Wugong.

“Great Transformation Rebirth Heart Lotus Scripture?”

Su Mo glanced at him, and with a slight smile said, “I find your identity quite curious, sir. Would you be willing to enlighten me?”

“…”

Ding Wugong gave a wry smile, unable to find the words to speak, as Su Mo’s hand had already reached out to grab him.

Since the beginning of this chaotic battle, Ding Wugong had been observing Su Mo’s martial arts.

Hoping to try and find a flaw within his martial arts…

But up to this moment, he realized that Su Mo didn’t have any flaws at all.

At this instant, watching Su Mo reaching out to grab him, he didn’t even have the courage to block.

Fighting in Jianghu required courage. Su Mo killed without batting an eye, and within moments, in the entire hall, except for himself, Heart Demon Xiu Lan, and the Master of Wangxuan Mountain, there were no other survivors.

If he resisted, he feared he would be killed on the spot in an instant.

Even if just scraping by to survive a moment longer, he let Su Mo grab his head without resisting.

Su Mo then dragged him, turned around, and walked straight to the Master of Wangxuan Mountain.

The Master of Wangxuan Mountain had been struck at over a dozen acupoints by that monk, and had spent the whole time listening to screams and the clashing of combat while trying to free his blocked acupoints.

However, until this moment, he had barely managed to break through one out of the seventeen acupoints, which was utterly useless.

Hearing the footsteps approaching, he could only sigh sadly and give up struggling.

Su Mo casually threw Ding Wugong on the ground without sealing his acupoints.

Then, he reached out and searched on the body of the Master of Wangxuan Mountain, finding and taking out a small porcelain bottle.

Looking at the porcelain bottle, Su Mo asked Ding Wugong with a smile:

“What is this?”

Ding Wugong looked at it and shook his head firmly:

“I don’t know.”

“Good.”

Su Mo smiled again, suddenly reached out, and stuffed the entire porcelain bottle into Ding Wugong’s mouth.

With a pat on his chin, the bottle instantly shattered into bits inside his mouth.

Before Ding Wugong could resist, all the bits and the contents of the bottle were drawn into his stomach by Su Mo’s inner strength.

He didn’t bother with Ding Wugong’s reaction and instead lifted his head to look outside the door at Ghost Lady, smiling as he said:

“No need for further words, I’ll just ask one thing… this deal, do you take it or not?”