Martial Arts Escort System: I Got A Maxed Level Divine Technique From The Beginning - Chapter 690: 297 Dongxin Iron Order_3
Chapter 690: Chapter 297 Dongxin Iron Order_3
Staggering to the edge of the Gu Tower terrace, I looked around but found nothing.
At that moment, I felt somewhat disappointed and wanted to shout, but immediately covered my mouth tightly.
Not letting myself make a sound.
…
…
Fourth Hall!
At this moment, the place was packed with people.
Disciples from Wusheng Hall, along with several Hall Masters and Vice Hall Masters, had all arrived.
Even more people, holding torches, were rushing across rooftops and corridors, searching for something.
As soon as Su Mo arrived in front of Fourth Hall, he was stopped by people from Wusheng Hall.
“What are you… Lord Su, the Chief of the Escort, please forgive me!”
The words started off fierce, but upon recognizing Su Mo, they quickly apologized.
Su Mo waved his hand dismissively and looked up to see that the entire Fourth Hall was now surrounded by disciples from Wusheng Hall. He couldn’t help but ask:
“What happened here? I was sleeping soundly when suddenly the gongs started ringing… it really disturbed my dreams.”
“This…”
A few disciples from Wusheng Hall looked at each other, not only failing to answer but also looking at Su Mo with suspicion.
Just as they hesitated, a cold voice came through:
“What happened, surely Lord Su, the Chief of the Escort, knows perfectly well in his heart?”
“Hmm?”
Following the direction of the voice, Su Mo turned and saw a middle-aged man surrounded by several others coming towards him.
“So it’s Lord Xing…”
Su Mo slightly bowed with his hands clasped, recognizing the man before him as Xing Lan, the Hall Master of the Seventh Hall of Wusheng Hall.
Today, at the great hall of Wusheng Hall, Zhen Xiaoxiao knocked Wu Yong away with the One-legged Copper Man. Among the two people who leaped to catch Wu Yong was this Xing Lan.
But now, hearing his words, Su Mo’s heart sank slightly as he spoke with a clasped fist:
“What do you mean by this, Lord Xing? I really don’t know what I, Su Mo, should be aware of in my heart?”
“Hmph!”
Xing Lan snorted coldly: “Well done, Lord Su, the Chief of the Escort. Today Master Wu may have been rash in his actions, but his crime surely did not merit death.
“You… why did you come here late at night to kill and cause harm!?
“Now that you’re here, can you still ask such questions?
“Are you pretending as if nothing has happened?”
Su Mo’s eyebrows furrowed:
“Master Wu… is dead?”
“Are you still putting on an act?”
Xing Lan shouted angrily: “Master Wu has always been kind to others. He may have been a bit impulsive, but no one would want to kill him! Who else could it be but you?
“Clearly, it’s the incident that occurred in the great hall today that left you bearing a grudge, leading to a murderous intent.
“Taking advantage of the night, you sneaked into Fourth Hall and killed Master Wu!”
“…Lord Xing, please think twice before you speak.”
Su Mo’s face turned slightly cold: “If I, Su, truly wanted to kill, why would I need to act in the shadows? Even if I did so brazenly in the open, could you possibly stop me?”
“What boldness from the man acclaimed as the first in Donghuang!
“Today, I, Xing Lan, will avenge Master Wu!”
As his words fell, he already shot forward like an arrow. With rapid changes in his footwork technique, shifting from left to right, his palms moved beside his body.
The force he amassed was unpredictable, exhausting all variations of technique.
Su Mo was already furious at heart.
Wu Yong’s matter was urgent, he originally thought that Yang Yizhi and others would certainly appear tonight, but against expectations, they didn’t show.
He himself had been summoned by the little princess of Wusheng Hall, who wanted to avenge Wan Cangxin.
After wasting time, he missed the opportunity.
Now that Wu Yong was dead, and he was being wrongfully accused by Xing Lan, Su Mo immediately wanted to strike with force to teach him a lesson.
But seeing this man’s move, Su Mo’s expression turned strange.
As thoughts tumbled in his mind, Xing Lan’s palm was already approaching.
After pondering for a moment, Su Mo sneered:
“Seeking death!!!”
In the next instant, the sound of Dragon Roar suddenly erupted, and the ancient bell rang thunderously.
Su Mo raised a palm, and within the sweep of his palm, a thousand jun of mighty force was wrapped.
Before even reaching his target, a fierce wind had already started to howl.
Xing Lan’s eyes instantly filled with shock, and his pupils wildly spun.
But as they say, slow is fast, and in an instant, the two palms violently collided.
Boom!!!
With a muffled sound, the moment their palms touched, Xing Lan was taken aback.
And in the next moment, he was already flying backward.
Several people who had been by his side hurried to catch him:
“Hall Master!”
“Are you alright?”
“I… I…”
As Xing Lan began to speak, he was seized by coughing fits, clenching his teeth as he grabbed the arms of those beside him, struggling to stand up:
“Well done, Lord Su, the Chief of the Escort. This martial skill… truly exceptional!
“I concede my admiration!
“However, you still owe us an explanation for the matter of Master Wu.
“Was it really you who did this?”
Su Mo’s eyes narrowed slightly and, while his sleeve covered his hand, he secretly slipped something into his sleeve.
Just as he was about to reply, a loud shout came from afar:
“Stop! Xing Lan, what on earth are you doing!?”
Everyone turned to look and saw a figure rushing over angrily shouting:
“Lord Xing, with the facts still not clear, how dare you show disrespect towards Lord Su, the Chief of the Escort?”
The newcomer was none other than Li Zhongming.
He had clearly heard about the incident here and hurriedly made his way over.
His gaze quickly swept over the two men, and he understood what had happened.
His heart fluctuated between urgency and relief.
The urgent matter was that Xing Lan had indeed acted against Su Mo.
The relief was that Su Mo had shown mercy, and Xing Lan was still alive; there might still be room to maneuver.
“Hall Master Li, if we cannot settle this matter right away, then when can we?”
Xing Lan pointed accusingly at Su Mo:
“In all of Wusheng Hall, who else but him would wish for Master Wu’s death?”
“That’s not necessarily true…”
Li Zhongming blurted out but immediately regretted it.
The gazes of Xing Lan and Su Mo were now intensely focused on him.
