Chapter Sixty-Eight: Eradicate Evil Thoroughly

Chapter Sixty-Eight: Eradicate Evil Thoroughly

The Youquan Cult gathered the strength of dozens into one person.

Could the power of their Blackheart Palm be underestimated?

Su Mo's Dragon Elephant Prajna Art was at its peak, both his internal and external strength extraordinary.

When these two massive forces collided, the combined strength of those dozens could not withstand it. The force was entirely pushed back onto the foremost member of the Youquan Cult.

Behind him were dozens of Youquan Cult members, and in front was Su Mo.

These two powerful forces exploded on his body; how could he possibly survive?

In an instant, he was torn to pieces.

Under this overwhelming force, the sinister internal energy of the Blackheart Palm was entirely returned to the bodies of the dozens of cult members. Everyone spat blood, and it seemed they would not survive.

"What profound internal strength!!!"

"Who is this young man?"

Questions naturally arose, but the next moment was filled with boiling fighting spirit.

Caught in the hands of the Youquan Cult, life and death were uncertain. Now that they had been saved by someone with such a formidable expert aiding them, there was no room for doubt.

With just a little more effort, they could see the light of day again. Who would not give it their all?

Su Mo killed dozens with a single palm strike and did not stop. He stepped forward.

His Dragon Elephant Prajna Art and Seven Injuries Fist were fully unleashed.

Against the Youquan Cult, there was no need to adhere to any martial world etiquette, nor did he care about the brutality of his actions.

He fought to the death.

With him leading the way, the martial artists behind him surged forward with renewed vigor. As they advanced, the Youquan Cult members were powerless to resist. Everywhere they went, corpses littered the ground—mostly Youquan Cult disciples.

Zang Ming Zhenren followed behind, wide-eyed: "The youth of today are truly fearsome..."

"Zang Ming Zhenren, who is this young man?"

Zang Ming Zhenren pondered for a moment before speaking:

"Ziyang Escort Agency, Su Mo!"

Though he did not know what kind of escort agency Ziyang was, he remembered the name 'Luo Zhen' mentioning it earlier.

This name quickly spread among everyone present.

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Pushing forward relentlessly, they soon reached the first hall where Su Mo and the others had entered.

This was the most spacious area of the entire underground complex.

Bodies still hung from the ceiling, blood dripping into small pits below.

However, the Youquan Cult disciples who had been meditating with closed eyes now stood up, their faces twisted in malice.

At this point, Su Mo and his group had lost the advantage of the narrow passageway.

But after killing so many along the way, their numbers had grown larger than those of the Youquan Cult.

Both sides engaged in a fierce battle, each using their unique skills.

Yang Xiaoyun's dragon spear finally found its use, sweeping through the air, preventing anyone from approaching her.

Zang Ming Zhenren remained motionless, but with a flick of his sleeves, the attacking Youquan Cult members were sent flying.

Xiao Jīngang Chu Xiong's punches and palms left no survivors, breaking bones and tendons alike.

Feng Beixiao darted around the room, poking and prodding, leaving some Youquan Cult disciples immobilized without even realizing what had happened.

As for Su Mo, wherever he went, none could withstand him. Those who touched him died instantly.

However, the disadvantage of their mixed abilities became apparent.

Someone accidentally got hit by the Blackheart Palm and, before hitting the ground, their blood suddenly vaporized, leaving only a grotesque mummy.

Had they seen this under normal circumstances, they might have been shocked, but now it only fueled their rage.

Their attacks grew even more ruthless, and with the Youquan Cult already depleted, how could they possibly resist?

Unable to resist, they could only retreat!

In a flash, they were forced out of Pinjian Tower.

Led by Su Mo, these martial artists burst out of Pinjian Tower, seeing daylight once again!

Some were stunned, some were elated, and some were even more bloodthirsty, eager to kill more Youquan Cult disciples.

Su Mo searched the crowd for Luo Zhen.

Before he could find Luo Zhen, he heard shouts of battle outside Jade Willow Villa.

After a moment's thought, Su Mo leaped onto the eaves, looking out. He could vaguely see people fighting outside Jade Willow Villa.

His heart stirred slightly, and just as he was about to go take a look, he saw someone descending from the sky, arriving outside the Pinjian Tower in an instant. With a fierce claw wind, they struck downward, causing a shocking impact.

One person looked up and saw something, about to act, but then heard an angry shout: "Don't resist it head-on!!"

However, by the time the voice fell, it was already too late.

That person reached out with one hand, breaking through the closed hands, and with five fingers grabbed into the chest, emerging from the back. In his palm, he held something that was still beating.

The hand suddenly clenched, crushing it into a mass of flesh.

"Damn it!!!"

The one who had warned against resisting was Xiao Jingang Chu Xiong, though he did not recognize the person who was killed.

However, this group had fought their way out from under the Pinjian Tower together. Even if they were strangers, they had formed a bond.

Naturally enraged, Chu Xiong leaped forward immediately.

But the person merely flicked his wrist, sending the corpse hanging on his arm, propelled by immense force, flying towards Chu Xiong.

Chu Xiong blocked with both hands, but the tremendous force crushed down on his chest, causing him to spurt blood and fly backward.

Only then did the newcomer stand firm, tall and upright, his beard swaying in the wind, his face full of malice.

His right hand was dripping with blood, while his left hand held a severed head.

Five fingers were plunged into the skull of the bald head... Jingkong monk!

The newcomer was none other than 'Liu Qingkong'!

He casually tossed away the severed head:

"One misstep, and you managed to break into the lower levels of the Pinjian Tower... Although our plans here were insignificant, they wasted over a month of my efforts. Truly unforgivable."

As he spoke, his gaze swept across the crowd, and he immediately noticed Zangming Zhenren.

His eyes flashed slightly, seemingly pondering something, before he sneered: "I see. I wondered how you managed to escape from here... But even with all your skills, it's all in vain. Since you don't want to wait quietly for death under the Pinjian Tower, I'll personally send you to the Youquan Cult!"

"Beneath the clear skies and bright sun, how dare you act so recklessly!?"

Zangming Zhenren stepped forward: "This poor Daoist is eager to see the prowess of your Youquan Cult."

Seeing this, Su Mo sighed, tapped his foot, and flew back into the crowd.

Upon seeing him, the tension in everyone's faces relaxed instantly.

They parted to make way, allowing Su Mo to reach Zangming Zhenren's side, where he smiled lightly:

"Zhenren, you're mistaken. With such evil and demonic scum, what rules of the martial world can we follow? We must join forces and use any means necessary. Everyone must give it their all to eradicate evil."