Chapter 377: Slayerheart Demon Sutra!

Chapter 377: The Slayerheart Demon Sutra!

At this point, Su Mo no longer saw any reason to hide.

He stepped boldly into the open.

The reason he had Fu Hanyuan exchange just one blow with Yin Xiaoyu was mainly because Su Mo was deeply concerned about the words spoken by Zong Ming and that Lan fellow.

Upon seeing the Frostflame True Qi, they immediately associated it with the Dragon King Hall.

This made Su Mo wonder—was there truly some connection between the Frostflame True Qi and the Dragon King Hall?

However, the Frostflame True Qi originated from the northern lands, while the Dragon King Hall was scattered across the South Sea. The two were geographically unrelated.

Logically speaking, there should be no connection.

But you could never be sure about such things. Fortunately, verifying this wasn’t difficult.

Yin Xiaoyu was no mere martial artist—she had dominated the South Sea for many years, worldly and knowledgeable.

If the Frostflame True Qi truly came from the Dragon King Hall, she would undoubtedly recognize it the instant their techniques met.

Indeed, that's what occurred.

In that single palm exchange, Yin Xiaoyu immediately discerned that Fu Hanyuan’s technique was not from the Dragon King Hall.

She even revealed that the Dragon King Hall’s ultimate technique was called the Seven Profound Ice Techniques.

While questions remained, they could wait until after subduing Yin Xiaoyu.

As for the situation at the inn, though Su Mo still didn’t know the details, given how much time had passed, matters were probably resolved by now.

So he stepped forward openly.

"Su Mo?"

Yin Xiaoyu frowned. She had noticed Su Mo earlier.

But how could some young upstart catch the attention of an infamous sea witch like her, who had dominated the South Sea?

In contrast, Fu Hanyuan, with his world-weary, steady presence, had gradually shed his peasant’s rough edges over his years in the martial world, replacing it with an aura of authority.

He truly seemed like the one in charge.

That was why Yin Xiaoyu had never doubted him.

Yet, with just one palm strike, the ruse was exposed.

She had intended to kill Fu Hanyuan with that strike, but as her internal energy erupted, a torrent of power suddenly burst forth.

This force amplified Fu Hanyuan’s icy qi—had it not been for the fact that he was merely channeling another’s strike, she would have been severely wounded by the counterforce.

Only then did she realize that behind Fu Hanyuan lurked a genuine master.

Here’s the refined translation incorporating the expert suggestions:

At this thought, she took a deep breath:

"Your martial arts are extraordinary. Since you hail from the Eastern Desolation, why trouble yourself with wading into these troubled waters of the South Sea?"

Su Mo gently shook his head:

"It was simply fate's design.

"On the vast sea, I happened to meet the Young Master of the Wang family.

"I came as a guest to Pingyang Island, never expecting to arrive during Boss Yin's invitation for a gathering with Miss Wang.

"Now that the pleasantries are over, please have Boss Yin bring Miss Wang out.

"It's getting late, and a young lady should be getting to bed.

"If Boss Yin isn't busy, why not come stay at the Wang residence as well?"

As he spoke, he glanced at Wang Chaosheng before smiling at Yin Xiaoyu:

"As the saying goes, though the deal falls through, goodwill remains. Today was meant to be a joyous occasion for President Wang and Boss Yin.

"Why resort to blades and spears?

"President Wang’s earlier words struck a chord with me—we're all family here. Such matters should be discussed privately behind closed doors.

"Why make such a scene?"

Upon hearing this, Wang Chaosheng immediately nodded repeatedly:

"Quite right, quite right! Chief Escort Su speaks wisely.

"Little Cui, just come back with me, I swear—"

"Shut your mouth!!!"

Before the elderly man could finish, Yin Xiaoyu snapped:

"You damned old fool! I told you before—if you utter another word,

"I will take your life!

"Yet you dare speak again? Are you deaf to my words?"

Her gaze then shifted to Su Mo:

"I have never been to the Eastern Desolation, and there is no enmity between us.

"Today, all I want is the Poison Dragon Alchemy Scripture. If you step aside, we'll go our separate ways.

"But if you insist on getting involved in this—"

As she spoke, the rustle of sweeping robes pierced the air.

Three more figures appeared behind her—two men and a woman, all clearly skilled. Their eyes, along with Yin Xiaoyu's, fixed on Su Mo:

"If you pretend to be the dragon crossing the sea, you might just get skinned and have your tendons pulled!!!"

Su Mo smiled casually upon hearing this:

"Only today have I heard of the renowned Pirate Queen Yin Xiaoyu."

"Now I wish to witness Leader Yin’s martial arts..."

"Who the hell are you to challenge our Chief?"

Before Su Mo could finish, one of the three figures who had just arrived leaped forward:

"You’ll have to go through me first!"

In a flash, the figure was before Su Mo, fingers curved like bloody talons, ripping through the air with a bone-chilling gust. Even before reaching him, the metallic tang of blood already filled the air.

A vicious strike, straight for Su Mo’s heart—a killing blow!

Ding Luo, a man of experience, immediately recognized the assailant:

"Chief Su, watch out—! The Bloody Shadow Hand, Diao Heming!"

"His skills aren’t—"

Before he could finish, Su Mo extended a single hand.

The motion looked laughably clumsy, earning a sneer from Diao Heming—until the next moment, when pure dread seized him.

That seemingly inept grab sealed off every angle—no escape.

No matter his skill, there was no evading Su Mo’s five fingers.

In an instant, the Bloody Shadow Hand was caught in Su Mo’s grasp. *Crack! Crack!* A series of crisp snaps followed.

The legendary Bloody Shadow Hands—now just splintered bone and pulp.

Diao Heming shrieked, thrashing wildly, and lashed out with a kick aimed at Su Mo’s temple.

Su Mo didn’t even flinch, taking the hit head-on.

While his hands made him infamous, his kicks were the real killers.

Seeing his foot connect, Diao Heming exulted silently.

*He’s wide open—this kick’s gonna finish him!*

But the next moment, white-hot agony exploded up his leg.

His foot hadn’t hit flesh—it was like kicking steel!

The harder the impact, the worse the backlash.

*Crack!* His leg followed his hands—bones shattered instantly.

"Nice try," Su Mo chuckled, grabbing Diao Heming by the chest and piledriving him into the dirt.

*CRASH!*

The ground instantly cratered, forming a small pit. Diao Heming’s eyes bulged wide, his pupils already blank—dead where he stood.

At this, Su Mo looked up at Yin Xiaoyu, then at the two men beside her, and smiled faintly:

"So, did I pass the first test?"

"You bastard!"

"Brother Diao!!"

The two men beside Yin Xiaoyu shouted simultaneously, then lunged forward to fight Su Mo to the death.

But Yin Xiaoyu yanked them backward:

"You're no match for him. Don’t throw your lives away for nothing."

"Boss..."

The two turned to look at Yin Xiaoyu, only to see a terrifying wave of killing intent radiating from her.

The words caught in their throats.

Their gazes fell upon Diao Heming’s corpse, and they gasped sharply. When they looked back at Su Mo, it was as if they were staring at death itself.

Su Mo, meanwhile, studied Yin Xiaoyu thoughtfully before suddenly realizing something:

"You’ve gone berserk?"

"Good eye..."

Yin Xiaoyu managed to say:

"Years ago, I ran off with a man and was put on Tianxiang Pavilion’s hit list.

"He swore we’d grow old together, yet he was tempted by Tianxiang Pavilion’s reward.

"He secretly reported our whereabouts to them.

"He thought he’d gain wealth and status, but he was signing his own death warrant.

"After being hunted relentlessly, I was finally cornered with no escape.

"But who would’ve thought... I’d find a legendary martial arts manual from the Southern Seas—one whispered about but never found...

"The Slayerheart Demon Sutra!!"

As she spoke, she advanced step by step, her killing intent growing fiercer with every step.

In all his years wandering the martial world, Su Mo had never encountered such overpowering bloodlust.

Yin Xiaoyu’s aura had solidified into something tangible, as if a shroud of pure malice had unfurled behind her!

It exploded outward, engulfing everything.

Su Mo’s eyebrows shot up, and he immediately waved his hand:

"Fall back!!"

The killing intent was beyond words.

Here’s the refined translation incorporating the expert suggestions:

Loose streams of inner force and killing intent fused together.

One targeted the psyche, while the other sought to take lives.

Any normal person caught in it would die on the spot.

Even martial arts masters, enveloped by this killing intent, would have their spirit broken.

The smallest chink in one's mental armor would let the killing intent through, leaving them utterly vulnerable.

Wang Chaosheng and the others wouldn’t last a second against this killing intent, which was why Su Mo told them to retreat fast.

And it wasn’t just them.

Even Yin Xiaoyu’s two subordinates had already backed away, knowing exactly what was coming once her killing intent erupted.

By now, Su Mo understood why they said Yin Xiaoyu left piles of bodies wherever she went.

Wielding such demonic techniques, it wasn’t just her who killed—her very skills hungered for blood.

As for Yin Xiaoyu, her eyes had turned completely blood-red.

No trace of white remained in them.

She clung to consciousness by a thread as she whispered:

"Young Hero Su… you never should’ve gotten involved in this."

"Your bright future ends here…"

"I’m sorry… I never wanted to kill…"

"But… farewell…"

As she spoke, her eyes suddenly snapped shut.

All the killing intent and inner force swirling around her recoiled violently, coursing back into her veins.

As if none of it had ever happened.

She staggered drunkenly, barely able to stand.

Su Mo studied her intently, lost in contemplation.

Meanwhile, her two subordinates, looking on from a distance, let out heavy sighs:

"That guy’s finished. The second Chief witnesses death, the Slayerheart Demon Sutra goes wild."

"Once the killing intent rises, it cuts down gods and Buddhas alike."

"After killing him, I fear even Pingyang City will be turned to cinders."

"Wang Chaosheng, that lecherous old fool, only got spared because Chief took pity, playing clever to limit casualties."

"Yet he had to dig up some foolhardy kid who doesn’t know when to quit."

"Now we’ve got no choice but to wait till Chief’s inner force runs dry." "Then we’ll need to move fast to subdue her."

"Then he took the Poison Dragon Alchemy Scripture to see if it contained a prescription that could cure her demonic possession."

"The Chief said that man once warned the Slayerheart Demon Sutra was far too sinister."

"Scouring the entire South Sea, only a few artifacts might suppress its power."

"And the Poison Dragon Alchemy Scripture might provide a permanent cure, but such thoughts are pointless now—these people are as good as dead..."

As the two muttered, Wang Chaosheng's group saw their expressions change dramatically.

They never imagined Yin Xiaoyu would be practicing the Slayerheart Demon Sutra.

Wei Ziyi watched their faces cycle through emotions like a kaleidoscope and asked curiously:

"What exactly is the Slayerheart Demon Sutra?"

"When killing intent awakens, the demon heart arises!"

Wang Chaosheng, his roguish facade gone, looked deathly serious:

"Legend has it this martial art was created by an old demon who terrorized the South Sea centuries ago."

"He emerged in the martial arts world a hundred years back."

"Originally an assassin from the Shadowkill Pavilion."

"But he suddenly defected and wandered the South Sea freely."

"The Shadowkill Pavilion, being in the assassination business, couldn't let him walk free."

"With agents throughout the South Sea—their identities and skills unknown—"

"History records only one failed mission."

"And that was their hunt for him!"

"The Pavilion emptied its vaults, sending all its masters after him."

"The entire South Sea was in turmoil. Though the three great powers could have intervened, they wanted no part in this bloodshed."

"All assumed he'd perish."

"Yet in this unparalleled manhunt, he only grew more formidable."

"One after another, the Pavilion's assassins fell to his blade."

"With each battle, his skills sharpened further."

"In the end, he struck fear into even the Shadowkill Pavilion's deadliest killers."

"They were ready to withdraw when something unexpected happened..."

"The old demon had only fought pursurers until that night he took shelter in a town."

"Overcome by bloodlust, he butchered every soul in town—three thousand five hundred lives extinguished by dawn."

"The martial sects of the South Sea rose in outrage."

"They banded together to exterminate him." "Yet even against their combined might, he fought without hesitation."

"The more setbacks he faced, the braver he became, roaming the land and leaving rivers of blood in his wake."

"At that time, many believed the waters of the South Sea had turned three shades darker, all because so many had been slain that their blood flowed into the ocean, staining its depths."

As these words rang out, Yin Xiaoyu had already sprung into action.

With a single sway of her foot, her body teetered precariously, yet in an instant, she stood face-to-face with Su Mo.

She raised her palm, striking upward from below, aiming straight for Su Mo’s throat and chin.

The speed and force behind the strike were bordering on miraculous.

What’s more, the surge of inner energy and murderous intent contained within that single palm strike made it nearly impossible to block or evade.

It made the blood run cold!

Yet, in the next moment, a sharp *crack* resounded.

Su Mo retreated a step, snatched her wrist with snake-like speed, and exerted force, intending to crush her bones. But as his grip tightened, it felt as though he were squeezing boiled leather—unyielding and impossible to grasp firmly. He couldn’t help but acknowledge the Slayerheart Demon Sutra’s profound techniques.

Without hesitation, he twisted her arm, swinging her entire body in a wide arc before slamming her toward the ground.

But Yin Xiaoyu clung to Su Mo’s arm like a tenacious leech, wrapping herself around it. Then, without warning, she opened her mouth and attempted to bite down on Su Mo’s wrist.

Su Mo froze in disbelief.

Having crossed blades with countless masters in his time, he had never seen any school or sect resort to biting in the heat of battle.

But Su Mo’s body was tempered like steel—such crude tactics meant nothing to him.

Sure enough, when her razor-sharp teeth clamped down, it was as though she had bitten into solid metal.

With a sharp *crack*, four or five of her front teeth shattered and scattered.

Even so, the woman refused to relent. With her teeth gone, she bit down with toothless fury, using the sheer force of her jaw to try and damage Su Mo’s bones.

But it was useless.

Su Mo had initially intended to hurl her to the ground, but now, with a flash of purple light in his palm, he channeled the might of the Purple Sun Divine Palm.

Yet, in this demonic frenzy, Yin Xiaoyu moved with unparalleled swiftness.

With a flicker of her figure, the force of the Purple Sun Divine Palm only managed to graze the hem of her fluttering robes.

Meanwhile, Yin Xiaoyu pushed off the ground with one hand, her body streaking like a comet as she leaped three zhang away.

The tip of her foot barely touched the ground before she lunged forward again, raising two fingers. A blood-red aura emanated from her fingertips.

*Shhhk! Shhhk! Shhhk!*

A relentless series of whistling death cries erupted, as though countless fingers were striking from all eight directions, all aimed at Su Mo.

This was none other than the Heart-Piercing Finger, a technique from the Slayerheart Demon Sutra.

Charged with Slayerheart True Qi, any strike would channel the energy inward, shattering the target's heart with unstoppable force.

Yet now, Yin Xiaoyu acted purely on instinct—it wasn’t her controlling the technique, but the martial art controlling her.

So this move meant to decide the battle was being spammed relentlessly, like it was free.

Yin Xiaoyu stabbed wildly, blood trickling from her lips, eyes clenched shut, face contorted in frenzied delight—

as if her actions brought her ecstatic joy!

Wang Chaosheng and the others, chatting idly moments ago, now turned pale at the sight.

As countless piercing shadows of the Heart-Piercing Finger converged toward Su Mo, the three-zhang radius around him echoed with explosions.

The ground churned with flying debris, while stray finger-energy bursts punched holes through the distant mountain temple walls.

For a moment, they couldn’t help worrying for Su Mo.

Wang Chaosheng’s voice turned grim:

"Chengying, get out of here.

"That Yin Xiaoyu’s practicing the Slayerheart Demon Sutra—this isn’t just our family’s problem anymore, but a crisis for the entire South Sea!

"With this demonic sutra resurfacing, the South Sea’s martial world will plunge into chaos.

"Go to Pingyang Prefecture now. Tell the prefect to evacuate the islanders.

"If Chief Escort Su can’t stop this demoness, we at least keep the island’s folks from getting caught up in this."

"Father… what about you?"

Wang Chengying froze.

Wang Chaosheng sighed. "How can I bail after causing this mess? If Chief Escort Su fails, I’ll step up myself—see if I can use our old marriage bond to curb the slaughter."

"???"

The first half was understandable, but the rest? Sheer madness!

As he wrestled with this, Wei Ziyi cut in:

"Didn’t the South Sea sects gang up and kill that old demon later?"

Wang Chengying was dumbstruck.

Chief Escort Su might be dying—was this the time for history lessons?