Chapter 56: The Blood Transformation Divine Art

Chapter 56: The Blood Transformation Divine Art

This ugly gentleman Luo Zhen narrated these words in a coherent manner.

Su Mo listened, his face unmoved, but his heart was pounding like a drum.

Liu Suifeng severely injured?

Both the righteous and the evil factions came calling!

But none of them left...

If this is true, what exactly happened within Jade Willow Villa?

Who committed these murders?

Seeing how Luo Zhen spoke logically and reasonably, it didn’t seem like he was making things up on the spot.

Even so, Su Mo still snorted coldly, "What kind of place is Jade Willow Villa? How could Liu Suifeng be severely injured? Senior, are you trying to deceive me with lies?"

"…You, young man, where is your sense of righteousness? You dare to hit and curse at your senior. Who would dare to deceive you? I still have the letter my friend gave me."

As he spoke, he indeed reached into his robe and took out a letter, ready to hand it to Su Mo.

"Hold on, Senior, open it yourself and spread it out for me to see."

Su Mo wouldn’t touch something of unknown origin; TV dramas had shown enough tricks involving poisoned letters.

"You’re quite alert."

Luo Zhen had no choice but to take out the letter, spread it open, and show it to Su Mo.

Under the moonlight, Su Mo read through it quickly.

The content was indeed as Luo Zhen described, but whether it was true or not was another matter.

Just as Su Mo was about to say something, Luo Zhen noticed the room full of severed heads.

Earlier, when he arrived, he saw a corpse in front of Pinjian Tower and decided to eavesdrop.

But before he could even listen properly, Su Mo caught him and dragged him out.

After their conversation, he didn’t dare to look around; Su Mo wasn’t someone to mess with—he really did hit people...

So only now did he have the chance to examine the surroundings.

Upon seeing this, he was horrified, "What… What’s going on here? Has Jade Willow Villa turned into a den of demons?"

Su Mo saw that his expression didn’t seem fake and lightly shook his head:

"I just arrived, and I truly don’t know what happened here."

Luo Zhen began searching each head carefully, comparing them with the names below, looking for familiar faces.

After a while, he sighed in relief, "Thank goodness, my friend isn’t here. Otherwise, if we had parted ways only two days ago and he ended up like this, it would be truly pitiful. Although he isn’t as handsome as me, he at least looked human. If he became like this, it would be…"

At this point, he suddenly thought of something and abruptly looked towards the corpse at the entrance of Pinjian Tower.

He had seen it from afar earlier but now looked closely, "Wang Mangzi?"

Wang Taiheng was indeed a brute, and this ugly gentleman never held back his words, calling him Wang Mangzi.

Looking at Su Mo, he couldn’t help but ask, "Did you kill him?"

"If I had killed him, how could Senior still be alive?"

Su Mo’s lips twitched.

Luo Zhen shrank his neck, thinking it over and agreeing with Su Mo’s logic, but still felt a bit resentful, "These days, the younger generation in the martial world really doesn’t know respect anymore…"

Muttering to himself, he approached Wang Taiheng’s corpse.

Examining it closely, his frown deepened.

"How could this be…"

With a sudden thought, he reached out and pulled open Wang Taiheng’s robe.

There, on Wang Taiheng’s chest, was a palm print.

The mark was deeply imprinted more than half an inch, dark in color, with the skin around it twisted into knots, spreading outward in a spiral pattern.

Su Mo hadn’t expected this and frowned tightly, "What kind of palm technique is this?"

"Black Heart Palm."

To Su Mo’s surprise, Luo Zhen answered without hesitation.

Su Mo looked at Luo Zhen with a strange expression.

But Luo Zhen seemed serious, his face changing colors, "How could it be this technique? The Youquan Cult has never operated in this southwestern region. Could it be that…"

Thinking this, he suddenly looked at Su Mo.

But Su Mo had already put on deerskin gloves, pulled Wang Taiheng’s body closer, and headed upstairs without a second thought.

Only then did Luo Zhen come to his senses and hurriedly followed behind Su Mo.

However, when Su Mo reached the second-floor staircase, he paused, listening intently for a moment before swiftly ascending.

His gaze swept across the room, and this floor was also filled with racks, sparsely adorned with heads.

"What's wrong?"

Luo Zhen quickly asked in a low voice.

Su Mo lightly shook his head without elaborating. The scholar he saw earlier should be the Poisonous Scholar Ye Yichen mentioned on the racks.

Su Mo had personally seen him enter the Pinjian Tower through the second-floor window.

But now, he was nowhere to be found.

Not just this second floor, but the entire Pinjian Tower was eerily quiet, devoid of any sound.

However, this wasn't the time to investigate. He approached the window, pushed it open slightly, and saw two figures suddenly appear in mid-air.

The leading figure was none other than a swordsman from the Heavenly Blade Sect.

According to the racks, these two were renegades from the Heavenly Blade Sect, one named Jiang Jiuge, the other Jiang Jiuchou.

Su Mo couldn't tell which was which.

Following closely behind them was Liu Qingkong.

The swordsman, before landing, turned abruptly, and with a flick of his single-edged sword, a streak of blade light cut through the air.

At this moment, Liu Qingkong seemed transformed.

As his robe sleeves swirled, crimson true qi enveloped his body, dissipating the blade light effortlessly.

The swordsman showed no surprise, landing on his toes and immediately charging forward, his blade raised, exuding an overwhelming aura.

The Heavenly Blade Sect's sword technique, when fully unleashed, was truly magnificent, leaving deep marks on the ground with each slash.

Yet Liu Qingkong stood with one hand behind his back, allowing the blade qi to slice and chop around him without harming him at all.

Suddenly, Liu Qingkong reached out with his hand, crimson qi swirling around his fingers, forming a claw that grabbed the swordsman's blade.

Despite being flesh and blood, he caught the blade barehanded, producing a metallic clanging sound in the air.

Crimson true qi then wrapped around the blade, but the swordsman remained expressionless, his face chiseled like stone, though the ground beneath his feet cracked into pieces, indicating his internal energy was at its peak.

At that moment, the blade covered in crimson began to decay, crumbling away.

The swordsman's eyes widened in shock, yet even then, he didn't release his grip on the hilt, only retreating.

He wanted to retreat, but how could Liu Qingkong let him?

True qi swirled around his claw, thrusting towards the swordsman's face.

"Blood Transformation Divine Art!"

Su Mo heard Luo Zhen's voice, trembling slightly.

But he didn't turn to look at him; instead, he looked up and saw a crimson blade suddenly descending from the sky, aiming for Liu Qingkong's hand.

The wielder of this blade was not another swordsman from the Heavenly Blade Sect, but the woman who always wore a half-smile, looking at him...

The name on the rack should be hers... Blood Dove Blade, Ling Hongxia!