Chapter 66 Fake?

Chapter 66 Fake?

When they arrived, the three of them were cautious, and now that there were four of them, they remained equally cautious.

They had discussed it just now; all the martial artists who had been abducted were currently locked in rooms.

Given this, their first priority was to increase their own numbers.

Most of the members of the Youquan Cult were practicing tonight, so the situation outside was still unclear. However, they needed to act quickly here.

While the Youquan Cult members were busy with their cultivation, they aimed to release as many fellow martial artists as possible.

Once gathered, they would not give the Youquan Cult members any time to react, pushing out with overwhelming force.

Zang Ming, the True Master, was remarkable. Despite enduring the torment of the Blood Transformation Skill for so long, he could now move freely. When Su Mo asked him, Zang Ming said his internal energy flow was still slightly sluggish, but overall, he was ready to fight.

In the blink of an eye, the four of them arrived at a cell door.

The person inside was cursing loudly: "Damn brats! If you have the guts, let me out and see if I don't crush each one of you."

"It's Little Vajra Chu Xiong!"

Zang Ming, well-versed in many things, recognized the person in the cell at once.

The man inside also saw Su Mo and the others when they approached.

He was momentarily stunned.

When Su Mo and the others passed by earlier, he had noticed them but assumed they were Youquan Cult brats and cursed them fiercely.

Now, however, something felt off. Zang Ming looked somewhat disheveled, familiar yet unrecognizable at first glance.

Zang Ming frowned looking at the thick iron chain on the cell door. "To save him, we'll need to find the key first."

It wasn't that the iron chain could stop their internal energy, but breaking it bare-handed would make too much noise and attract trouble.

"Let me try."

Su Mo stepped forward, grabbed the iron chain with both hands, and twisted it gently. The chain snapped like wet clay, making a slight sound that was insignificant.

His Dragon Elephant Prajna Skill combined internal and external strength, making his power astonishing.

Though the chain was as thick as a child's arm, it was nothing against his brute strength.

Luo Zhen, watching this, couldn't help but twitch his eyes.

Recalling the conflict in the main hall of Jade Willow Villa with Su Mo, even though his actions were well-intended then, he now felt a chill down his spine.

Thankfully, this kid was thick-skinned and cunning; otherwise, if he had acted rashly and punched him, Luo Zhen might not have survived.

Even Zang Ming drew a cold breath. "Young Hero, your physical strength is impressive."

"Just brute strength, nothing special."

As Su Mo spoke, he pushed open the door. Little Vajra Chu Xiong stood up. "Who are you?"

"Now isn't the time for introductions, but you should recognize Zang Ming, the True Master."

Su Mo reached out and immediately understood where Chu Xiong's acupoints were blocked. He tapped his Quchi, Jianjing, and Fengmen points.

With internal energy flowing, Chu Xiong's body shook as his internal energy circulated through his meridians, and he took a deep breath.

Despite still being confused, he bowed to Su Mo. "Thank you for saving me!"

"You're welcome."

Su Mo said, "Many fellow martial artists are imprisoned here. The Youquan Cult members are practicing their dark arts tonight, which is a good opportunity to rescue them. If you have any questions, we can discuss them later. Right now, rescuing people is more important."

"Alright."

Chu Xiong was indeed straightforward. Looking closely, the ragged old man beside him was indeed Zang Ming.

Given the situation, no further questioning was necessary. Anyone with a bit of sense would understand what was happening.

He clenched his fists, ready to follow Su Mo out of the cell, asking only one question:

"When do we attack?"

"When we can't hide anymore!"

Su Mo grinned.

When we can't hide anymore...

Fewer people made hiding easier, but with more people, hiding became impossible.

At that point, hiding would be unnecessary.

They would act directly.

Without further ado, they continued their mission.

Anyone imprisoned here was significant.

Little Vajra Chu Xiong, Dragon Catcher He Tong, Fire Fox Hu Sanniang, Windy Night Feng Beixiao...

One by one, skilled martial artists were freed by Su Mo, who broke the chains and released their blocked acupoints. The group grew larger and larger.

Along the way, they encountered several patrols of Youquan Cult disciples.

However, with the increase in Su Mo's numbers, these people were no longer a concern.

The martial artists who had been imprisoned here were already restless and, without waiting for the Youquan Cult members to speak, charged forward. If only they had their swords... otherwise, it would have certainly ended in a massacre.

Caught off guard, even though the Youquan Cult disciples possessed the vicious Black Heart Palm technique, they had no chance to use it.

After killing a few patrolling Youquan Cult disciples, they managed to find the keys.

Immediately, several people split off, spreading out to act independently, greatly accelerating the rescue efforts.

Su Mo led Yang Xiaoyun through the corridors, continuously rescuing prisoners, until they suddenly stopped in front of a cell.

Peering inside, they saw a dispirited scholar sitting within.

Feeling someone at the door, he looked up, and upon seeing them, his face twisted in rage:

"Demonic brats, what do you want now?"

Su Mo's lips twitched; this scholar was none other than the Poisonous Scholar Ye Yichen.

He hadn't expected that this man had entered Pinjian Tower first but caused no commotion.

It turned out he had been locked up in a cell all along.

Su Mo reached out and unlocked the chains, then pushed the door open.

Ye Yichen was stunned: "You... wait, it's you?"

He finally recognized Su Mo and Yang Xiaoyun.

Su Mo nodded: "Let's get out of here first, Ye Daxia."

"Alright, besides you two, who else is there?"

As Ye Yichen walked out, he said: "Although I found the mechanism and entered this place, I didn't expect the entrance to be guarded by Youquan Cult disciples practicing their demonic arts. They attacked me on sight, truly shameless. Otherwise, in a one-on-one fight, although their Black Heart Palm is formidable, my skills wouldn't necessarily lose to theirs."

Su Mo imagined Ye Yichen entering this place and felt a pang of sympathy for him.

He added casually: "Besides us, we've also rescued Zhenren Cangming, Little Vajra Chu Xiong, and Senior He Tong the Dragon Seizer... Oh, and Ugly Gentleman Luo Zhen is also with us."

At this, Ye Yichen suddenly stiffened: "Who? Luo Zhen!?"

"Huh?"

Su Mo was taken aback: "What's wrong?"

"The Luo Zhen in the main hall tonight?"

Ye Yichen asked urgently.

Su Mo nodded: "Yes, him."

"...That's a fake!!!"

As he spoke, the sounds of battle erupted, clearly signaling that the moment of confrontation had arrived.