Chapter Sixty-Seven: Nothing More Than This

Chapter Sixty-Seven: Nothing More Than This

Since the rumor of Liu Suifeng's severe injury spread, people from both the righteous and evil factions of the martial world have been flocking here.

Some wanted to plot against the Heavenly Rainbow Heart-Quest Sword, while others did not want them to succeed.

Regardless of their motives, none of those who came escaped. Some were already used for cultivation, while the living ones were all imprisoned beneath the Pinjian Tower.

Among these people, some had been detained for as long as a month, while others for only three or five days.

At this moment, they emerged like madmen.

Initially, they were cautious, mindful of Su Mo and Zang Ming Zhenren's instructions, but once discovered, they immediately lost all restraint.

In an instant, cries of battle erupted, and the group of caged wolves finally had a chance to unleash their fury.

On Su Mo's side, however, he looked at Ye Yichen in surprise:

"Fake?"

Although Su Mo had never truly believed Luo Zhen along the way,

he had never doubted his identity.

"Does Great Hero Ye have any proof?"

"I came here specifically for Luo Zhen."

Ye Yichen said, "Ugly Gentleman Luo Zhen is not very well-known, but he is known for his righteousness. Despite his ugly appearance and sharp tongue, his heart is kind due to past experiences that made him somewhat cynical.

"After the rumor of Yuliu Jianxin Liu Suifeng's severe injury spread, he said, 'Yuliu Jianxin is good for the righteous path, even if he is somewhat pretentious, he doesn't deserve such a fate.' He then invited me to come to Jade Willow Villa to help... but I didn't want to get involved and refused.

"I never expected him to disappear after that, so I decided to investigate.

"Today, when I arrived here, I saw Ugly Gentleman Luo Zhen. Although they looked identical, those familiar with him could tell it wasn't him.

"My purpose here was to find out what happened to Luo Zhen, so I pretended not to know."

Su Mo's lips twitched, feeling like he had heard this before...

Back in the Pinjian Tower, Luo Zhen had used almost the same words, with only a few minor details different.

But now was not the time to discuss this: "Let's leave here first; we can talk about this later."

"Agreed."

Ye Yichen understood the urgency, but still couldn't help asking: "Did Chief Su see Luo Zhen?"

"..."

Su Mo's lips twitched again: "If I had seen him, would I let him escape? However... I doubt you'll find Luo Zhen here."

After they separated earlier, Su Mo hadn't seen Luo Zhen again.

He probably knew that his identity would be revealed if he helped, so he slipped away.

But with Youquan Cult disciples all around, it was unlikely he had supernatural abilities.

Without further ado, the three of them moved on. Su Mo led Ye Yichen, and Yang Xiaoyun followed the others. They proceeded forward, where the recently released martial artists and Youquan Cult disciples were fighting fiercely in the tunnel.

In terms of numbers, the released martial artists were a minority.

The Youquan Cult disciples practiced the Blackheart Palm, making each one formidable, especially with their numbers. If this were outside, they might capture everyone again.

However, the tunnel terrain limited the number of opponents they faced at any given time, highlighting the importance of the front line.

Little Vajra Chu Xiong, Zang Ming Zhenren, and Fire Fox Hu Sanniang led the charge, unstoppable.

Little Vajra Chu Xiong's body was trained to withstand great force, with every move capable of splitting mountains.

Fire Fox Hu Sanniang, despite being a woman, practiced a powerful and domineering internal art, imbued with pure yang energy.

This martial art clashed slightly with her femininity, though it didn't affect her physically, it made her temper fiery and her moves lethal, dealing fatal blows in close combat.

Compared to them, Zang Ming Zhenren, who had been rescued by Su Mo and the others, was weakened by the Blood Transformation Divine Art and performed below their level.

However, the True Sutra of Satisfaction was orthodox, and the old Taoist's experience allowed him to fight effectively without showing any signs of strain, rendering the Youquan Cult disciples ineffective even before they could use their Blackheart Palm.

With these three leading the way, the Youquan Cult disciples could only retreat wherever they went.

As they reclaimed the path, they encountered more cells. Some opened the doors, while others unsealed the prisoners.

If everything went as planned, they could push all the Youquan Cult members out of the Pinjian Tower.

However... there was always an unexpected turn.

Zang Ming Zhenren, weakened by age and prolonged torture by the Blood Transformation Divine Art, felt his strength waning after prolonged fighting.

He called out, "Which hero will take over for this poor Taoist for a moment?"

"I will!"

Someone stepped forward behind Zang Ming Zhenren, who retreated smoothly, allowing the newcomer to fill the gap.

Unexpectedly, just as he stood firm, he saw dozens of Youquan Cult disciples suddenly merge into one.

Standing at the forefront was a man, with others behind him continuously channeling their inner energy into his body.

In an instant, black aura surged and enveloped the man.

As he raised both palms, an overwhelming stench of blood filled the tunnel!

"Do not meet it head-on!!!"

Zang Ming Zhenren had just steadied himself when he witnessed this scene, his eyes nearly bulging out in shock.

How could that man not know that he should not meet it head-on?

But if he did not intercept this palm strike, the members of the Youquan Cult would surely exploit the opportunity, and there would be no such advantage of time and place as now.

With gritted teeth, he burst into a wild laugh:

"A true man should live boldly and fearlessly! Death is but a small matter; what does Guo Chong have to fear!!!"

With that, he thrust both palms forward, mustering all his strength to meet the attack head-on.

At that moment, a powerful force suddenly struck from behind his neck. Stunned, Guo Chong felt his throat tighten as he was sent flying backward, hearing a voice say:

"Brave Sir Guo!"

Looking up again, he saw a young man in tight-fitting clothes, carrying a sword case on his back, already extending his palm to meet the black-hearted palm.

"No!!"

Guo Chong was horrified and cried out in alarm.

Unexpectedly, the young man merely paused for a moment, and with a loud crack, the ground seemed to tremble violently. With a single palm strike, he clashed fiercely with the Youquan Cult member's double palms.

Boom!!!!

The two immense forces collided, and the Youquan Cult member staggered, blood seeping through his entire body within an instant, leaving him shattered and scattered on the ground.

The other members of the Youquan Cult behind him also spat blood and fell to the ground, clearing the tunnel.

Su Mo lightly shook his hand:

"Nothing more than this."