Chapter Eighty-Five: Netting Them All

Chapter Eighty-Five: Netting Them All

"A true man should be like this!!!"

"Fine work, Chief Su! May I ask for your esteemed name, Chief Su?"

"To see a real hero before dying—no regrets!"

Su Mo's words seemed to ignite the passion of everyone present.

Though poisoned and unable to move, he exuded an overwhelming heroic spirit that captivated everyone.

Zangming Zhenren’s face turned ashen as he coldly scanned the crowd before turning to Su Mo.

He shook his head slightly, "Chief Su, I respect your talent and advised you kindly. If you remain so stubborn, your life will end in an instant."

"I was hoping to learn from your prowess."

Su Mo smiled faintly.

"Hmph."

Zangming Zhenren sneered, "Dealing with you doesn’t require my personal intervention."

With those words, he pointed at Liu Suifeng.

In the next moment, Liu Suifeng stood up and stepped into the center.

"Chief Su’s internal and physical strength are remarkable. Let’s see how many moves of the Heavenly Rainbow Heart-Quest Sword you can withstand."

Zangming Zhenren chuckled coldly, "Let my blood thrall fight on my behalf and see its power."

As he spoke, Liu Suifeng placed his finger on the hilt, gently pushing the sword forward, revealing its sharp edge.

Suddenly, someone shouted:

"Chief Su, run! The Heavenly Rainbow Heart-Quest Sword is formidable!"

"You’re too young to die here. With you alive, there’s still hope for justice in the southwest!"

"The Fallen Phoenix Alliance, Hall of No Life, Heavenly Blade Sect, and East City factions know nothing of this. Leave and seek help; avenge us!"

"Yes, it’s not worth dying here."

Someone even rose angrily, "Filthy scoundrel! Come after me if you dare. Attacking a child, what kind of Yuliu Jianxin are you?"

Regardless of their pleas, Su Mo did not turn to leave.

Regardless of their words, Liu Suifeng’s sword had already left its sheath.

The Heavenly Rainbow Heart-Quest Sword had long been renowned in the martial world, but this was Su Mo’s first encounter with this technique.

Sword qi soared like a flying rainbow, appearing and disappearing in an instant, leaving invisible traces behind.

When the traces vanished, the blade had already pierced a heart.

But not Su Mo’s heart!

The person struck stood behind Su Mo, dressed as a disciple of Profound Theory Valley, eyes wide with disbelief.

They couldn’t believe the sword would strike them.

In the next moment, blood gushed skyward, and a muffled sound echoed through the air.

Invisible true qi spread out, causing all the windows of the Profound Theory Pavilion to rattle fiercely.

Liu Suifeng retreated three steps, his brow slightly furrowed.

The struck person reached the door, blood flowing visibly from their chest. They frowned and casually reached into the air.

Several cries of agony rang out, and several Profound Theory Valley disciples immediately withered, turning into desiccated corpses.

The black blood surged up from their crown points, transforming into layers of blood threads that fused into the palm of the person in front of the door.

As the flesh pulsed, the wound on this person's chest actually healed at a visible speed.

"How so?"

Su Mo glanced at the person and looked at Liu Suifeng.

"Some internal disturbance. Three divine arts together cannot be underestimated."

Liu Suifeng looked at the person opposite him:

"Yuanquan Scripture... Blood Sea Heaven-Replenishing Record. You must be the leader of the Blood Sea Division. To think the Youquan Cult would deploy the full force of one division. If not for your ambush, today would have been more troublesome."

His voice was icy, colder than the sword in his hand.

It seemed to weave a breeze that could blow into one’s heart.

Yet... the entire Profound Theory Pavilion fell silent.

What... What is happening?

Not just the righteous martial artists present, even Zangming Zhenren wore a stunned expression!

Liu Suifeng had clearly been turned into a blood thrall. How... could he now be unharmed?

His heart tightened as he silently activated his heart technique, trying to control the blood slave.

However, Liu Suifeng merely snorted coldly. With a flash of his sword, Zang Ming Zhenren's face turned slightly pale, and he took two steps back, collapsing into a chair.

Liu Suifeng slowly turned his head to look at Zang Ming Zhenren.

Though he said nothing, his eyes were filled with indifference.

Zang Ming Zhenren's heart tightened, and he suddenly looked at Su Mo: "It was you... it was you who did this!?"

Su Mo nodded but ignored him, instead glancing outside at the sky:

"We've delayed for so long; it should be about time. Why haven't they arrived yet?"

Upon hearing these words, Zang Ming Zhenren's heart sank heavily.

At that moment, a disciple from Profound Theory Valley rushed in.

Seeing the scene before him, he froze, unsure whether to speak or not.

Zang Ming Zhenren, recalling Su Mo's words, demanded, "What is it?"

"Lord!"

The disciple immediately knelt on one knee: "A strange person has come, claiming to borrow a sword. When we tried to stop them, they forcibly entered Profound Theory Valley."

Zang Ming Zhenren glared angrily at Su Mo.

Su Mo, however, looked puzzled: "This person... why are they here now?"

"What are you pretending for?!"

Zang Ming Zhenren exploded with rage.

By now, how could he not understand that everything today had been within Su Mo's expectations, despite seeming like he had the upper hand?

Since Liu Suifeng hadn't become a blood slave, the only person capable of achieving this feat in all of Profound Theory Valley was undoubtedly Su Mo.

And if Su Mo had already met Liu Suifeng, how could he have no suspicion about his identity?

Everything Su Mo had done today was just an act.

The reason for the act, as Su Mo had mentioned earlier, was to delay time!

The time they had bought could accomplish many things.

Now, someone had come to attack, yet Su Mo acted as if he were innocent, which was infuriating.

Su Mo's lips twitched: "Believe me or not, this person has nothing to do with me."

He then glanced at Liu Suifeng: "But it does have something to do with you."

"???"

Liu Suifeng looked at Su Mo in confusion, wondering how it could be related to him.

This wasn't what they had agreed upon.

If they were confused, how much more bewildered must those sitting there, unable to move, feel?

They exchanged glances, feeling that while they understood every word spoken, they couldn't make sense of the whole situation.

What did it mean!?

Just as they were perplexed, a long whistle approached from afar, quickly reaching the courtyard in front of Profound Theory Pavilion.

Two disciples from Youquan Cult leaped up to block the intruder.

Black energy gathered in their palms, readying the Black Heart Palm.

However, the newcomer lifted an arm, and without any visible move, a cold moonlight flashed.

In the next moment, the two Youquan Cult disciples lay dead.

As the person landed, it became clear that they held a sword, standing tall:

"Chief Su, you sure know how to delegate tasks. How did one thing turn into so many complications? Luckily, I was quick-witted, or things might not have gone smoothly."

This person was none other than Wei Ziyi!

Su Mo glanced at her and smiled lightly: "How did it go?"

"The reinforcements from Jade Willow Villa, along with your people and mine, have converged around Profound Theory Valley. Additionally, I intercepted a troublesome character on the way and led them here. This person will create chaos first, giving us a significant advantage."

Wei Ziyi snapped open a folding fan, on which were written four characters: "Gentleman as Jade!"

"With this, our plan is complete. Today, we will capture all the Youquan Cult devils present!"