### Chapter 90: The Thirteen Life-Seizing Swords

### Chapter 90: The Thirteen Life-Seizing Swords

The joys and sorrows between people have never been shared.

No one could imagine the torment that the three Commanders of the Blood Sea Department were enduring at this moment.

Their eyes had lost sight of the entire world.

All that remained was a single sword.

A sword that could take their lives at any moment but chose not to.

The demonic arts they once wielded with impunity possessed the power to reshape heaven and earth, allowing wounds to heal swiftly by sacrificing fellow disciples of the Youquan Cult who practiced the same martial arts.

But... who cared?

In the Youquan Cult, higher ranks always dominated lower ones.

The lower ranks were mere ants.

They could treat ordinary disciples of the Youquan Cult this way, and the Second Department's Venerable Lords could do the same to them.

The Youquan Cult's leader, towering above all, could demand anything from the disciples within the cult.

To them, this was perfectly natural.

Moreover, they believed it was an opportunity to contribute to their sacred cult.

From then on, their lives belonged to others, and others' lives belonged to the cult.

This was what they meant by "the netherworld never dying, the yellow springs never drying."

In a sense, the Youquan Scripture connected every member of the Youquan Cult into a cohesive whole, from top to bottom.

They did not fear this; instead, they took pride in it and felt content.

But today... this proud and self-assured demonic art failed to give them even a shred of security.

Even when fully unleashed, it only prolonged their suffering.

All because of the sword before them, which made the heavens and earth pale in comparison.

The three Commanders no longer knew how long they had endured or what parts of their bodies were missing.

It could be their arms, legs, hands, noses, or ears.

Each strike from Su Mo took away a piece of them.

Yet he controlled his strikes, ensuring they did not die.

Su Mo hoped to reach the fifteenth strike, as he wasn't sure if he would ever get such a good opportunity again.

As for the three Commanders... they just wanted to survive.

In fact, it wasn't an exaggeration to say that they had never understood what "Youquan" truly meant more than they did now.

It felt like enduring endless torture in a boundless darkness for millions of years.

Finally, Su Mo smiled.

With this smile, he struck again.

And this was the fifteenth strike!

At the moment Su Mo delivered the fifteenth strike, the three Commanders suddenly found the world before them becoming clear again.

No longer was it a hazy blur of death and destruction.

There was something else besides the sword.

This gave them a glimmer of hope.

In a life-and-death battle, a moment is eternity.

Being experts in this field, the three Commanders would not let go of any chance.

Immediately, they activated their demonic arts, and in an instant, the disciples of the Profound Theory Valley screamed in agony.

This left the righteous sects bewildered.

How could these enemies die on their own while fighting?

For a moment, they wondered if they had unknowingly practiced some demonic art.

In just moments, the three Commanders had conjured a raging river of blood around them, swirling endlessly.

Boiling and surging, it transformed into massive waves that rolled continuously.

Wei Ziyi's pupils contracted:

"Raging Blood Waves!"

At this critical moment, the three Commanders channeled all their inner strength, unleashing the Raging Blood Waves with the life force of over a hundred Youquan Cult disciples, sweeping towards Su Mo.

And Su Mo thrust out his sword at this moment!

This strike was not flashy.

It lacked much sword qi.

Yet it was extremely pure.

Pure to the point of simplicity.

Simple to the point of ordinariness.

Ordinary to the extent that this seemed like just a plain and simple stab.

And just like that, it simply pierced through the surging waves of blood formed by the three great demonic arts.

As if those weren't waves of blood or ultimate techniques, but merely an ordinary red silk ribbon.

With the sword passing through, they naturally parted on both sides, without any effort!

Then, with this sword thrust forward, it pierced through the necks of two more people.

It was unclear whether he had actively stabbed through their necks or if they had offered their necks to his sword, dying willingly.

Finally, the sword pierced into the throat of Zang Ming Zhenren.

Everything was simple and reasonable.

As if this were the most basic truth in the world.

And this... was the truth of death!

This was the ultimate killing sword technique, used not for anything else but to take lives.

"What... is this sword technique?"

Zang Ming Zhenren hadn't died yet, but there was no longer any life in his eyes, as if he had only one lingering obsession left.

"The Thirteen Life-Seizing Swords."

Su Mo grinned. "Thank you all for your full cooperation; finally, I managed to use this last sword strike."

With this sword strike, Su Mo was quite satisfied.

Three days ago, he delivered the escort to Liu Suifeng.

The next day, the system completed its calculations, and what he ultimately obtained was the Thirteen Life-Seizing Swords!

The system's reward was naturally a sword technique at the pinnacle of perfection.

But the problem was, no matter how much Su Mo tried to visualize it in his mind, it always felt lacking.

Occasionally, when he mimicked the movements with his fingers, it felt even more unsatisfactory.

Eventually, he realized he needed an opponent.

Although Profound Theory Valley lacked many things, it certainly didn't lack opponents.

However, these opponents needed to be capable enough; if they couldn't withstand all fifteen strikes, mastering the Thirteen Life-Seizing Swords would still fall short.

In his opinion, if the leader of the Blood Sea Department and the three order leaders had joined forces, it would have been the best choice.

But since Liu Suifeng still harbored some grudges against the leader of the Blood Sea Department, Su Mo could only choose the remaining three order leaders to test his sword.

Finally, after going through numerous trials, Su Mo unleashed the strongest fifteenth strike.

"Pity, it still feels incomplete."

Su Mo sighed. The power of this sword strike had not been fully unleashed; at best, it was only a tenth of its true potential.

But he understood that from the seventh strike onward, he had been holding back.

Otherwise, these three people wouldn't have lasted until the fifteenth strike; they might have died by the eighth or ninth strike.

Especially with the fourteenth strike, Su Mo had held back not just water, but the entire sea!

Thus, the final fifteenth strike naturally fell short.

Or rather, the fifteenth strike was already the limit these three order leaders could withstand.

Even so, with this move, Su Mo had fully grasped the essence of the Thirteen Life-Seizing Swords.

As Su Mo spoke, he slowly pulled the long sword out of Zang Ming Zhenren's throat. At that moment, Zang Ming Zhenren's still-breathing corpse suddenly withered and twisted, becoming a mummy within seconds.

A burst of blood light shot out from the corpse's hundred meeting points, forming a line.

Following the line, Su Mo saw the leader of the Blood Sea Department using the Blood Sea Replenishment Scripture to absorb the vital energy before flying away.

Liu Suifeng's sword aura surged as he followed closely behind.

Su Mo hesitated slightly but also followed.

Yang Xiaoyun naturally followed closely behind Su Mo.

Wei Ziyi wanted to join in the excitement too, but then she suddenly looked at the sword borrower.

The sword borrower showed no intention of borrowing a sword; instead, he turned and walked out of Profound Theory Valley.

"You're not borrowing a sword anymore?"

Wei Ziyi felt as if she had seen a ghost.

Su Mo didn't know, but she did. This person had caused quite a commotion over borrowing a sword.

Many sects in East City had already reached their limits with him, but they could do nothing about it.

The borrower paused slightly, turned to look at Wei Ziyi, and grinned. "I've already borrowed it."

"???"

Wei Ziyi was taken aback, somewhat confused.

"What I wanted to borrow... was never the sword."

The borrower turned around. "Tell him I owe him a favor. If he ever has the chance to visit Fenjian Cliff, I'll treat him to a drink and personally forge him a fine sword."

As these words fell, an object flew toward Wei Ziyi.

It was a small sword, no bigger than a palm, with two characters engraved on its blade: Fenjian!

"Heicang Mountain, Fenjian Cliff... you're from Beichuan Sword Nurturing Hut!?"

Wei Ziyi's expression suddenly changed dramatically.