Chapter 240: We Agreed to Fight Together

Chapter 240: We Agreed to Fight Together

The power of Su Mo's palm strike was truly extraordinary!

Wan Zangxin's death on the spot left everyone with a complex mix of emotions.

Looking back at his life, it was indeed a series of schemes and manipulations by others.

Sending him to study under the Tianquan Elder to learn the Tianquan Heart-Cleansing Sword was all a ruse to steal the sword technique.

Even his name was taken away, leading to this grand sword debate in Tianquan City, all to make "Wan Zangxin" a renowned name in the martial world!

If Wan Zangxin had truly died earlier under the hands of the Five Ghosts Heavenly Net, today's sword debate in Tianquan City, regardless of the outcome, would have inevitably propelled "Wan Zangxin" to great heights.

Among the eastern factions of East City, he would have secured a prominent position.

The consequences that could have arisen from this are too numerous to count, and the thought is truly chilling.

And the schemes of the Night Lord did not end there.

Trapping the Sect Leader Youquan on the spot was yet another layer of his plan.

Killing two birds with one stone, as they say.

The real Wan Zangxin, however, was nothing more than a pawn to be used and discarded.

He wanted to repay kindness, but he trusted the wrong people.

He wavered between good and evil, ultimately harming his own mentor.

He truly had no face to live in this world, and now his death leaves people with a sense of sorrow.

But while others were mourning, Sect Leader Youquan was furious.

Wan Zangxin's death gave an explanation to the world and to his sect.

But his own question... Wan Zangxin never addressed it!

Was he asking about Wan Zangxin's life?

No, he was clearly asking about the Night Lord's intentions—was it really just to give the righteous factions of East City a chance to attack the Demon Forest?

This man talked for so long, giving explanations and dying to atone for his sins, but he never once considered himself.

However, as everyone present was captivated by Wan Zangxin's corpse, Sect Leader Youquan's eyes behind his mask flickered, and a bloody light surged around him.

As his blood-red robe billowed, the sound of wailing ghosts rose from a sea of blood, and the bloody light transformed into a thousand blades, sweeping in all directions, attacking enemies from every angle.

Although the leaders of the seven major sects lamented Wan Zangxin's fate, they had never truly let their guard down.

Seeing Sect Leader Youquan suddenly erupt with violence, they immediately took action.

Xia Xuanran's folding fan spun open, forming a circular barrier that blocked the bloody energy.

Wei Chi Meng, with a roar, unleashed a powerful burst of energy, charging forward instead of retreating, meeting the bloody force with a punch.

Xuanyuan Xiaoshan smiled slightly, her fingers forming an orchid-like gesture, stopping the bloody energy just three inches away, though her brow furrowed slightly the next moment.

Sect Leader Youquan's strike was clearly aimed at the seven, yet the sheer power of his internal energy was nothing to scoff at.

Although she is revered as the Holy Maiden of the Tianxin Sect, her internal energy was still developing.

Using the Tianxin Sect's unique techniques to block the attack, she found herself locked in a stalemate.

It was the young monk Xuan Zhen who suddenly let out a thunderous roar.

This momentarily caused Sect Leader Youquan's blood-colored true energy to pause in mid-air, and in the next instant, Xuan Zhen stepped forward, his staff slashing down from above with a fierce strike.

This technique, known as "Sudden Awakening Strike," is a sound-based martial art from the Jingchan Temple.

The roar acts as a sonic assault, destabilizing the mind.

The staff technique amplifies its effect, resulting in devastating power!

Though young, the monk had been itching to strike Sect Leader Youquan with his staff from the moment they first met.

Finally, his moment had come.

But as the staff came down, the blood robe billowed, and the strike seemed to pass through empty air.

It was nothing more than a phantom of blood-red energy.

Startled, he glanced up to find Sect Leader Youquan already in mid-air, having slipped free of the encirclement, his robe sleeves swirling around him as he coiled into a ball, ready to make his escape.

But in that instant, a palm shimmering with starlight shot forward, blocking Sect Leader Youquan's path.

The attacker was none other than the Cold Moon Palace's Second Palace Master.

As Sect Leader Youquan launched a sweeping strike, she deftly used the Moonlight Step to evade and ascend into the air.

This was the Cold Moon Palace's signature move, the "Starry Moon Palm."

The palm's glow, a manifestation of Star Moon True Energy, was pristine and otherworldly, like a celestial maiden's touch.

Sect Leader Youquan, cloaked in his blood-red robe, charged forward with a deafening roar.

As he closed in, a gap in the blood robe revealed a crimson hand lashing out with ferocity.

Though the Second Palace Master is a rare martial genius, Sect Leader Youquan's command of the Youquan True Scripture made him a formidable foe.

A direct palm clash would leave her severely wounded in moments.

So, as their palms neared contact, her form abruptly multiplied into countless illusions.

Like a starry sky, palm strikes rained down from every angle.

Shrouded in his blood robe, Sect Leader Youquan whirled like a crimson snowball, hands darting out from the folds of the fabric.

Their palms clashed in a blur, countless strikes exchanged in the blink of an eye.

Yet, astonishingly, despite the flurry of palm strikes, not a single blow connected fully.

Each was a fleeting touch, never lingering.

This was the Second Palace Master's strategy in the fight.

Using the Starry Moon Palm as a foundation and the Moonlight Step to restrain, she sought not to kill but to trap.

If Sect Leader Youquan were to truly unleash his full power today and engage in an all-out fight with the leaders of the Seven Great Sects, even if he could emerge victorious, he would not come out unscathed.

If it were another day, even if it meant a fierce battle, he would simply let out a hearty yell.

But today is not that day.

The Night Lord's schemes in the Ghostly Forest are anything but straightforward.

He cannot afford to be caught up with the leaders of the seven sects within Tianqu City for too long!

However, although the martial arts of the Cold Moon Palace seem insignificant to Sect Leader Youquan, they are surprisingly elusive and tricky to deal with.

If he continues to keep this up, it will be difficult for him to leave Tianqu City today.

Immediately, he stopped engaging with the Second Palace Master, and his entire body surged with crimson energy, like a raging sea of blood.

Within the area around him, the Youquan True Energy mixed with the wailing of ghosts from the blood sea, creating a demonic sound that pierced the mind!

The Second Palace Master frowned slightly, crossing her hands in front of her as the blood-colored true energy slammed into her, sending her flying backward.

A faint trace of blood-red flashed across her face, and she immediately pressed her palms together, using her energy to suppress it.

When she looked up again, she saw that Sect Leader Youquan's crimson orb had fallen from mid-air. After a long struggle with the Second Palace Master in the air, he finally needed to gather another wave of force to renew his attack.

But just as the crimson orb landed, the air suddenly turned blistering hot.

A palm descended from the sky, and before it even arrived, the searing heat had already scorched the air.

A deep and solemn voice rang out from under Sect Leader Youquan's blood robe:

"Bright Moon Cosmos, Zhuo Dongming!!"

Although Zhuo Dongming is a little old man who usually smiles amiably.

Among the leaders of the seven sects today, if there is one person that Sect Leader Youquan dreads.

It is this Zhuo Dongming.

He is the deputy leader of the Purple Sun Sect, with exceptional martial prowess.

Since Sect Leader Youquan began his attempt to break through, he has been most cautious of this man's interference.

And the key to escaping today, in his view, depends on Zhuo Dongming.

Seeing this man take action, Sect Leader Youquan was not angry but instead laughed:

"Today, you die!!!"

When he was at the East City gate, Sect Leader Youquan had already declared.

At this moment, his entire body surged with blood-colored true energy, and beneath the rolling waves of blood, a massive crimson hand emerged.

From below, it clashed head-on with Zhuo Dongming's Three Yang Burning Heart Palm!

The pure yang internal energy and Sect Leader Youquan's Youquan True Scripture smashed together in a flash.

A thunderous shockwave!

The blood energy surged and shook endlessly, while the pure yang internal energy raged uncontrollably, causing chaos all around.

A thick mist rose, accompanied by the stench of blood, filling the air.

Scorching heat waves, emanating from Zhuo Dongming's palm with his internal force, churned endlessly across the sea of blood, maintaining a brief stalemate.

The towering sea of blood suddenly surged upward, rushing toward Zhuo Dongming from all sides.

Zhuo Dongming's expression shifted, realizing Sect Leader Youquan aimed to end the fight decisively. Immediately, the Nine Purple Flames Burning Heaven Art within him surged violently.

Instantly, a purple radiance enveloped his body, scorching the air like a purple sun!

Pure yang energy burned like fire, as the blazing purple sun hung in the sky.

Zhuo Dongming's eyes glowed with purple energy as his energy surged violently. He advanced instead of retreating.

His palm strike split the sea of blood, and the Youquan true energy coiling around him was completely consumed by his Nine Purple Flames Burning Heaven Art.

With a swift palm strike, he closed in on Sect Leader Youquan's blood robe.

Boom!!!

The force of his palm shook the air, as pure yang energy surged outward.

The bloody palm print and the floating blood light instantly reversed course, resembling a mesmerizing blood flower that bloomed suddenly outside Sect Leader Youquan's blood robe.

But in an instant, it all surged into the blood robe.

In front of the blood robe, a pair of hands locked with Zhuo Dongming's were covered with an extremely deep layer of blood after the blood flower merged into the robe.

In the next moment, Zhuo Dongming's expression changed drastically.

With a muffled groan, blood seeped from the corner of his mouth, yet he still did not retreat.

In truth, it wasn't that he didn't want to retreat, but at this point in the battle, there was no retreat left.

With a loud crash under his feet, the roof he was standing on shattered into pieces as the force exploded.

The pure yang energy of the Nine Purple Flames Burning Heaven Art advanced layer by layer, pressing directly toward Sect Leader Youquan.

At this moment, Sect Leader Youquan laughed heartily:

"Zhuo Dongming, you underestimate me too much.

"Do you think that just because your Nine Purple Flames Burning Heaven Art has reached the first purple level, you can contend with me?

"You are delusional.

"Today... you will surely die!"

As his words fell, a mask flew out from the blood robe.

It came suddenly, leaving no time for defense.

Wrapped in bloody light, it shot straight toward Zhuo Dongming's vital point on his chest.

Since Sect Leader Youquan began his breakout, the seemingly complex process was actually a fast-paced exchange between both sides.

At this moment, Xia Xuanran had just cleared away Sect Leader Youquan's bloody true energy and was leaping into the air.

Wei Chi Meng, after clashing head-on with the bloody true energy, retreated continuously before lunging forward again to help Xuanyuan Xiaoshan disperse the bloody true energy in front of her.

The two of them teamed up and were about to rush over.

The little monk Xuan Zhen had just arrived in front of the Second Palace Master, still a short distance away from where Zhuo Dongming and Sect Leader Youquan were.

As for Luo Changsheng, after breaking free from the bloody true qi, he hurriedly issued orders to stabilize the situation and organize the crowd.

Before he could finish speaking, he saw this scene from afar and could only stare in shock.

Just as the mask was about to hit Zhuo Dongming.

Suddenly, there was a loud, resonant bell chime!

A giant golden bell had somehow materialized silently, enveloping Zhuo Dongming.

The mask's momentum was unstoppable, its force unparalleled.

Yet, when it collided with the golden bell, there was a loud crack, and it shattered instantly.

Immediately, Zhuo Dongming felt an overwhelmingly powerful internal force surge into his back, a pure yang internal force of the same origin, which surged through his palm without pause.

A fierce wind swept up around them, and Sect Leader Youquan was sent flying like a blood ball viciously kicked.

While still in mid-air, the blood-red robe covering his body cracked and shattered into pieces, raining down.

The blood-red figure tumbled several times before landing lightly on a rooftop.

Looking up, his face was now wearing another mask.

The eyes beneath the mask shifted uneasily:

"Who is it?"

Su Mo leaned out from behind Zhuo Dongming, tilting his head: "Sect Leader, are you alright?"

"You!? It's you!?"

Sect Leader Youquan was shocked and enraged.

In Profound Theory Valley, Su Mo had killed three commanders with a single sword, a tale that had become the talk of the town in East City.

From the moment he saw Su Mo today, he had wanted to kill him.

Unfortunately, plans fall apart quickly. He had intended to settle the score with Su Mo after the Tianqu Sword Discussion.

But little did he know that the so-called Tianqu Sword Discussion was just a scheme by the Night Lord.

Even more tragically, he was the one caught in the trap.

Now stuck in Tianqu City, surrounded by experts from the Seven Great Sects.

Escaping was difficult enough, never mind dealing with Su Mo.

Moreover, his current priority was not getting revenge on Su Mo, so he had considered waiting until later.

But to his surprise, instead of him seeking Su Mo out, Su Mo had come to him.

With Zhuo Dongming's strength, he should have been doomed.

But with this kid aiding him from behind, where did that terrifying internal force come from?

Although Su Mo had achieved significant feats within Profound Theory Valley, the rumors spreading in the martial world were difficult to verify as true or false.

Even after seeing Su Mo in person, you might not think he's all that special.

The feat of slaying three with a single sword—who knows what secrets are hidden behind it?

In the martial world, no matter how loud your reputation, without a real fight, who can predict the outcome?

It's rare, but there have been times when famous masters were taken down by nobodies.

Only now did Sect Leader Youquan realize that Su Mo was the true formidable opponent of the day.

He nodded repeatedly:

"Good, good, good! I’ve been meaning to settle old scores with you from Profound Theory Valley.

"Unexpectedly, you came barging in.

"I’ve heard about your trick of taking out three with one sword. Today, I wish to see for myself what makes your swordsmanship so extraordinary!

"Draw your sword!"

"Does the Sect Leader intend to fight me one-on-one?"

Su Mo chuckled lightly: "Unfortunately, the ultimate techniques of the Youquan Scripture need the sacrifice of your own disciples to work.

"Night Lord tricked you into coming to Tianqu City with just a letter.

"Yet all your followers remain east of the Phantom Forest.

"Now, without disciples to sacrifice, your martial arts are much weaker.

"But you are, after all, a well-known figure in the martial world for many years. Fighting a junior like me, even if you win, won’t do much for your reputation."

"What a Chief Escort Su you are."

Sect Leader Youquan was so angry that his lips trembled.

"Your martial arts are way better than Zhuo Dongming’s.

"Yet you call yourself a junior—aren’t you embarrassed?"

Su Mo, however, simply supported Zhuo Dongming, using the Twelve Gates Golden Bell Shield technique to help him recover from internal injuries.

In no time, Zhuo Dongming was mostly healed.

Hearing Sect Leader Youquan’s words, Su Mo couldn’t help but laugh out loud:

"Sect Leader, you’re wrong. I’m just a young and inexperienced 32nd-generation disciple of the Purple Sun Sect.

"You are a master who once rivaled my great master. How could I dare to boast in front of you?

"Today, I have no other plans. I just want to give you one piece of advice."

"...What advice?"

Sect Leader Youquan was momentarily stunned.

"Evil heretics should be killed by everyone. What martial world rules are there to talk about with you?"

"Do you really think you're worthy of a one-on-one fight with me?

"Respected elders, let us join forces and take down this villain together, to cleanse the world!!"

At these words, Sect Leader Youquan was immediately furious.

Zhuo Dongming let out a hearty laugh:

"Mo'er is right. Against such evil cultists, why bother with martial rules?"

"Exactly right!"

Xuan Zhen, the young monk, swiftly arrived: "Brother benefactor, well said."

But even as he spoke, his staff was already closing in on the back of Sect Leader Youquan's head.

By now, Sect Leader Youquan was no longer angry; the height of anger is calm.

With a swift flip of his palm and an effortless lift, he caught Xuan Zhen's staff:

"Team up?

"Take me down?

"Do they even stand a chance!?"

In a flash, he reversed the situation. Gripping the staff, he hurled Xuan Zhen in a wide arc through the air and then smashed him down with tremendous force.

"Agh!"

The young monk Xuan Zhen let out a piercing scream, his mouth twisted and eyes askew, his face contorted in pain from the blow.

With a loud crash, the roof collapsed, and he fell into a nearby house, crashing through the debris, unable to rise for the time being.

Sect Leader Youquan, his eyes gleaming with malice, was not about to spare him. With a palm strike, a crimson aura erupted, intent on finishing the young monk off on the spot.

But in the next moment, his expression shifted abruptly, as if sensing an unexpected threat.

A palm strike came crashing down from above like a thunderbolt, accompanied by Su Mo's voice:

"Sect Leader Youquan, cease your arrogance! Your reign of terror ends here!

"Eat this!! With all my might!"

"Perfect timing!! I've been waiting for this!"

Sect Leader Youquan snapped his gaze upward, his palms flipping upward. This time, there were no frills or tricks—just a straightforward, hard-hitting strike, aiming to clash head-on with Su Mo!

Their palms met, and with that as the core, their internal energy erupted like a volcanic explosion, sending shockwaves rippling through the area.

Boom after boom echoed!!!

The force of their palms scattered, rippling out for dozens of yards, causing continuous tremors.

Fortunately, Luo Changsheng had already evacuated everyone within range. Otherwise, the death toll would have been catastrophic.

But the battle was far from finished. Amidst the flurry of palm strikes, two figures launched skyward.

As they clashed, their moves flowed seamlessly, their energy swirling around them, spreading out in all directions.

At first glance, it appeared to be an even match!?

But a closer look revealed that while they seemed evenly matched... Su Mo was unscathed, relentlessly pounding Sect Leader Youquan.

Meanwhile, Sect Leader Youquan, as he parried, had blood steadily dripping from the edges of his mask.

He fought to keep up his imposing front, but in truth, he was steadily being pushed back.

The leaders of the seven sects exchanged uneasy glances.

They had planned to team up and take down this menace together...

But now it seemed Su Mo alone had more than enough power to take out Sect Leader Youquan?