Chapter 241: Exterminating Demons

Chapter 241: Exterminating Demons

There stood Su Mo, who had loudly proclaimed his readiness to fight side by side, yet in reality, he was the one who had single-handedly forced the Youquan Cult's leader to spit blood repeatedly.

Apart from the little monk Xuanzhen, who had yet to rise, the other seven sect leaders present could not help but wear expressions of shock.

Since the battle at Profound Theory Valley, Su Mo's name had quietly risen in East City.

Everyone knew that Su Mo was highly skilled in martial arts.

However, just how skilled he was remained a mystery to most.

It was only known that he belonged to the Purple Sun Escort Agency and had an extraordinary relationship with the Purple Sun Sect.

And Su Chengyu, who had once flashed through the seven sects, indeed left a significant mark.

But as time passed, his descendants faded into obscurity.

The Purple Sun Escort Agency declined along with them.

Therefore, when Su Mo gained fame at Profound Theory Valley, no matter how people speculated about him, none had ever imagined that his martial arts would be so formidable!

Who was the leader of the Youquan Cult?

The Youquan Cult had long dominated the area east of East City, founding a vast empire based on the Youquan Scripture.

And the leader of the Youquan Cult was a master who had integrated the Youquan Scripture to its highest level over many years!

Though this person's martial arts were not on par with the Night Lord.

However, the leaders of the seven major sects, who had just taken turns engaging in battle, only dared to engage in a drawn-out struggle, hoping to combine the strength of all seven to barely match him.

This was still him trying to escape with all his might.

Otherwise, even if the seven joined forces to fight him, it would likely end in a situation that would be hard to resolve.

The best outcome they had anticipated was that all seven would die on the spot.

Sect Leader Youquan would achieve a pyrrhic victory, only to be ultimately killed by the combined forces of the seven major sects and other martial arts masters from Tianqu City.

This outcome had actually been considered before they acted.

Yet, not a single person harbored any thoughts of cowardice or self-preservation in this situation.

If they could completely trap Sect Leader Youquan within Tianqu City today, why fear death?

With the resolve to fight to the death, they paid no mind to the minor injuries sustained during the battle.

But what no one had anticipated was that Su Mo's intervention would be so shocking!

"It seems now that Sect Leader Youquan might truly not escape Tianqu City today."

The Second Palace Master, using his internal energy to suppress the injuries caused by the Youquan True Scripture, looked up at Su Mo with a complex expression.

However, they were unaware...

At this very moment, Sect Leader Youquan was even more shocked than they had been.

The Youquan True Scripture is the treasured scripture of the Youquan Cult.

The two divisions, three banners, and six orders under his sect all follow this path.

The Blood Sea Division practices the Infinite Blood Sea Sutra.

The Youquan Division practices the Youquan Immortality Scripture.

By cultivating a breath of immortality within, ghosts and gods emerge in the mortal world!

This claim is clearly an exaggeration, but the Youquan Immortality Scripture indeed possesses the miraculous ability to be indestructible and unkillable.

Even if Sect Leader Youquan faced the Night Lord, he would not be afraid.

This is because he has the Youquan Immortality Scripture as his foundation.

No matter how severe the injury, as long as this breath of immortal true energy remains intact, he can recover in an instant.

The fusion of Youquan and Blood Sea unleashes the wondrous power of the Youquan True Scripture.

The Blood Sea Division's practice of the Infinite Blood Sea Sutra, which absorbs blood energy to repair the body, is merely supplementary.

The true power lies in amassing blood and energy within oneself, unleashing strength far exceeding one's original capabilities!

With Youquan as the foundation, it naturally grants extraordinary divine powers.

Though it treads the demonic path, this martial art possesses truly unique qualities.

But today...

Sect Leader Youquan feels he might actually die by Su Mo's hand.

This young man's martial prowess is beyond comprehension.

Each palm strike brims with pure yang energy, limitless and unstoppable!

Since the fight began, despite the flurry of palm shadows, only three palm strikes have landed.

With the first palm strike, Sect Leader Youquan felt his entire body shake violently, his meridians nearly collapsing.

He repaired himself with the immortal true energy, remaining unharmed.

The second palm strike was even more devastating than the first!

After these two strikes, Sect Leader Youquan was almost shattered on the spot.

He clung to life with the immortal true energy, but it was nearly depleted.

Although the Youquan Immortality Scripture has miraculous abilities, even the most powerful martial arts have their limits.

These two palm strikes could have killed Sect Leader Youquan twice over.

Twice he brushed with death, and twice he narrowly survived with the Youquan Immortality Scripture, but the immortal true energy within him was now on the brink of collapse.

In truth, after these two strikes, Sect Leader Youquan should not have dared to take Su Mo's third palm strike.

But Sect Leader Youquan was unwilling to concede!

The power of the first two palm strikes was the strongest he had ever encountered.

He refused to believe Su Mo could deliver a third strike of such magnitude.

To his surprise... Su Mo really did have it!

Moreover, when Su Mo delivered this palm strike, his expression was quite odd.

It was as if he had stumbled upon a fascinating toy.

His face showed curiosity and fascination, with a touch of intrigue.

The result was obvious. The palm strike left Sect Leader Youquan feeling like he had been tossed between life and death multiple times!

Blood from his internal injuries gushed from his mouth, streaming down the edges of his mask.

Not wanting to waste the blood, he quickly activated the Youquan True Scripture, barely managing to absorb its energy, but he no longer dared to clash head-on with Su Mo.

From then on, he relied solely on the Youquan True Scripture's techniques to spar with Su Mo.

He figured that even if Su Mo had trained since birth, his skills shouldn't outmatch his own.

But as the battle raged on, he was stunned to find Su Mo's mastery of the Purple Sun Divine Palm, Three Yang Heart-Burning Palm, and Great Open Yang Scattering Palm seemed decades deep.

What truly troubled him, though, was Su Mo's sporadic fist techniques.

A flurry of fist shadows converged into one, powered by his immense internal energy, making it nearly impossible to dodge.

Without the "Infernal Ghost Body" technique from the Youquan True Scripture, Su Mo would have shattered his last vestige of undying true energy!

Even as the long-reigning Sect Leader Youquan, who had always looked down on others, he now felt only despair.

How... how could he possibly keep fighting?

In his haze, he suddenly saw Su Mo leap back.

Su Mo landed on a nearby rooftop.

"Hmm? What's this?"

Sect Leader Youquan glanced up at Su Mo: "What are you up to?"

As he spoke, an idea struck him.

"Of course! That's it!

"Su Mo may be skilled, but he's still young.

"How long can he keep this up?

"My decades of training and the Youquan True Scripture's secrets should give me the edge.

"Even if my undying true energy is nearly spent...

"I've made it through the worst.

"Now's my chance to finish him!!"

As these thoughts flashed through his mind, he noticed Su Mo's faint smile:

"The Sect Leader's Youquan True Scripture is truly remarkable.

"In Profound Theory Valley, I once saw the three decrees—Burning Blood, Transforming Blood, and Coagulating Blood—jointly execute the Boundless Blood Sea Scripture.

"It was already mind-blowing, but today, watching the Sect Leader perform it, it’s even more mystical and awe-inspiring!

"If it were up to me, I’d love to explore more of the marvels in the Youquan True Scripture.

"Sadly, I’ve got pressing matters to attend to and can’t afford to waste much time on the Sect Leader..."

"All talk, huh?!"

Sect Leader Youquan spat blood and said coldly:

"I’ve dominated the world for decades, and now I want to see what else you’ve got!?

"Oh, right—they said in Profound Theory Valley you took down three decrees with one sword. Are you planning to use sword techniques on me?"

"Hahaha!"

Su Mo laughed. "This sword technique is trash, and sadly, the Sect Leader won’t get to see it.

"I recently learned the essence of the Purple Sun Sect’s martial arts from the great master, and I’ve gained some real insights into the Purple Sun Divine Palm.

"I was just itching for someone to test it on, and now’s the perfect chance to ask the Sect Leader for his opinion..."

"Purple Sun Divine Palm?"

Sect Leader Youquan forced the churning blood and qi back down:

"It’s just a minor trick—what can it possibly do to me?"

Even if he was utterly terrified of Su Mo, as the proud Sect Leader Youquan, he’d never admit it, even if Su Mo was about to kill him.

Besides, when it came to the Purple Sun Divine Palm, he had at least a dozen ways to counter it.

Even if Su Mo’s internal energy was unmatched and unrivaled, thinking this one martial art could kill him was pure fantasy!

New insights? That’s a joke.

It made sense that Su Mo had some chance to build up his internal energy.

But claiming he could innovate in martial arts at his age? That’s ridiculous.

Honestly, it’s impressive enough that he’s mastered the Purple Sun Divine Palm at his age.

So Sect Leader Youquan figured Su Mo was out of ideas, just trying to one-up him verbally.

He also wondered if Su Mo was just buying time!?

As this thought crossed his mind, just before he could strike, Su Mo gave a casual smile:

"In that case, Sect Leader... watch out!"

No sooner had these words been spoken than Su Mo leapt into the air with a flash of purple light at his toes.

His movement was shadow-swift, mysterious and profound.

Sect Leader Youquan narrowed his eyes slightly: "Purple Qi from the East? Just a parlor trick!"

The moment he spoke, he saw Su Mo in mid-air, hands weaving in a complex dance, purple qi erupting between his palms.

It was unmistakably the Purple Sun Divine Palm.

Sect Leader Youquan opened his mouth to taunt again but was hit by a searing wave of heat.

Looking up, he saw pure yang energy, dense and potent, swirling within the purple qi, transforming Su Mo into a radiant purple sun in the sky.

The light bathed everything, its aura so overwhelming it nearly pinned Sect Leader Youquan in place!

He cursed inwardly!

"This is the Purple Sun Divine Palm?!"

Now, he couldn’t afford even a moment’s hesitation.

The Youquan True Scripture surged to life, blood qi writhing around him.

In a flash, countless white shadows erupted from his body.

Pale masks, each twisted in a unique expression of agony.

Earlier, when he faced Zhuo Dongming, his blood robe and masks had been his trump card.

Now, in desperation, dozens of masks burst forth.

Even the mask clinging to his face was torn away.

Exposing a face marred by streaks of dried blood.

Dozens of masks, each brimming with power, shot toward Su Mo from all sides.

But before they could reach him, they were obliterated by the mere force of his palm.

They disintegrated in a flash, consumed by the pure yang energy.

Their power was as fleeting as a mirage, as insubstantial as a reflection in a well.

But this was just a desperate stall.

In an instant, the blood qi around him coalesced into a single, glowing point.

Grim-faced, he hurled the sphere forward, bracing for the clash!

It wasn’t that he didn’t want to dodge, nor that he didn’t want to retreat.

Just like when Zhuo Dongming faced him and had no retreat, now Sect Leader Youquan, facing Su Mo's Purple Sun Divine Palm, also had no retreat and could only go all out!

Buzz!!!

Su Mo's Purple Sun Divine Palm clashed in an instant with the blood sphere in Sect Leader Youquan's palm.

Two terrifying forces suddenly met, sending continuous shockwaves through the surroundings.

Under the scorching sun, Sect Leader Youquan gritted his teeth, resisting with every ounce of his lifelong cultivation.

The blood sphere in his palm lashed out with numerous blood-red tendrils, ceaselessly lashing and ensnaring everything in their path.

"Ah!!!"

Sect Leader Youquan let out a furious roar, his eyes bulging with rage.

Su Mo, however, stood calm and collected, even offering a slight smile, as if acknowledging the Sect Leader's formidable prowess!

In the next moment, a dragon's roar suddenly resounded out of nowhere.

Before Sect Leader Youquan could figure out its source, he sensed Su Mo's internal energy surge dramatically.

What was once a trickling stream had now become a raging torrent!

Bang!!

A soft sound, and Sect Leader Youquan gazed in stunned disbelief as the blood sphere in his palm was shattered by Su Mo's palm force.

In the next instant, their palms clashed, unleashing a devastating surge of internal energy!

The sound of rending fabric echoed once more, and in a flash, sleeves, flesh, bones, and meridians were all torn asunder.

As the palm strike landed, Su Mo's palm force drove straight down, impacting directly on Sect Leader Youquan's chest.

Boom!!!!

A deafening explosion, and Sect Leader Youquan's entire body convulsed violently.

His undying true energy could no longer hold, utterly collapsing.

The ferocious force burst out from Sect Leader Youquan's back, sweeping through the surroundings with a ferocious gust!

"This... this can't be... the Purple Sun Divine Palm!"

Sect Leader Youquan's voice was filled with dissatisfaction, and after uttering these words, his head slumped, and he perished on the spot!

"Sect Leader, I yield."

Su Mo retracted his palm, lightly clasped his hands in a respectful gesture, and turned to leave.

That day, the Tianqu Sword Discussion came to an abrupt end.

Sect Leader Youquan, who had valiantly battled masters from seven sects in Tianqu City, was felled by Su Mo's palm strike!

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"How do you feel, Grandmaster?"

Su Mo had already reached Zhuo Dongming's side, checking his pulse.

Zhuo Dongming watched with a smile, letting him do as he pleased, but remained silent, only looking Su Mo up and down as if he couldn't get enough of him.

Su Mo felt somewhat awkward under his gaze but had no choice.

A few days ago, when he visited the Purple Sun Sect's headquarters, this grandmaster uncle had pulled him aside and asked endless questions about his family and personal life.

His eyes were filled with affection.

He truly regarded Su Mo as his own junior.

Now, witnessing Su Mo kill Sect Leader Youquan with a single palm strike, his martial prowess was unparalleled!

From this day forward, when people spoke of Su Mo, it would no longer be about the one who slew three with a single sword in Profound Theory Valley.

Instead, it would be about the one who single-handedly killed Sect Leader Youquan in Tianqu City.

Such a reputation, how remarkable!

After accomplishing such a feat, Su Mo's first act was to visit his injured elderly uncle, which warmed Zhuo Dongming's heart.

As he watched, he couldn't help but burst into laughter.

The other leaders of the seven sects had also arrived by now.

For a moment, their gazes at Su Mo were different from before.

Previously, they only knew that Su Mo's martial arts were formidable, but to what extent, like Sect Leader Youquan, they might not have truly taken it to heart, nor had any direct understanding.

In the martial world, rumors abound, but how many can be believed?

But now, the seven of them, united and prepared to die, had only a slim chance of stopping Sect Leader Youquan.

Yet, Su Mo had killed him with a single palm strike.

Looking at Su Mo now, not a single scratch marred his body.

He was full of energy, as if he had just completed a trivial task.

For a moment, their hearts were deeply shaken.

This young man's martial arts might not be inferior to the Night Lord's.

"Enough, enough, stop laughing.

"You sound like an old ghost, laughing endlessly with such an unpleasant voice."

The Second Palace Master of Cold Moon Palace had listened for a while, but Zhuo Dongming's laughter seemed endless, which annoyed her.

"Cough, cough, cough..."

Zhuo Dongming's laughter abruptly stopped, and he glared at the Second Palace Master with displeasure:

"What's wrong with me laughing a bit?

"My grand-nephew is a hero of the age, having single-handedly killed Sect Leader Youquan. Such an achievement, who else in the world could match it?"

"..."

This statement left the Second Palace Master speechless.

Turning to Su Mo, he nodded and said, "Truly, a remarkable hero."

"Aiya!"

Wei Chi slapped his thigh: "In this world, how many men can earn such praise from the Second Palace Master? Can they be counted on one hand?"

"None."

Xia Xuanran sighed: "Only him."

Seeing this, Su Mo promptly bowed and greeted everyone, never forgetting his identity as the 32nd generation disciple of the Purple Sun Sect. He was always meticulous in his etiquette.

But at this moment, who among those present dared to act so presumptuously?

They all returned the courtesy, not daring to assume the role of elders.

Even the Second Palace Master, who had previously been critical of him, did likewise.

Su Mo then glanced at the corpse of Sect Leader Youquan lying not far away. Although the man was dead, his aura had never dissipated from the corpse.

He feared that the Youquan Scripture might contain some sinister technique to revive him.

Although his Purple Sun Divine Palm should have extinguished all his vitality.

But the martial world is treacherous, and no one knows what unpredictable events might occur.

It still felt improper not to cremate the corpse.

At once, he said to Zhuo Dongming:

"Grandmaster, I still have urgent matters to attend to. It would be best to destroy Sect Leader Youquan's corpse."

"Agreed."

Not only Zhuo Dongming, but everyone present nodded in agreement.

They all concurred that Su Mo's words were reasonable.

Hearing this, Su Mo couldn't help but feel both amused and exasperated.

They were all from reputable sects, yet none of them had any qualms about destroying a corpse?

But this also demonstrated that there were indeed many sinister tricks in the martial world.

Without further delay, he flew off, first stopping by the Cloud Cleansing Platform to greet Liu Suifeng.

Then he hoisted Wan Zangxin's corpse onto his back:

"After all, we were acquaintances. I can't just abandon him."

Liu Suifeng raised an eyebrow, glanced at Su Mo, seemed on the verge of speaking, but then closed his mouth.

Su Mo nodded to him and flew off, heading directly for the east gate of Tianqu City.

Seeing him come and go in such haste, the Second Palace Master couldn't help but ask:

"Where is he going?"

Zhuo Dongming smiled: "Rain Cold Valley."

And just as Su Mo left Tianqu City, in the time it takes to finish a cup of tea, a figure rushed to the west gate of Tianqu City, moving so swiftly it seemed their feet barely touched the ground.

After handing over his travel permit to enter the city, a disciple of the Distant Mountain Sword Sect logged his name in the registry:

Xu Lu.