Chapter 285: Massacre Unleashed

Chapter 285: Massacre Unleashed

The monk's head was embedded in the wall.

From the ears back, it was completely embedded in the wall.

His face still wore a faint, ingratiating smile, but his eyes had lost all vitality.

"Since the master is a transcendent figure, why cling to the mortal world?" Su Mo spoke softly, "Now, guiding the master to his enlightenment, to listen before the Buddha sooner, wouldn't that be better?"

His voice was devoid of any worldly concern, and his gaze swept calmly over the crowd.

It seemed as though he wasn't looking at living people, but at a group of the dead.

Outside the courtyard, screams echoed, and it was unclear what kind of opponent those people had encountered.

Why were they screaming so desperately?

Ding Wugong's expression changed multiple times as he began to consider how to escape.

With Su Mo right in front of him and the danger outside uncertain, a thought suddenly struck him, and he shouted loudly:

"Su Mo is the top martial arts master of Donghuang. We can't match him. We should escape right away. Even if his martial arts are extraordinary and he can kill us all here, how could he possibly stop us all?"

As soon as he spoke, the crowd immediately understood.

Right away, someone leaped toward the door, but just as they reached the entrance, the curtain of the big red sedan flashed, and something flew out, heading straight for them.

The person was startled and quickly swung their palm to block.

But where the palm wind struck, the unknown object floated lightly, as if it had no force at all.

It brushed past the edge of their palm and smeared across their face.

This was a major shock. They quickly used a heavy drop to fall from mid-air.

As the crowd turned, they clearly saw a red veil hanging on the person's head.

It was tightly wrapped around their head. The person tried to rip it off, but despite a strong pull, the veil stayed intact, and they let out a scream.

Threads of blood started to seep from under the veil, and in no time, it had dyed their entire body red.

Ghostly laughter emanated from the sedan, spreading around:

"Big red sedan, ghostly lantern, if you don't come at the third watch, wait for the fifth.

"When the fifth watch comes, seek the ghostly man, after spring and summer, autumn and winter pass.

"I wonder if anyone here can endure this gentle veil?

"From then on, we will be deeply in love, a pair of ghostly spouses."

At this point, Ding Wugong took a sharp breath and pointed at the big red sedan:

"You... didn't you say you came for the Star Sea Legacy Sand Iron?

"Now, what is this supposed to mean?"

"Hehehe..."

The crimson sedan chair shook violently, as if the occupant was laughing uncontrollably, thrashing about inside.

The smiles on the pallid faces of the four sedan chair bearers grew even more pronounced.

A ghostly voice murmured:

"You didn’t trust human words, yet you trusted ghostly whispers?"

Ding Wugong silently cursed; it wasn’t ghost talk he believed, but the other party’s methods.

Since Su Mo entered the martial world, his deeds had been a paragon of righteousness. Yet, the figure before them was unmistakably from the Yin Mountain sect.

This sect wasn’t entirely evil, but most of its members were far from virtuous.

They often masqueraded as spirits, dabbled in dark arts, and treated lives as playthings.

So when the Ghost Lady claimed her target was the Star Sea Legacy Sand Iron, Ding Wugong didn’t doubt her for a moment.

What truly raised Ding Wugong’s suspicions was her brutal command for her bearers to clash with the Wangxuan Mountain Lord’s men.

This was typical of the Yin Mountain sect’s bloodlust.

But it also made Ding Wugong wary. However, for him, as long as the Heart Demon was unharmed, it was fine.

His only true ally was the Heart Demon, not the Wangxuan Mountain Lord.

That’s why he didn’t intervene.

Earlier, when he urged everyone to flee, it was also with the intention of testing.

In his mind, this test could yield multiple outcomes.

For example, what arrangements did Su Mo have outside the big house?

Would it provoke an early clash with the crimson sedan chair?

If the crimson sedan chair conceded it couldn’t rival Su Mo, would they join forces to break out together?

Could the crimson sedan chair stall Su Mo, giving them a chance to escape?

While these thoughts swirled in his mind, he never imagined the crimson sedan chair would block their escape!

She was siding with Su Mo!?

Was this Su Mo’s plan?

But this line of thinking didn’t add up.

If Su Mo had known about this, why wait?

Why let the crimson sedan chair toy with them?

As his thoughts churned, he saw a flash of blood. The person wrapped in the red veil, along with the veil itself, suddenly flew towards the crimson sedan chair.

Blood slowly dripped from beneath the sedan chair, and the sound of chewing could be heard from within.

For a moment, everyone except Su Mo turned pale.

Su Mo calmly observed the sedan chair, which seemed to sense something and suddenly came to a stop.

Moments later, a human head rolled out from within, showing no signs of being gnawed.

"Chief Escort Su..."

The ghostly woman inside the red sedan spoke again:

"I came here this time to clarify one thing with you."

"Oh?"

Su Mo nodded: "Go ahead."

As the two conversed, two of Ding Wugong's men suddenly lunged towards the windows on either side.

Before they could reach the windows, a sharp, whistling sound was heard.

Two iron pellets shot from Su Mo's fingertips, instantly piercing the heads of the two men.

Entering from the back and exiting through the forehead, they eventually disappeared into the wall.

Seeing this, everyone realized Su Mo had come solely to kill.

Someone immediately yelled in anger:

"Su Mo... as the First of Donghuang, how can you kill without warning!?"

Su Mo nodded:

"You have a point."

As soon as these words fell, a hand was already on the man's head.

He looked up in horror as Su Mo appeared right in front of him.

His palm seemed to hold immense power, and with a surge of internal energy, a loud bang echoed.

The man's head was driven deep into his chest.

"Today, I, Su Mo, will kill without warning and unleash a massacre. What can you do?"

Ding Wugong instinctively closed his eyes and stomped his foot hard:

"Everyone, let's attack together! Today, it's either him or us. There's no going back now!"

"Kill! Kill him!!!"

"Even if he's the First of Donghuang, united, we might still have a chance."

"Today, we'll kill the so-called First of Donghuang and become martial arts legends!"

With that, there was no need for further talk.

Ding Wugong had brought seven people, including himself, while the Wangxuan Mountain Lord brought six.

Many subordinates from both sides stood behind them.

Chang Shixin had already died on the spot, and the Wangxuan Mountain lineage now only had the severely injured Wangxuan Mountain Lord left. Xinmo Xiulan stood aside, her eyes gleaming as she watched Su Mo.

On Ding Wugong's side, apart from Chang Shixin, the other expert fighter was the one whose head was taken by the Ghost Lady.

Those two who tried to escape through the window were merely their subordinates.

All in all, only Ding Wugong and four others could barely be considered expert fighters.

The rest, though numerous, were just sitting ducks for Su Mo.

At this moment, even if they attacked together, it didn’t seem like they were bullying with their numbers; instead, each carried a sense of desperation.

A fist wind suddenly arrived, and Su Mo effortlessly grabbed it, hearing a crack. The man screamed, and before he could react, Su Mo gave his fist a quick tap.

Bone shards burst out from behind his shoulder, and before he could fully register the agony, his head was already in Su Mo’s palm.

Just as a blade came slashing, Su Mo swung it around, using the blade to decapitate.

The head rolled, and Su Mo sent the body flying with a kick, knocking down a group.

Those who fell were left with broken bones and torn muscles.

The corpse was imbued with Su Mo’s internal energy—it was anything but light.

"Those in front use fists and palms, those behind use projectiles!!"

Ding Wugong shouted from the back, snatched someone, and hurled them toward the window.

But before reaching the window, two distinct sounds rang out.

One was the metal ball from Su Mo’s palm, the other was the scarlet veil flying out of the big red sedan.

The metal ball shattered the skull, and the scarlet veil ensnared it, yanking the head off.

Seeing this, the Ghost Lady sighed and said:

"Chief Escort Su, let me make this clear, those two white-robed swordsmen in Jinyang City are indeed from our Shadowkill Pavilion.

"However, Shadowkill Pavilion has absolutely no intention of being your enemy."

"Oh?"

Su Mo paid no mind to the flurry of projectiles, cast a glance back at the big red sedan, and let two palms slam into his back. With a surge of his internal energy, a deep, resonant chime rang out.

The two attackers were sent flying, blood spewing from their mouths, crashing into the wall and unable to get down. By the time they slid down, they were already dead.

The projectiles around his body failed to breach the defense of the Golden Bell Shield. With a twist of Su Mo’s internal energy, they scattered like a shower of petals, instantly knocking down another group.

"This statement leaves Su Mo baffled...

"When did Su Mo ever say that Shadowkill Pavilion was Su Mo’s enemy?

"I merely hired killers to do the job."

Ding Wugong listened to their casual conversation, killing at will, completely disregarding them.

For a moment, he was both furious and afraid to speak.

Yet he wondered, if Su Mo wanted to kill, why hire assassins?

His eyes seemed to ponder something, and his heart stirred faintly.

"Who does Chief Escort Su think he is? If he wanted to kill someone, why would he need Shadowkill Pavilion to do it?"

When Ghost Lady spoke to Su Mo, her voice became much more normal, clearly not daring to put on airs in front of him.

Su Mo smiled and was about to speak when he heard an angry shout:

"So this is the First of Donghuang, killing with a smile, such elegance... but can you handle the treasured blade of my sect?"

Looking up, he saw a burly man, full of boldness.

In his hand was a gleaming blade, radiating menace. Perhaps the sight of blood had enraged him; he roared and charged with his blade.

Those surrounding Su Mo in the hall didn’t dare block him and scurried to the sides.

But two who couldn’t dodge were casually cut down by his blade, their bodies cleaved in two.

The man was utterly consumed by bloodlust, blind to friend or foe. With a roar, he swung his blade down from above.

Mid-swing, a blade aura erupted, forming a streak of light that sliced through the air, ripping through the air like tearing silk.

In an instant, the blade was at Su Mo’s forehead, yet it couldn’t move an inch closer.

Su Mo caught the blade’s edge with one hand, looked up, and nodded. "A fine blade indeed."

"..."

The attacker was speechless.

His skills were at their limit, yet the blade wouldn’t budge. The blade wailed in despair, its light flickered, struggling in vain.

Su Mo twisted the blade, brought it close, and flicked it:

"Let go!"

The man let out a scream and was sent flying backward.

His tiger’s mouth was split, completely stained with blood.

But the blade, in the end, fell into Su Mo’s hands.

He did not know blade techniques, but his internal energy was profound. Once the blade was in his hand, he suddenly recalled the three blade techniques of Hu Sandao.

Immediately, he leapt into the air, gripping the blade with both hands, its edge descending from the sky.

Su Mo knew nothing of the blade technique’s energy principles, only its form, which he executed with his own skills.

In an instant, a purple light flashed and fell from mid-air.

With one strike, several lives were lost on the spot. Then, with a flick of the blade, its edge tore through the air, ripping a gash in the hall’s roof.

The next moment, Su Mo’s figure landed, and the blade’s edge swept around in a sudden horizontal slash.

Buzz!!!

With himself as the center, a sharp blade edge instantly cut through all directions.

In that moment, everyone standing in the hall was cut in two by this single strike.

Only Ding Wugong, Xinmo Xiulan, and a few others remained unharmed.

The blade's light struck the surrounding walls, leaving deep gashes.

Su Mo glanced at the sword in his hand and shook his head slightly...

The power of this sword technique depended entirely on his internal energy.

In reality, the sword technique's sophistication was barely utilized—less than one or two out of ten.

Otherwise, no one in this hall would have survived.

"...Great Blaze Divine Saber! This is the Great Blaze Divine Saber!!"

Ding Wugong stared at Su Mo in disbelief:

"Who exactly are you? How do you know Wusheng Hall's secret technique?"

"The secret technique of Wusheng Hall..."

Su Mo looked at him and smiled, "What if I told you Wan Yutang taught it to me? Would you believe that?"

"Nonsense! The Great Blaze Divine Saber has been lost for ages. Even he wouldn’t know this technique. How could you...?"

At this point, Ding Wugong seemed to remember that the person standing before him was Su Mo, not someone else.

By being so aggressive, wasn’t he just provoking Su Mo to kill him?

Su Mo seemed to understand his thoughts and slightly shook his head, "Don’t worry, even if you die, you’ll be the last one."

After saying this, he turned to the burly man he’d knocked away with a flick of his finger.

After being struck, the man had been lying on the ground, yet he survived Su Mo’s amateurish swordplay...

"Your sect’s treasured sword is truly remarkable. I wonder... which sect does it belong to?"

The man opened his mouth, but only blood spilled out, leaving him unable to speak.

Su Mo shook his head slightly, about to give up, when Gui Niangzi laughed and said:

"Chief Escort Su, this man is Xiong Meng, leader of the Forging Blade Sect."

"Forging Blade Sect..."

Su Mo nodded, thinking, 'No wonder the sect has such a treasured sword.'

But the next moment, he froze, sharply turning his gaze to Xiong Meng:

"You are the leader of the Forging Blade Sect?"

Xiong Meng glared at Su Mo, spat out blood, and collapsed dead as if in response.

Su Mo frowned, glanced at the sword in his hand, and seemed to ponder.

The Forging Blade Sect was Hu Sandao’s origin, primarily earning a living by forging blades and supplying Wusheng Hall with fine weapons.

However, after forging the blades, their first act was to test them on people.

The people under their rule received no protection—instead, they were wantonly slaughtered...

This led to Hu Sandao’s furious attack. He was beaten half to death, and while being transported back, he fell into the water and encountered an imprisoned martial arts master, who taught him three sword techniques. And now, the origin of this sword technique has been revealed.

Could it really be the secret technique of the Wusheng Hall... the Great Blaze Divine Saber?

As Su Mo pondered, he stood before Ding Wugong.

"The Great Transformation Transcendence Sutra?"

Su Mo glanced at him and smiled lightly: "I am quite curious about your identity, brother. Would you be willing to share?"

"..."

Ding Wugong gave a bitter smile, at a loss for words, when Su Mo suddenly reached out to seize him.

Since the chaos began, Ding Wugong had been studying Su Mo's combat techniques, trying to find a flaw in his methods.

But now, he realized that Su Mo was flawless.

At this moment, as he watched Su Mo's hand reaching out, he didn't even dare to block.

Surviving in the martial world takes guts, and Su Mo killed without blinking an eye. In this short time, the entire hall was lifeless except for himself, Xinmo Xiulan, and the Wangxuan Mountain Lord.

If he resisted, he would likely be killed on the spot.

Even if it meant living in shame, he wanted to survive a little longer, so he allowed Su Mo to take hold of his head.

Su Mo then hauled him off, directly approaching the Wangxuan Mountain Lord.

The Wangxuan Mountain Lord had been sealed by the monk in over a dozen acupoints. Throughout the screams and slaughter, the only thing he had been doing was struggling to unseal his acupoints.

But by now, he had only managed to unseal one of the seventeen, which was utterly ineffective.

Hearing footsteps approaching, he could only sigh and give up struggling.

Su Mo tossed Ding Wugong to the ground without sealing his acupoints.

Then, he searched the Wangxuan Mountain Lord's body, finding a small porcelain bottle.

Su Mo examined the bottle and smiled as he asked Ding Wugong:

"What is this?"

Ding Wugong glanced at it and firmly shook his head:

"I don't know."

"Good."

Su Mo smiled again and suddenly shoved the entire bottle into Ding Wugong's mouth.

With a casual tap on his chin, the bottle crumbled to bits in his mouth.

Before Ding Wugong could resist, all the shards and the contents of the bottle were forced into his stomach by Su Mo's internal energy.

Su Mo then paid no heed to Ding Wugong's reaction and turned his gaze to the Ghost Lady outside the door, smiling as he said:

"Enough talk. I only ask one thing... are you taking this job or not?"