Chapter 432: Ultimate Technique!

Chapter 432: Finishing Move!

The Lord of Longmu Island wasn’t lying.

This really was boiling water...

Su Mo channeled pure yang internal energy, wielding the Zhouliu Water Force, and further shaping it into a palm strike to execute the Purple Sun Godly Palm.

With such extreme pure yang energy, how could the water stay unboiled?

Being struck by such a palm, even if one wasn’t killed by the force of the blow, they would still suffer horrific burns from the scalding water.

The Lord of Longmu Island was left covered in burns all over, his body covered in large blisters.

His waist-length hair was scorched, whole clumps falling out.

For a moment, he screamed like a wounded beast.

Even with the Celestial Stele’s divine power aiding him, the pain was excruciating.

But Su Mo wasn’t done yet.

Once Su Mo began his assault, the onslaught never let up.

The Lord of Longmu Island thought that with the Celestial Stele in hand, he could exhaust Su Mo—but that was nothing more than wishful thinking.

Not to mention the sheer depth of Su Mo’s inner power, just his Twelve Gates Golden Bell Shield alone made it impossible for the Lord of Longmu Island to outlast him.

Once mastered, this technique granted limitless inner energy, allowing one to go without sleep or food for 500 days without the slightest decline in power.

In other words, if Su Mo wished, he could fight the Lord of Longmu Island nonstop for two whole years without eating or drinking.

By then, it was unclear who would be the one exhausted to death.

Of course, this battle wouldn’t drag on that long.

For Su Mo now, the Lord of Longmu Island was a rare test subject—unbreakable, unyielding, the ultimate punching bag.

Naturally, he intended to make full use of it.

Thus, he unleashed every technique at his disposal upon his opponent.

In no time, the Lord of Longmu Island was pummeled half to death, writhing in torment.

Just then, the sound of rushing footsteps grew closer.

In moments, Li Mosheng and Zhang Quan arrived at the scene.

As they made their way here, they had heard deafening roars from within the cave, as if two ancient beasts were locked in brutal combat.

Their guts twisted with dread.

Yet, remembering that Meng Feifan was still here, they had no choice but to press on.

Little did they expect that upon entering the cave, they would witness Su Mo brutally thrashing a young man holding a stone stele.

Who’s this?

As they puzzled over this, a shadow flickered past—the stone tablet wielder was suddenly before them.

A twist of the tablet sent a crushing force slamming into them, hurling them helplessly at Su Mo.

Su Mo reached out and snatched them midair with the Great Open Yang Scattering Palm, setting them aside casually. When he looked up again, the Lord of Longmu Island was already a blur in the distance—*fleeing?*

"The audacity!"

Su Mo was instantly furious:

"You bragged about being untouchable—now you *bolt*?"

No more talk—he gave chase.

Zhang Quan and Li Mosheng, the martial brothers, shared a look before beginning their search for Meng Feifan.

Yet, beyond the shriveled corpses littering the ground, there was no sign of Meng Feifan.

Just as they stood in shock, a weak plea rasped out:

"Save... save me..."

Following the sound, they spotted a gaunt figure lying in the corner.

A peeling human skin mask clung loosely to his face.

Leathery skin, crane-white hair, a breath from death.

"Who are you?"

Li Mosheng and Zhang Quan exchanged another glance before the man spoke:

"Save me... I know where Meng Feifan is..."

They hauled him up without a second thought.

Placing a hand on his back, they poured a burst of internal strength into him, staving off the worst.

The man? Ye Youchen himself.

Known as the ‘Wandering Dust Laughing Guest’, he was an extraordinary figure in the South Sea.

No sect to his name, he roamed the world with laughter. His martial arts? Stolen from every school under heaven.

For decades, he wandered the martial world—no one knew his name, age, or even his true face.

With his vast experience, even though Meng Feifan had never mentioned his own background, Ye Youchen connected the dots when Su Mo called him ‘Senior Meng’ and deduced the Shattered Star Sect.

Now, seeing Li Mosheng and Zhang Quan arrive, he spoke—bullseye.

With the aid of their internal strength, he barely gasped back to life.

Now, he began considering how to save himself...

Li Mosheng and Zhang Quan, greenhorns they might be, but they weren’t born yesterday.

The next sentence would most likely decide whether he lives or dies.

As he pondered, he suddenly heard footsteps again.

All three turned at once, only to see a Lanternbearing Elder stepping into the cave this time.

Li Mosheng and Zhang Quan lit up with joy and quickly stood up:

"Feifan!"

Of course, it wasn’t Meng Feifan who entered. The only person dressed like this now was Shi Cheng.

Ye Youchen saw right through the ruse at a glance.

Earlier, 'Shi Cheng' had transformed into Meng Feifan—so who else could this 'Meng Feifan' be now?

In that instant, he shot Shi Cheng urgent looks.

Shi Cheng, however, ignored him completely, frantically searching the room with a panicked expression:

"Deadface! Where are you?"

His voice was hoarse, though it was unclear what method Meng Feifan had used on him to make his voice still sounded exactly like Meng Feifan’s until now.

Ye Youchen’s eye twitched, and he couldn’t help but scowl at him:

"I’m right here..."

"Huh?"

Shi Cheng froze. "Deadface became an old man? Is this your true appearance? So you really are a centuries-old freak after all..."

You’re the real monster here!!

Ye Youchen seethed inside.

He just wanted to say that Shi Cheng was hopelessly unreliable, no matter what.

But before the thought could fully form, he saw Shi Cheng racing over to his side, grabbing his arms, and hefting him over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes.

Ye Youchen, severely injured, could hardly endure such rough treatment.

Blood surged into his mouth, and he spat out a mouthful of blood, unable to hold back his fury:

"You moron, what the hell?!"

"Move it! We screwed up big time!"

Ignoring Li Mosheng and Zhang Quan, Shi Cheng took off running, shouting as he ran:

"I got lost... poking around this place.

"Who knew I’d took a wrong turn and set off some damn trap?

"That sea of flowers was wiped out in seconds, and the Ghost Vines have all gone up in flames.

"The walls are cracking apart, and the ocean’s flooding in...

"Looks like the whole island’s coming apart. If we don’t leave now, we’ll all end up as fish food."

"???"

Ye Youchen was stunned for a moment before hopping in anger and cursing:

"You moron got lost *again*!?

"Every time you get lost, you cause trouble!

"How many *goddamn* times now!?"

"The hell I did! *You’re* the lost one!

"I was *obviously* investigating the island’s secrets!"

"*You’re* full of shit!"

Ye Youchen couldn't help but scold: "Last time, I sent you to the Scripture Depository to lure people. I had already laid out the *whole damn* route for you—all you had to do was follow it to escape. But you got lost and ran into Zhou Wenjing and the others... which blew my cover *way* too early.

"I had no choice but to face Su Mo early...

"And he *kept* screwing me over after that.

"You... you *piss me the hell off*!"

"One more word, and I’m ditching you here and running off by myself."

"......"

Ye Youchen immediately clammed up instantly and didn't say another word.

As they hurried forward, they noticed the cave was *trashed* with damage.

The surrounding stone walls were *shattered* with cracks.

"Who *the hell* fought here? This place is *wrecked*!"

Shi Cheng couldn't help but felt a *cold sweat* at the sight.

Though internal energy *doesn’t* linger, the traces of combat were unmistakable to someone like him, showing how *brutal* the fight was.

"It was Su Mo and the Island Master..."

Ye Youchen gritted his teeth. "Two *freaks*... You *sure* this island’s sinking? Then let's hurry and get out of here. Don't run into them, or we’re *toast*."

Shi Cheng’s gut *clenched* at his words:

"Su Mo’s *that* scary?"

"...*Worse* than you can imagine."

Ye Youchen recalled the scenes he had witnessed in the cave today, a *cold* wave of fear hit him.

*Hell*, Shi Cheng was *way* more scared.

If even Ye Youchen spoke of Su Mo like this, he *had* to be a nightmare.

The thought that Meng Feifan had once told him to *hold off* Su Mo—and that he had agreed—made his *hair stand on end*.

"Lucky I got lost, otherwise I might have become another corpse?"

Just as this thought crossed his mind, he suddenly stopped.

Ye Youchen promptly asked, "What's wrong?"

"Don't you hear that?"

"My internal energy is completely depleted!"

Ye Youchen was so furious he wanted to swear. "This trip has been a total disaster—losing on all fronts."

Shi Cheng, however, had no time to process his shock. He abruptly turned to look at the stone walls beside him.

Cracking sounds echoed from both sides of the walls.

In the blink of an eye, cracks spiderwebbed across, and water jets erupted from them.

"Damn it!!!"

Shi Cheng sprang into motion, fleeing like hell, but behind him, a tsunami of seawater surged relentlessly!

……

……

Rain poured torrentially over Dragonwood Island.

The martial artists were no longer inside or around the Scripture Cave.

After rescuing those trapped within, Yang Xiaoyun led Wei Ziyi and the others to meet up with Su Mo.

Just as they reached a spot near the back mountain, Yang Xiaoyun scanned the area, confirming this was the location Su Mo had mentioned.

Before she could speak, an explosion rocked the air.

The assembled fighters were startled, looking up to see a figure flying backward out of the cave.

"Who is that?"

"Is it Chief Escort Su?"

"Should we catch them?"

Amid the chatter, the figure twisted midair. Upon seeing the crowd below, his face lit up with glee:

"The heavens favor me!!!"

With that, he pivoted and descended, hefting a massive stone tablet in a devastating arc toward the crowd.

Before the tablet even landed, a hurricane-force wind blasted forth. Raindrops, infused with fierce internal energy, sucked the air into a vacuum.

If this strike landed, it would surely split the sky!

In that instant, everyone present was frozen in terror.

Those directly beneath the tablet shut their eyes, awaiting death, unable to muster any resistance.

But just then, a voice rang out:

"The Island Master is causing trouble again."

The voice also came from mid-air. Everyone looked up to see the stone tablet that was about to crash down suddenly halted in its descent.

It was because, behind the man wielding the tablet, another figure had appeared unnoticed.

This newcomer was young, wreathed in a pulsing golden phantom bell.

Rainwater sheeted down the sides of the ancient-looking golden bell, yet not a single drop touched him.

He carried a young woman on his back, one hand supporting her hips while the other gripped the neck of the man who had been wielding the stone tablet.

With just a tap against the air, he seemingly effortlessly, with just a twist of his arm, sent the man with earth-shaking power flying.

The man hurtled through the air, smashing violently into the cliff face of the back mountain.

A deafening, thunderous impact followed, shaking the ground beneath everyone's feet so violently it felt as if the entire island might collapse from the force.

Just who... who is this?!

"Husband!!"

Yang Xiaoyun called out as she looked up.

Only then, in that instant, did the crowd realize—this was Su Mo himself!

For a moment, the crowd was roused.

Though none had seen Su Mo before, who didn't know of Yang Xiaoyun's capabilities?

And what of the divine White Tiger?

Though this man had never appeared, his ability to turn clouds into rain with a flick of his hand had long captured imaginations.

Now, seeing him in person, they realized the man lived up to his legend.

Only such a man could make a woman like Yang Xiaoyun willingly follow and a divine White Tiger willingly become his mount.

Su Mo chuckled, “Catch her, Madame!”

With that, he tossed Little Situ downward.

Before Yang Xiaoyun could act, the four cardinal ladies—East, West, South, and North—leapt up, catching Little Situ and landing her safely in the palanquin.

The four girls swiftly examined her legs for injuries, but now was not the time for words.

The four girls descended at once.

Su Mo pushed off lightly, alighting on a treetop branch, where he stood with hands behind his back, gazing at Lord of Longmu Island, who had freed himself from the cliff and now held the Celestial Stele.

The two had fought their way out—though, to be precise, it was more accurate to say Lord of Longmu Island had been driven all the way out by Su Mo...

With his skills, it was clearly impossible for him to escape Su Mo.

Fighting inside the cave was manageable, but the cramped tunnel left no room to fight properly.

Since the Lord of Longmu Island wanted to flee, Su Mo was happy to oblige.

He forced him out step by step from the cave with relentless strikes.

Now, standing tall on the mountainside, the Lord of Longmu Island snarled at Su Mo:

"Su... you dare interfere again!"

Su Mo shook his head lightly. "You’re wrong, Island Master. Those Law Marshals in the cave—whether you beat or kill them—are matters of your Longmu Island. As an outsider, Su Mo wouldn’t interfere.

"But those gathered here today are top fighters of the Southern Sea’s martial world.

"As fellow upholders of justice, Su Mo cannot stand idly by while you run amok."

"What’ll you do, then?"

The Lord of Longmu Island sneered. "I’ve mastered the tenth tier of the HeavenMending Art. Even if you’ve mastered the LifeDeath Tribulation, what good is it? Even if my techniques and internal energy fall short of yours, so what? You can’t finish me in one move this time.

"But... how many here can survive a single blow from me?

"With every life I take, my power grows.

"The more you lose, the stronger I get, Su Mo... today’s fight could go either way!"

The many martial arts masters of the Southern Sea seethed with shock and fury upon hearing this.

Were they just holding Su Mo back?

Su Mo let out a quiet sigh.

"So, Island Master believes Su Mo lacks the ability to kill you in one strike?"

With that, he glanced back at Yang Xiaoyun. "Xiaoyun, where’s the Dragon’s Roar?"

"Here!"

In one smooth motion, Yang Xiaoyun tossed him the sword case.

Tonight, Su Mo’s main objective had been to help Little Situ Taoist recover the damage to her six meridians.

Carrying her on his back meant he couldn’t carry the sword case too, so he had left it with Yang Xiaoyun.

Now that they were out of the cave, it was time to unsheathe and fight.

With a swift motion, the Dragon’s Roar landed in Su Mo’s hand.

He slung it over his back casually, then raised a finger like a blade:

"Unsheathe!"

With a sharp *snap*, the case opened.

A dragon’s roar split the storm, followed by the metallic *clang* of a sword leaping from its scabbard.

Su Mo reached out and grasped the hilt of the sword.

The tip of the blade pointed forward as he declared, "Su Mo does not draw this sword lightly. Tonight, for the martial artists' righteousness of the South Sea, I invite the Island Master to cross blades!"

"How dare you! Show me what you've got!"

The Lord of Longmu Island was the type who would rather die than lose face.

Though his words were bold and his figure lunged toward Su Mo, deep down, his plan was still to bypass Su Mo and slaughter a group of martial artists first, absorbing their vital energy to strengthen himself.

Otherwise, given his current martial arts, defeating Su Mo was completely impossible.

At best, he could only use his own body to exhaust Su Mo’s internal energy.

Yet, despite the prolonged battle, Su Mo’s internal energy showed no sign of diminishing.

For a moment, he was truly stumped.

Now, as his internal energy surged, layers of mist swirled before him, and the torrential rain parted around him.

As he closed in, the storm whirled around him. Though his figure was not imposing, his presence filled the sky!

The many martial arts masters of the South Sea who witnessed this felt an overwhelming pressure, their throats went dry.

Was this the Lord of Longmu Island?

They shared terrified looks, wondering if even their combined strength could survive one blow from him.

The thought alone filled them with despair.

Involuntarily, their gazes turned to Su Mo.

And Su Mo—was already swinging!

This sword bore none of the Lord of Longmu Island’s divine power.

Even the golden bell that had once enveloped him had dissolved into nothingness.

The downpour instantly swallowed Su Mo’s figure.

Tiny as a spark, fragile as a falling leaf.

For a fleeting moment, he appeared pitiful—but in the next instant, all who witnessed this sword were left with a single thought in their hearts:

*Death!!!*

It was as if they stared into death's pale light.

That glimmer—was the gleam of a sword!

The sword’s light burned into their minds, offering no spectacle.

Only death.

This was a sword that was death incarnate!

Reflected in their hearts, it froze their blood!

If even the onlookers felt this way, what chance did the Lord of Longmu Island, who stood directly in its path?

His pupils shrank to pinpricks, and every thought of resistance fled from his mind.

In that instant, only one thought remained.

Run!

Run for your life!

Never let Su Mo see your face again!!

Yet, Su Mo’s sword had already been unleashed—before this blade, who in the world could escape?

Thirteen Deadly Swords!

This world-shaking fifteenth sword was a death-dealing strike.

An unparalleled technique that none under heaven could break!

To execute this sword, one should ideally channel the power of the previous fourteen strikes.

But Su Mo’s martial arts advanced daily, his sword intent residing in his heart rather than his hand.

In the space of a thought, before the Lord of Longmu Island could even react, the Dragon Roar Sword had already pierced through his forehead.

All life force beneath this blade was completely snuffed out.

Even as the Celestial Stele’s light flickered, struggling to sustain his life, it was ultimately in vain.

The Lord of Longmu Island’s eyes widened, yet their light guttered out, leaving not a trace behind.

Life—completely erased!!