Chapter 392 393: One Move, Insta-Kill

Upon hearing Su Mo's words, the corners of the three men's mouths twitched violently.

'Lie to you?'

'Only an idiot would do that.'

In a one-on-one fight, even if they gave it their all, they would be no match for Su Mo.

In fact, Su Mo could one-shot them with ease.

The Azure Profound Martial Emperor was a prime example.

Right now, they wished they could be revived on the spot, return to their peak state from ten thousand years ago, and join forces to pound Su Mo into mincemeat.

The Purple Cloud Martial Emperor said coldly, "Don't worry, we won't lie to you. We're going to join forces to crush you under our feet."

"Excellent!"

Su Mo looked around excitedly. "Ah, why aren't there any tree branches around here?"

"Tree branches?"

Everyone present looked at Su Mo in confusion.

'What does this guy want with a tree branch?'

'Could it be? Does Su Mo plan to use a tree branch as a weapon against the three Martial Emperor Residual Souls?'

The Drunken Immortal Martial Emperor explained, "This place is filled with frigid energy. The environment is brutally harsh, comparable to the Extreme North Cold Land. It's nearly impossible for any trees or Spirit Plants to survive, so you won't find any branches."

"This… is a bit of a problem!"

Su Mo said, looking dejected.

'Without a tree branch, what am I supposed to use as a sword against the three Martial Emperor Residual Souls?'

'I have plenty of True Swords, of course!'

'But I'm afraid a True Sword would be too sharp. The three Martial Emperor Residual Souls wouldn't be able to withstand it, and I'd kill them in a single strike.'

'That would be so boring.'

'After all, I went through so much trouble to find three Martial Emperor Residual Souls who could actually put up a fight.'

Seeing the troubled look on Su Mo's face, the Ninth Floor Master struggled to his feet and staggered over. "Will this work?"

With that, the Ninth Floor Master rummaged through his Storage Ring and pulled out a stalk of Spiritual Medicine about half a meter long.

"This is…"

Su Mo asked curiously.

The Ninth Floor Master explained, "This is an Extremely Cold Spirit Grass. I found it by chance in the Emperor's Abyss. It's only useful for Spirit Bodies with an Ice Attribute; it's useless for ordinary people. If you need it, just take it. It doesn't matter if it gets damaged."

"Great!"

Su Mo accepted the Extremely Cold Spirit Grass with delight.

Seeing this, the Purple Cloud Martial Emperor, Bright Moon Martial Emperor, and Celestial North Martial Emperor on the other side were all confused.

"What does this kid want with an Extremely Cold Spirit Grass?"

"Don't tell me he's an Ice Attribute Spirit Body and wants to consume this Extremely Cold Spirit Grass to boost his power?"

"Heh, trying to prepare at the last minute? It's a little late for that!"

The three of them muttered to each other.

The Purple Cloud Martial Emperor said coolly, "This kid is an absolute monster. We can't give him a chance to prepare, or we'll surely be defeated."

"Agreed. We can't let him succeed, no matter what he's trying to pull."

"Let's attack now!"

The three of them stared coldly at Su Mo, their eyes brimming with intense killing intent.

However, Su Mo didn't consume the Extremely Cold Spirit Grass. Instead, he gave it a few casual swings and said with satisfaction, "Not bad. The length and weight of this Extremely Cold Spirit Grass are just right. I'll use it as my sword."

"What?"

The Purple Cloud Martial Emperor, Bright Moon Martial Emperor, and Celestial North Martial Emperor were stunned speechless.

'Using an Extremely Cold Spirit Grass as a sword?'

'What a moron!'

'As a Spiritual Medicine, the Extremely Cold Spirit Grass might be incredibly precious, but as a sword, it's not even as good as a tree branch.'

"Su Xiaoyou, have you gone mad?"

The Drunken Immortal Martial Emperor couldn't help but step forward to ask.

"Mad? I'm not mad!"

Su Mo replied innocently.

The Drunken Immortal Martial Emperor was dumbfounded. "If you're not mad, then why are you using an Extremely Cold Spirit Grass as a sword?"

"Because I don't want to kill them too easily," Su Mo said earnestly. "To be honest, I've been waiting for this day for a very long time. It would be no fun if I just one-shot them."

"This…"

The Drunken Immortal Martial Emperor froze.

'He has to realize, he's facing three Martial Emperor Residual Souls!'

'Is he sure there won't be any problems using a Spirit Grass as a sword?'

Holding the Extremely Cold Spirit Grass, Su Mo pointed it at the Purple Cloud Martial Emperor and his two companions. "Come on. I will use this very Spirit Grass to strike you down."

"How arrogant!"

"Dammit, he's gone too far! I've never been so humiliated in my entire life! Let's beat the shit out of this bastard!"

"Brat, when we've beaten you and you're on the ground begging for mercy, I hope you can still be as cocky as you are right now!"

The three of them stared at Su Mo, seething with uncontrollable rage.

They thought Su Mo was deliberately humiliating them, and they were so furious they felt like their lungs would burst.

BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!

They simultaneously erupted with terrifying power as raging flames ignited around their bodies.

Out of sheer fury, the three of them directly ignited their Residual Souls.

For a living Martial Artist, igniting one's soul was tantamount to suicide.

But for them, who had been dead for ten thousand years, it was undoubtedly the most powerful way to unleash their strength.

"Die! Die! Die!"

Wreathed in the terrifying flames of their Residual Souls, the three charged at Su Mo, unleashing their ultimate techniques at the same instant.

"Soul-Burning Bright Moon Long Spear!"

"Soul-Burning Purple Sky Palm!"

"Soul-Burning Celestial North Annihilation Technique!"

Boosted by the power of their burning Residual Souls, the might of their ultimate techniques reached an unprecedented and terrifying level.

In that instant, everyone held their breath in rapt attention.

After all, the life and death of everyone present hinged on this battle.

"Oh, heavens, please protect them. I hope they can withstand this one strike of mine."

Su Mo muttered under his breath, then unhurriedly raised the Extremely Cold Spirit Grass in his hand.

"This…"

Everyone present had a strange look on their faces.

'Shouldn't he be praying for the heavens to protect *himself*?'

And yet, Su Mo was praying for his opponents.

'What in the world is going on?'

Su Mo's bizarre move completely baffled everyone present.

Just then, the three of them reached Su Mo, their terrifying power crashing down upon him with murderous intent.

"Die, you wretched brat!" the three of them roared in unison.

"Here they come?"

Seizing the opportunity, Su Mo gave the Extremely Cold Spirit Grass he held high a vicious swing, his expression unusually serious.

'Even as confident as I am, they're still three Martial Emperor Residual Souls.'

'I have to show them some respect.'

Therefore, Su Mo used the True Dragon Supreme Swordsmanship, which he hadn't used for a long time.

SHIING!

A sharp ray of sword light shot out from the Extremely Cold Spirit Grass.

At that moment, everyone on both sides stared with wide eyes, their gazes fixed on the battlefield, awaiting the earth-shattering collision.

And yet… the instant the sword light flashed by, the three Residual Souls evaporated at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The center of the battlefield was empty.

Su Mo stared at the empty space before him and asked, completely dumbfounded, "Huh? Where did they go?"

At this, everyone was utterly horrified, their jaws hanging open.

They had expected a battle of the century, but instead, the three Martial Emperors' Residual Souls were instantly evaporated.

Even their attacks…

'Those were Martial Emperor Residual Souls! Gone just like that?'

Everyone present swallowed hard.

Not understanding what had happened, Su Mo shouted, "Hey! Purple Cloud Martial Emperor, Bright Moon Martial Emperor, Celestial North Martial Emperor! Stop hiding! If you have any guts, come out and fight me to the death, fair and square!"

But no one answered him.

The entire Stone Hall was deathly silent; you could hear a pin drop.

Seeing that the three still refused to answer, Su Mo turned to the Drunken Immortal Martial Emperor and asked politely, "Elder Drunk Immortal, do you know where those three went to hide?"