NOVGO.NET Chapter 522 - 241: Demon Slaying_3
Chapter 522: Chapter 241: Demon Slaying_3
All converged in the center of his palm, forming a small crimson sphere.
His gaze profoundly solemn, he pushed forth the sphere with his palm, challenging its sharpness!
It wasn’t that he didn’t want to dodge, nor that he didn’t want to retreat.
Just like just now when Zhuo Dongming had no room to retreat during their fight, the Youquan Sect master now faced Su Mo’s Ziyang Divine Palm with no room to retreat either, left with no choice but to make a desperate move!
Buzz!!!
In an instant, Su Mo’s Ziyang Divine Palm collided with the blood sphere in the Sect master’s palm.
Two fearsomely formidable forces abruptly met, immediately causing ripples to surge around them.
Under the scorching sun, the Youquan Sect master gritted his teeth, countering with all the power he had accumulated over his lifetime.
The blood sphere in his palm even more fiercely shot out streaks of blood-colored whips, rolling and entwining ceaselessly, striking everything around.
“Ah!!!”
The Youquan Sect master roared furiously, his eyes nearly splitting.
Yet Su Mo remained calm and collected, even allowing a slight smile, seemingly praising the Sect master’s formidable divine skill!
The next moment, the sound of a dragon’s roar suddenly emerged from nowhere.
The Youquan Sect master, not yet understanding where it came from, then felt Su Mo’s Inner Strength suddenly surge.
If before it was a gentle stream, now it was a raging river!
Clack!
A soft sound, the Youquan Sect master watched in stunned silence as the blood sphere in his palm was shattered by Su Mo’s Hand Power.
The next moment, palm against palm, their Inner Strength crushed everything in its path like decayed wood!
Once again, the sound of tearing fabric rang out, and in an instant, sleeves, skin, bones, and meridians were all shattered.
With a hand movement initiated, Su Mo’s palm wind drove straight down, directly imprinting on the chest of the Youquan Sect master.
Boom!!!
A loud bang, the Youquan Sect master’s body violently shook.
His Immortal True Qi could no longer hold on, utterly demolished.
A fierce power burst out from behind the Youquan Sect master, wind howling in all directions!
“This… is not at all… the Ziyang Divine Palm!”
The Youquan Sect master sounded deeply dissatisfied, and after his words fell, his head drooped, and he died from a broken spirit!
“Sect master, I appreciate the lesson.”
Su Mo withdrew his palm, slightly cupped his fist, and turned away.
That day, the Tianqu Sword event concluded without further distress.
In Tianqu City, the Youquan Sect master fought against the masters of the Seven Sects, an invincible figure.
And was struck dead on the spot by Su Mo’s palm!
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“How does Great Master Uncle feel?”
Su Mo had already arrived beside Zhuo Dongming, reaching out to check his pulse.
Zhuo Dongming smiled cheerfully, allowing him to proceed without speaking, simply measuring Su Mo up and down, as if he could never get enough of looking.
Su Mo felt somewhat embarrassed under his gaze, but was helpless to change it.
Just a few days ago when he visited the Ziyang Sect headquarters, this Great Master Uncle had been incessantly questioning him about various matters.
His eyes filled with affection.
Truly treating Su Mo as if he were one of his own younger generations.
At this moment, seeing Su Mo strike the Youquan Sect master dead with a single palm, demonstrating supreme martial arts!
After today, when speaking of Su Mo, no longer would he be the one from Xuanji Valley who executed the three commands with a single sword.
But rather the one in Tianqu City, who killed Youquan with a single palm.
Such a reputation, how extraordinary!
After performing such a great feat, the first thing Su Mo did was to visit this injured elderly master of his, warming Zhuo Dongming’s heart even further.
Looking on, he couldn’t help but burst out in laughter.
The leaders of the other Seven Sects had also arrived by then.
At that moment, looking at Su Mo, their gaze held something different than before.
Before, they knew of Su Mo’s high-level martial arts, but to what extent, it was like the Youquan Sect master, not really taken to heart without any direct understanding.
The rumors spreading through Jianghu, how many could be believed?”
Now, they had joined forces, with a determination to fight to the death, only then did they have a chance to stop the Youquan Sect master.
Yet, he was killed by a single palm strike from Su Mo.
Looking at Su Mo now, not a single scratch marred his clothes.
He appeared completely composed and energetic, as if what he did was nothing more than a small, effortless task.
Everyone’s heart was severely shaken.
This lad’s martial arts might be on par with the Night Lord.
“Enough already, stop laughing.
“Like an old demon, with such an unpleasant voice and still laughing endlessly.”
The Second Palace Master of Lengyue Palace had been listening for a while, but Zhuo Dongming just couldn’t stop laughing, which made him somewhat annoyed.
“Cough, cough, cough…”
Zhuo Dongming’s laughter abruptly ceased, he glared at the Second Palace Master unhappily:
“What’s wrong with me laughing?
“My master’s nephew is a hero without parallel, he fought alone and killed the Youquan Sect master, who else in the world could achieve such a feat?”
“…”
This remark left the Second Palace Master speechless.
He then turned to look at Su Mo and nodded: “Indeed, a remarkable hero.”
“Oh!”
Wei Chimeng slapped his thigh: “In this age, who else could receive such praise from the Second Palace Master?”
“None.”
Xia Xuanran sighed: “Only him.”
Su Mo quickly paid his respects to everyone, always mindful of his identity as a thirty-second generation disciple of the Ziyang Sect, his manners always thorough.
But at this moment, how could anyone present dare to take such liberties?
Everyone returned the gesture grandly, not daring to assume the attitude of a senior.
Even the Second Palace Master, who had previously had some criticism of him, did the same.
Su Mo then looked at the corpse of the Youquan Sect master not far away, although the man was dead, his energy still hadn’t withdrawn from the corpse.
There might be some trickery in the Youquan Scripture, allowing him to resurrect.
Although his own strike of the Ziyang Divine Palm should have obliterated all his vitality.
But the affairs of Jianghu are deep and unforeseeable.
Leaving this corpse unburned ultimately seemed improper.
He then said to Zhuo Dongming:
“Great uncle, I still have urgent matters to attend to. It’s better to destroy the corpse of the Youquan Sect master.”
“Good.”
Not just Zhuo Dongming, everyone present nodded their heads.
Agreeing that Su Mo’s words were sensible.
Upon hearing this, Su Mo couldn’t help but find it amusing.
Everyone was from a reputable sect, yet why was there no reluctance about disposing of a corpse?
This also showed the myriad of tricks and ghosts faced in Jianghu.
He then ceased to speak further, leapt up, and first went to Muyun Platform to greet Liu Suifeng.
Then he carried the corpse of Wan Cangxin:
“Having been acquainted, I can’t just leave it be.”
Liu Suifeng raised his eyebrows, gave Su Mo a look as if he had something to say but then closed his mouth.
Su Mo nodded at him and then leapt away, heading straight for the east gate of Tianqu City.
The Seven Sects Master saw his hurried movements, and the Second Palace Master couldn’t help but ask:
“What is he rushing to?”
Zhuo Dongming smiled: “Rain Cold Valley.”
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Just as Su Mo left Tianqu City, a person arrived at the west gate of Tianqu City in haste, not touching the ground.
After paying the toll, his name was recorded by a disciple of Yuan Shan Sword Sect:
Xu Lu!
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