Enlightenment: Beginning as a Disposable Warrior

Chapter 282 - 182: Slaughtering All Sides, Storming Into Changping Dao! (Part 2)

Su Mu stared at the seemingly ordinary manor in the distance. His ears twitched slightly, able to hear the faint groans coming from deep within the manor. Additionally, his nose caught the distinct scent of herbal medicine mixed with the nauseating stench of blood.

This smell was identical to that of the dirty elixir, the scent of human blood.

Su Mu’s eyes flickered, a coldness surging within them. This all reminded him of the Lin Family Manor before. How many such "ordinary manors" exist in the Qingyun Three Counties? And in Qingzhou, throughout the entire Great Yan Dynasty?

"Assassination? Why bother with the trouble... Just kill them all, wouldn’t that be easier?"

Su Mu’s calm words sent shivers down Yan Xiaolan’s spine, making her mouth go dry.

Naturally, she harbored immense hatred for the Changping Dao that exterminated the Yan Family. However, Yan Xiaolan also held deep fear towards these people in her heart.

But Su Mu had no interest in engaging in some infiltration and assassination drama. Why go through all that trouble? It would be simpler to directly charge in, as Gongsun Xin would naturally show himself. After that, everything would be straightforward: kill all the Changping Dao cultists in this base.

Yan Xiaolan snapped back to reality, feeling both shocked and admiring of Su Mu.

The Changping Dao bases were deadly places akin to dragons’ dens and tigers’ lairs for Seventh-Grade Muscle-Enhancing Martial Artists, but in Su Mu’s words, it was merely a simple matter: Just kill them all, wouldn’t it be simpler?

"You stay outside and make sure no one escapes. I’ll be right back."

Saying that, Su Mu casually tossed Gao Feng’s Eighth-Grade Long Saber to Yan Xiaolan for self-defense, as if it were just scrap iron, not an Eighth-Grade Treasure Saber.

"Elder Lin..."

Yan Xiaolan gripped the saber blankly, watching Su Mu don a Cyan Wolf Mask, then stride alone toward the manor gate, openly as if returning home.

Under the wind and snow, the two heavy ironwood gates of the manor remained tightly closed.

"Who is it? Password!"

Su Mu made no attempt to conceal himself, causing the Changping Dao guards behind the door to immediately spot someone approaching openly. Mistaking Su Mu for a Changping Dao disciple, one stepped forward to quietly demand a password for contact.

"Do you know the Three Tribulations Crossing Calamity Technique?"

Su Mu paid no attention, unconcerned about the Three Tribulations Crossing Calamity Technique, just lifting his foot to kick.

"Boom—!"

The manor’s gate, with a core of a century-old ironwood, was edged with refined iron, weighing over a thousand pounds. Yet, with Su Mu’s kick, the two gates twisted, shattered, and exploded like thin paper.

The door hinges suddenly broke, and the heavy ironwood gates flew backward, crashing into the guards behind them, collapsing ribcages and snapping tendons. Several were even crushed into pulp, blood and flesh flying.

Kicking down the gate, Su Mu stepped into the manor.

"It’s started... Elder Lin has started..."

Yan Xiaolan, watching from outside, stared wide-eyed in shock. Such destruction was ruthless; this Elder Lin truly feared nothing and planned to kill every Changping Dao cultist in this manor by himself tonight.

"Enemy attack, there’s an enemy attack!"

"What? Enemy attack... How many troops?"

"Just one person!"

"Only one?"

The silent manor was abruptly awakened by the sound of the gate’s violent destruction, causing the martial artists within to raise torches and gather toward the noise like a tide.

"He’s alone, get him together!"

The Changping Dao cultists in the manor’s front courtyard were filled with shock and anger. A distinctively dressed Eighth-Grade Martial Artist roared, but his pupils suddenly shrank upon seeing a pair of cold eyes.

"Clang!"

Su Mu’s right arm grasped at the air, the Red Flame Long Spear appearing from nowhere, transforming into a red streak in his hand as it was thrown, trailing a red flame tail through the night.

"Puff, puff, puff!"

The red streak pierced through, nailing the speaking Eighth-Grade Martial Artist and several Changping Dao disciples like candied hawthorns.

In the flashing cold light, amidst blades and swords, Su Mu’s expression remained calm.

"Clang, clang, clang!"

Sparks flew, blades and swords clashing with flesh yet making sounds of metal, while a ten-foot three-inch Golden Bell appeared and vanished, accompanied by a sequence of ’crack, crack’ echoes.

Amidst the blade shadows, Su Mu remained unharmed, while the attacking Changping Dao cultists collapsed as if struck by thunder, bleeding from all orifices, dying instantly.

Su Mu took a step, drawing the Blood Oath Long Spear from the ’candied hawthorn skewer,’ spraying blood like rain, and shook it with one arm.

"Buzz!"

The Red Flame Spear buzzed as if cheering joyfully.

Su Mu swept the crowd with the spear, and where the spear tip reached, several Changping Dao martial artists collapsed, their spines shattered, bisected at the waist. None could withstand even a single move from Su Mu.

The power disparity was simply too vast!

"Gulp-------"

The scene was echoed by swallowing sounds, the sight shocking the cultists rushing from the manor’s rear, none daring to take a step forward.

"What audacity!"

Then, a thunderous roar erupted from behind the Changping Dao cultists, startling them, making their eardrums buzz.

As the crowd parted like waves, a burly man in a black martial robe, long saber in hand, glared furiously.

"It’s the Second Hall Master, that kid is dead for sure!"

"The Second Hall Master is going to make a move..."

The Changping cultists were instantly excited, seeing the black-robed man leap forward, his arms tensed with muscles ripping his martial robe apart. The arm holding the saber bulged, visibly pulsing with terrifying power.

Mad Demon Knife Technique: Hundred Kills Saber!

A blade strike released blade light, freezing the air instantly, making the Changping cultists look upon it with reverence.

Facing the strike, Su Mu’s eyes remained calm, the Red Flame Spear in his hand merely lit up with numerous inscriptions as he thrust with one arm.

"Arrogant! Die!"

Instinctively, the cultists held their breaths, anticipating a shocking clash, envisioning Su Mu being bisected by the Second Hall Master’s blade.

Yet, the scene they imagined did not occur.

"Crack!"

In the instant that the long saber and Red Flame Spear met, Pan Hong’s expression changed dramatically, overwhelmed by an unassailable force and surging power as the blade light shattered.

"No!"

Pan Hong shouted in sheer terror, pushing his Qi Blood and power to the extreme, trying to resist Su Mu’s spear.

But all efforts were futile.

No matter Pan Hong’s struggle, the long saber in his hand broke in two under the pressure, and the Red Flame Spear’s point continued unabated.

The spear shredded flesh, puncturing the chest, leaving Changping Dao’s highly revered Second Hall Master Pan Hong filled with unwillingness, his mouth opening silently.

Su Mu tossed aside Pan Hong’s body after a single thrust, it flopping like a torn sack, splitting in two midair before crashing heavily onto the ground.

"Dead... The Second Hall Master is dead?!"

The twenty-some Changping Dao cultists were terrified to the extreme, unable to believe the lifeless body on the ground, bleeding and split in two.

Many doubted if the scene before them was an illusion, as Second Hall Master Pan Hong was a Third-Time Yijin expert, notable even in Canghe County if not deliberately keeping a low profile. Yet such a strong person couldn’t withstand even one move from Su Mu, dying face-up in an instant.

Now, the black-clothed, wolf-masked Su Mu, wielding the Red Training Long Spear, appeared like a grim reaper to them.

Su Mu stepped forward.

The Changping Dao cultists trembled, retreating in terror, like ten thousand troops avoiding the spear.

Meanwhile, amid the chaos, one silently thrust a sword forward, a stab so concealed it overlooked the safety of fellow cultists, threading sinisterly through blood and flesh.

A silver sword, marked with inscriptions, compact and exquisite.

Several bodies stiffened, which the sword used as a human shield, sneaking toward Su Mu.

As it emerged, it magnified infinitely before Su Mu’s pupils!

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