Enlightenment: Beginning as a Disposable Warrior

Chapter 288 - 184: Blade and Sword Madness, Rivers of Blood! (Part 3)

Only to see the scene filled with purple lightning roaring, silver snakes dancing wildly, severed limbs flying in all directions, and the bodies on the ground piling up more and more, with rivers of blood flowing.

"Boom!"

Two extremely miserable figures flew out like kites with broken strings; they were the last two of Gongsun Xin’s five confidants, also two of the three surviving members of Changping Dao present.

"Whoosh!"

At this moment, Gongsun Xin, hidden in the darkness, felt a surge of shock and anger, his unease growing stronger, as he attempted to launch a sneak attack while Su Mu’s old power was exhausted and new power had not yet been generated.

He could sense the Fire Sparrow Force surging within Su Mu, which was undoubtedly attribute power. However, he couldn’t detect the Sixth-Grade Martial Artist aura that connects with Heaven and Earth Spiritual Qi after refining the internal organs in Su Mu.

Gongsun Xin’s heart was in turmoil as he concluded that the martial artist who appeared out of nowhere before him was not a true Sixth-Grade Martial Artist but merely a Half-Step Sixth Grade.

"To possess such combat power at Half-Step Sixth Grade is truly monstrous; this person must not be allowed to remain!"

Gongsun Xin’s eyes flashed with undisguised murderous intent; he knew that if Su Mu wasn’t killed tonight, once Su Mu returned after advancing to the Sixth Grade, he would stand no chance against this monster.

By that time, not only him, but even Wang Xuantian of the Black Mountain Army would likely not be this monster’s opponent.

"If you advance to the Sixth Grade and come seeking revenge, I can only flee..."

Three Sixth-Grade Martial Artists had already died at Gongsun Xin’s hands. In his eyes, Su Mu was nothing short of a monster; even at the Half-Step Sixth Grade, he was more powerful and formidable than any Sixth-Grade Martial Artist who had perished by his hand.

However, Su Mu, in his eagerness to eliminate the Changping Daoist Sect members quickly, had been too overconfident, using powerful killer moves like the Flaming Tornado and Thunder Jiao Drill successively.

"Even a true Sixth-Grade Martial Artist would need to deplete all of their power to kill all the ants in my manor... No matter how abundant your power is, it must be nearing exhaustion now."

Gongsun Xin’s expression was cold and his eyes narrowed like a venomous snake’s. He didn’t care how many believers had died tonight; he only knew that the opportunity to kill Su Mu had come.

Convinced of his judgment, he immediately summoned another Flying Sword with a flash of Spiritual Light in his hand. The Flying Sword nurtured by Gongsun Xin was a Child-Mother Sword; the Mother Sword had been destroyed by Su Mu earlier.

This one was the Child Sword, with power equivalent to two-thirds of the Mother Sword’s.

"To force me to use the Child Sword without being a Sixth Grade, you have reason to be proud, but this is where it ends!"

As the words fell, the Child Sword suspended in front of Gongsun Xin shimmered with spiritual light, instantly transforming into a silver beam slicing through the air.

This sword was also insidious and cunning, thrust out in the dark, the sword’s edge piercing through the chest of a confidant.

"Gongsun Xin.....you will die a horrible death!"

Seeing yet another comrade being slain by the Incense Master’s hand, the last of the five confidants, Zhao Qing, was utterly disheartened. Perhaps Gongsun Xin’s plan from the start was to let Su Mu kill them all, thereby depleting Su Mu’s power, and finally choose to strike and kill Su Mu.

Unfortunately, he realized this too late.

With a body covered in wounds, Zhao Qing crashed heavily onto the ground. At this moment, he harbored no resentment towards Su Mu, who had seriously injured him, but instead felt boundless hatred towards Gongsun Xin, hoping Su Mu would kill Gongsun Xin.

However, this thought quickly dissipated into a sigh of despair as Zhao Qing realized Su Mu’s chances of winning were too slim.

Zhao Qing, knowing the ruthlessness of his Incense Master, agreed with Gongsun Xin’s assessment, believing Su Mu’s internal power was nearly exhausted; otherwise, how could he still be alive in Su Mu’s hands?

This was undoubtedly a sign that Su Mu’s power was about to be depleted, and ultimately, Gongsun Xin had won this battle.

"The consumption is a bit much..."

Under the Cyan Wolf Mask, Su Mu’s eyes calmly watched the incoming Silver Sword, taking a light breath. The strength of the Changping Daoist Sect members in the manor exceeded his expectations, and clearing out a group of human pill-consuming minions just now had taken a heavy toll.

"Only less than seventy percent of my power remains."