novelraw Chapter 289 - 185: Imprisoned Wandering Souls, Crimson Flame’s Advancement!
Chapter 289 - 185: Imprisoned Wandering Souls, Crimson Flame’s Advancement!
Su Mu held back against the last two, Zhao Qing, only to keep an eye on Gongsun Xin, who had been lurking without making a move. He had to leave room for maneuver.
Another silver sword shot through the air.
The deep eyes behind the cyan wolf mask surged with murderous intent. Everyone on Changping Dao must die tonight—this was Su Mu’s promise to Yan Xiaolan.
"It’s your turn now."
Su Mu’s five fingers clenched out defiantly. The moment he raised his hand, Gongsun Xin, who was several yards away, felt a chill run down his spine. But eventually, he gritted his teeth unwilling to pass on this ’once-in-a-lifetime’ opportunity.
Initially, he didn’t make a move like he intended. Originally, he planned to cooperate with the ants in the manor to kill Su Mu, but Su Mu’s strength turned out to be beyond his expectations.
Gongsun Xin had already lost a mother sword, and if the child sword was also lost, with his heart suffering consecutive blows, his sixth-grade realm might even fall. Thus, he was unwilling to take risks, preferring to sacrifice all the ants to deplete Su Mu’s physical power and strength.
He was exceedingly confident in his judgment. For a mere half-step sixth-grade martial artist to kill the ants he raised was already something that many true sixth-grade martial artists found difficult to achieve. After such a wheel battle, how could it not be exhausting? Gongsun Xin wouldn’t believe it.
Though a martial artist’s body is extraordinary, their power and qi are limited!
"Hmph, it’s all a sham!"
Gongsun Xin snorted coldly, thinking Su Mu was merely posturing to scare him off and catch his breath. How could he accede to Su Mu’s wish?
"Using the same move for a second time?"
Su Mu noticed Gongsun Xin had no intention of changing his move. A flicker of doubt flashed in his eyes—he couldn’t figure out what Gongsun Xin was thinking, using the same move against him for the second time.
Could this second flying sword be different from the first one?
The first flying sword only grazed his skin; could this second flying sword have the confidence to hurt him?
Is there a trick?
The dragon of spiritual power surged between Su Mu’s brows, and his inference talent was simultaneously activated. Yet no matter what, Su Mu could not detect any anomaly, only that the power of this second flying sword was less than the first.
Everything happened in a flash, yet Su Mu didn’t hesitate at all. Just as Gongsun Xin was confident in his judgment, Su Mu also believed in his judgment—or rather, so did all strong people, who rarely doubted themselves and were extremely confident in themselves.
Golden light flowed across Su Mu’s five fingers, the pill force surged, once again landing on the flying sword’s predicted path as if he foresaw it.
"Hiss, hiss, hiss!"
The flying sword slowed and stalled in Su Mu’s palm. The collision of pill force and the flying sword produced an ear-piercing sound, causing the surrounding air to ripple in water rings, dispersing into a whirlwind.
"Such deep cunning, you, you have been hiding your strength all along?!"
Upon witnessing this, Gongsun Xin showed disbelief, asking angrily.
Su Mu was taken aback, only realizing after seeing Zhao Qing, who collapsed nearby, casting a glance of joy and reverence.
"So that’s it..."
Suddenly, Su Mu understood. He left the two alive, probably leading Gongsun Xin to mistakenly believe his strength was nearly exhausted, confidently making a move to strike him with the flying sword.
"In that case, I’ll take this flying sword."
Su Mu was quite interested in the little flying sword, and immediately his five fingers clenched, resonating with continuous explosions in the sky, the surrounding air twisted sharply. Su Mu’s five fingers grasped the flying sword like golden bars, allowing no movement despite Gongsun Xin’s efforts.
"You wretch, how dare you!"
Gongsun Xin was exceedingly outraged, but the backlash from the last flying sword’s destruction taught him a lesson—seeing Su Mu was about to crush the flying sword again, he was infuriated yet didn’t hesitate, decisively choosing to sever his mental connection with the flying sword.
This was precisely what Su Mu wanted. His deep eyes saw the spiritual power line connecting the flying sword break, and he grabbed it instantly, as spiritual light flashed in his hands, unceremoniously storing the ’unowned flying sword’ in the Sumeru Ring.
"It’s mine now."
Su Mu stored the flying sword away, a subtle grin playing beneath the cyan wolf mask—the gifted flying sword from Gongsun Xin clearly delighted him.
Suddenly, silence fell on the scene. Whether it was the barely breathing Zhao Qing or Gongsun Xin, both were suddenly wide-eyed, dumbstruck.
They had never seen such an act of banditry, momentarily doubting their own eyes.
"So, so domineering... he actually seized the flying sword right before the Incense Master." Zhao Qing showed signs of shock. Having seen this scene, his fading consciousness suddenly revived as if rejuvenated—this battle’s outcome was yet uncertain!
"You, you..." Gongsun Xin regained his composure, his furious face forced into calmness with a deep breath. He stared dead at Su Mu, speaking coldly: "Do you not understand ’Forgive when possible’? I have never offended you, yet you came uninvited tonight, not only slaying all my martial artists but also seizing one of my flying swords. If you want compensation, state it plainly. Why must it lead to life and death?"
Gongsun Xin growled out ’seizing the flying sword’ fiercely, yet his tone softened, taking a step back.
Gongsun Xin was sent here to preach by Zhang Renshuai, one of Taiping Dao’s Thirty-Six Marshals, and he is not only the nephew of the Canghe County Demon Slayer Director Zhao Pingyuan, but also an adopted son of Zhang Renshuai.
What’s more, he was now a Middle Third Grade Daoist Cultivator, holding a life of great value—not comparable to Kevin Zhang, such crude martial artists.