Chapter 1482: Chapter 560: Yushui Sword
The events before the underground passage’s hidden door, for now, let’s set aside.
Su Mo emerged from within the passage, only to see corpses littering the ground.
Zhou Shucai, covered in blood, was still leading the group in fierce combat.
Facing them were all white-robed swordsmen, in pairs, each with short swords that exhibited extraordinary skills.
Far beyond those seen in Jinyang City or in the Hidden Sword Hut.
However, there was no trace of the Store Manager at the scene.
As soon as Su Mo emerged, these white-robed swordsmen seemed to have received some order.
Without a second thought, they abandoned their opponents and rushed towards Su Mo.
No matter how the Punch Wind hand power hit them, they didn’t waver a bit.
Su Mo slightly raised an eyebrow, reached out his hand to grasp, the white blade in hand—there was a ’crack’ sound.
The short sword fell into his palm, it was as if it were a noodle, easily manipulated by Su Mo.
At the same time, four short swords appeared from behind him.
Directly targeting his waist and the vulnerable points at the back of his neck.
Yet Su Mo didn’t even bother, letting the short swords hit his body.
All that could be heard was "ding ding ding", a series of continuous sounds, and each white-robed swordsman only felt their arms tremble, unable to pierce the swords even slightly.
Looking down, they saw blood flowing from their tiger mouths, shattered from the vibrating force.
But even so, they did not stop their actions.
If once doesn’t kill, then multiple times will, until death.
The remaining white-robed swordsmen, by now, had also freed themselves from their respective opponents, rushing towards Su Mo.
Some attacked from three directions below, others from above, some descended from the sky, and others struck from behind.
Killing moves gathered, intending to take Su Mo’s life.
Zhou Shucai, seeing this, wanted to help but found no place to strike, could only shout in anger:
"Save the sovereign!!!"
Su Mo’s mouth twitched, thinking what nonsense this was!
This unintentionally reminded him of those eunuchs in TV dramas shouting at the top of their lungs.
Just as countless blades were about to hit him.
An ancient bell’s chime echoed.
A giant golden bell, seemingly eternal and indestructible, abruptly enveloped Su Mo.
The white-robed swordsmen saw this, yet not a bit were they shaken.
The short swords in their hands became even more vicious, more desperately all-in.
Yet at the moment the short swords collided with this golden bell,
All the white-robed swordsmen whose attacks landed felt an immensely vast force suddenly counterattack.
A wave of golden ripples spread outward, sweeping in all directions.
Ding ding ding!
The continuous sound was the noise of breaking swords.
Immediately after, the foremost white-robed swordsmen each spat fresh blood and flew backward.
Some fell to the ground, others collided with the short sword of the white-robed swordsman behind them, and some directly hit their compatriots.
In moments, the white-robed swordsmen scattered like a celestial maiden scattering flowers, crashing and falling in all directions.
No longer a threat.
Only the golden bell around Su Mo remained constant, with barely noticeable dragon motifs circling on it.
But when he lifted his eyes, the trace of the Store Manager was nowhere to be found.
Somewhat surprised:
"So cunning?"
From the time this person turned away to when he charged out, to the white-robed swordsmen abandoning their opponents, focusing solely on assassinating him, it was indeed in a blink.
Even if this person’s Qinggong was divine, they shouldn’t have disappeared without a trace so easily.
Immediately he glanced at Zhou Shucai:
"Did you see where the one who escaped from the tunnel went?"
Zhou Shucai was stunned, immediately pointed in one direction:
"That person’s Qinggong is strangely impressive, I have already sent someone to pursue..."
"No need."
Su Mo pointed his toes, his figure like the wind, heading directly in that direction, only his voice leaving behind:
"Kill them all."
"Yes, Your Highness."
Zhou Shucai let out a long breath, glanced around:
"By His Highness’s command, no mercy—kill them all!!"
Su Mo by this time had already chased beyond the boundaries of Cui Xin Temple.
Looking again, he indeed saw the figure of the Store Manager who had just escaped.
Realizing this person’s Qinggong was truly exceedingly strange.
The Qinggong in Jianghu, though varied.
Yet generally reliant on the legs, the principles of lifting qi and leaping were universally the same at their core.
However, the Store Manager’s Qinggong technique, from I-don’t-know-where, utilized both hands and feet.
Clearly human, yet moved like an agile monkey.
With just a leap, traversing dozens of meters, springing like a flying rabbit, at first glance still nearby, with a blink already far beyond.
Watching this, Su Mo almost couldn’t help but laugh.
"Store Manager, slow down, once I catch you, I’ll sell you to a monkey handler."
Su Mo’s voice carried from afar, but the Store Manager didn’t even turn back, nor did he have any intention to speak.
Yet even so, lifting his head again, Su Mo was already overhead, stretching a single palm downwards, crashing down with force.
The Store Manager’s face drastically changed in shock.
But he didn’t confront Su Mo directly; he simply curled his body into a ball, suddenly collided with Su Mo’s hand power, becoming like a ball himself, slightly nudged and bounced off once again.
Rolling continuously on the ground for dozens of meters, then flipping to his feet, spitting a mouthful of fresh blood:
"Su Mo!!!
"What deep-seated grudge lies between us? Why do you unceasingly pursue me!?
"If you want that Xin Luo Umbrella, just take it!
"I’ve retreated at every turn, now just wishing to escape, why do you push so persistently?
"Ji Shuhua probably isn’t even your friend, not your family or kin, why seek revenge?"
Saying this, he turned his body, his feet darted, leaping off again.
