Chapter 20: Sonic Attack, Su Mo's Sword Path
The Bald Stout Man roared, and the fourth Soul Ring at his feet suddenly lit up.
The phantom of the blood-colored bat suddenly expanded several times over, opening its gaping maw to roar in Su Mo's direction!
Buzz—!!
A tidal wave of sonic energy erupted from the blood-colored bat's mouth.
Wherever the sonic wave passed, the air distorted violently.
Su Mo's expression changed abruptly; he could not dodge this attack now!
The sonic wave was not only fast, but its coverage was extremely wide.
He only had enough time to abruptly retract his Black Gold Sword Wings to protect his front.
Boom—!!
An invisible, immense force slammed fiercely into Su Mo.
He only felt his internal energy churning violently, a sweet taste rose in his throat, and he spat out a mouthful of blood.
His entire body, like a kite with a broken string, flew backward from mid-air and smashed heavily into the ruins dozens of meters away.
"Cough, cough..."
Su Mo slowly propped up his body and raised a hand to wipe the blood from the corner of his mouth.
If not for the dual defense of the External Soul Bone and the Asura Blood Armor, this blow would have been enough to severely injure him.
He gritted his teeth, and the Black Gold Sword Wings behind him flapped violently, lifting him from the ruins and sending him back into mid-air.
At this moment, he looked incredibly disheveled, his clothes torn, his hair messy, with blood still hanging from the corner of his mouth.
The Bald Stout Man not far away frowned deeply. A Soul Elder had taken his fourth Soul skills and only sustained minor injuries?
"Fatty, this kid is strange. Don't hold back, let's attack together and finish this quickly!" the Bald Stout Man said in a deep voice.
"Alright, Big Brother." Fatty responded and moved, the first Soul Ring at his feet lighting up.
He saw that near the corpses of the thin, tall man and the female Spirit Ancestor, the yet-to-coagulate blood seemed to be drawn by a force, turning into two streams of blood that floated toward the ceramic jar in his hand.
Fatty's first Soul skills was called Blood Attraction; it could absorb the blood around him, and after drinking it, he could amplify his own strength. The stronger the blood, the greater the amplification.
Although Su Mo did not know the specific effects of this Soul skills, he would never stand there foolishly waiting for the enemy to finish preparing, especially for a Soul skills that clearly required time.
Interrupting the casting directly was the best choice.
"Third Soul skills, Asura Sword Prison."
Su Mo channeled his Soul Power, and the third Soul Ring at his feet lit up.
He saw several streams of blood-red light converge in the air, instantly condensing into dozens of small blood-colored swords that whistled toward Fatty.
The small swords instantly stabbed into the ground around Fatty, trapping him in the center, and a blood-red sword formation formed instantly.
Countless blood-red sword auras slashed toward Fatty from all directions.
Fatty was forced to interrupt his blood absorption.
He could only hastily drink the portion of blood he had already absorbed. Even so, the effects of the two Soul Masters' blood were far superior to that of ordinary villagers, and his aura instantly surged.
However, facing the dense sword auras, he simply could not defend against them all.
The sword auras carved wounds into his body; although they were not deep, he discovered with horror that a strange, erosive sensation was coming from the wounds, causing his Soul Power circulation to become sluggish.
He dared not delay any longer and used all his strength to drive the ceramic jar, smashing it fiercely against the sword formation barrier.
Boom!
The sword formation barrier rippled, but it did not suffer the slightest damage.
A cage formed by a 5,000-year Soul skills was indeed not so easy to break through for a Spirit Ancestor.
Fatty gritted his teeth and smashed it again and again.
Outside the sword formation, the blood-bat Bald Stout Man was already locked in battle with Su Mo.
Soul Power collided, sword auras crisscrossed...
After dozens of rounds.
Crack!
The sword formation below suddenly shattered.
The dark red ceramic jar flew out from the sword formation, heading straight to smash into Su Mo's back.
Su Mo sensed the crisis behind him and wanted to dodge.
However, it was at this moment of vulnerability that the Bald Stout Man released his fourth Soul skills again.
The tidal wave of sonic energy erupted, blasting Su Mo away and causing him to slam fiercely into the ceramic jar behind him.
Pfft.
Su Mo spat out another mouthful of blood and fell straight to the ground.
Several sword feathers of his Black Gold Sword Wings were even knocked off, scattering around him.
He struggled to prop up his body, leaning the Asura Demon Sword on the ground, clutching his painfully throbbing chest.
His Soul Power was already far inferior to that of the two opponents, and he had been maintaining amplification Martial Soul Abilities to hold his own against high-level Spirit Ancestors.
Coupled with the high age of his Martial Soul Abilities, releasing them required consuming a large amount of Soul Power.
By this point in the battle, he had less than 20% of his Soul Power left.
This battle made him see his own strength clearly; ordinary low-level Spirit Ancestors were no match for him.
Against a high-level Spirit Ancestor, if it were one-on-one, he was confident he could fight.
But both of the people opposite him were high-level Spirit Ancestors, and they were attacking him together.
Although he had honed his combat skills for a year and defeated many opponents.
But those were just training, not life-and-death battles. Facing two Spirit Ancestors joining forces was still somewhat strenuous.
At this moment, the Bald Stout Man landed not far in front of him, a ferocious smile on his face.
"Kid, a Soul Elder like you daring to come and cause us trouble, you really are a newborn calf that isn't afraid of tigers."
Fatty held the dark red ceramic jar in his hand, the surface of the jar stained with a little of Su Mo's blood.
He stuck out his tongue, licked the residual bloodstains, narrowed his eyes, and a look of intoxication appeared on his face.
"What delicious blood, haha, if I refine your blood, I will definitely be able to level up several times in a row."
Su Mo watched the two people approaching step by step. Was he going to be defeated just like this? Wait for Grandpa Golden Crocodile to make a move? He was somewhat unwilling.
His gaze swept over the dried corpses littering the ground, and the woman and children under the old locust tree opposite.
They were staring straight at this side at this moment.
Pair after pair of eyes met his gaze in the air.
There was fear, despair, and also hope.
However, those two Fallen Spirit Masters.
At this moment, they were laughing, their laughter echoing in the night sky.
As if murder, arson, slaughtering the entire village, and using living people for cultivation were just mundane, trivial matters.
Their laughter was grating, ferocious, and disgusting.
Su Mo's hand holding the sword trembled slightly.
An unprecedented rage rose from the deepest part of his heart.
He suddenly lowered his head and slowly closed his eyes.
He once thought that his Sword Path was just slaughter, killing all enemies.
But now, he suddenly understood.
His Martial Soul was the Asura Demon Sword, and his Sword Path was not just pure slaughter, but also the judgment of sin and the adjudication of demons.
Buzz—
The Asura Demon Sword in Su Mo's hand vibrated gently, and he felt a resonance coming from the depths of his soul.
The demonic patterns on the sword also began to light up slowly.
At first, it was only a faint light.
But very quickly, that light grew brighter and brighter, more and more intense.
With a crack, the ground split into several fine cracks, spreading in all directions with the tip of the sword as the center.
The surrounding gravel, without wind, moved on its own and slowly floated up.
A faint blood-red mist began to spread from around Su Mo's body.
"This... what is happening?!"
The Bald Stout Man and Fatty stopped abruptly and looked around vigilantly.
They felt an icy chill, as if they had fallen into an ice cellar.
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