Chapter 21: Asura Sword Intent, Return to Spirit Hall
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Su Mo suddenly opened his eyes; his originally pitch-black pupils had transformed into a sea of scarlet.
His aura surged abruptly; this was not a breakthrough in Soul Power level, but a transformation from the inside out.
At this moment, he radiated a suffocating chill, as if he were a god of slaughter from the Nine Nether Hells.
With him at the center, the temperature of the air within a ten-zhang radius plummeted, and an intensely thick aura of slaughter swept out like a tidal wave.
"Asura Sword Intent!"
Su Mo raised his right hand, and the Asura Demon Sword in his grasp vibrated in response.
In that instant, the heavens and earth changed color, and the surrounding red mist gathered frantically, becoming so dense it was almost tangible.
Three zhang above Su Mo's head, the blood-colored mist churned and gathered, instantly condensing into an Asura Demon Sword magnified several times over, its tip pointing straight at the night sky.
"Not good! Defend with all your might!"
The Bald Stout Man's expression changed drastically, and he roared hoarsely, his voice filled with unprecedented terror.
Not daring to hold back in the slightest, he channeled his Soul Power frantically, condensing a layer of blood-colored shield around his body.
The Fatty on the side also fought for his life; he bit the tip of his tongue and spat a mouthful of blood onto the ceramic jar in his hands.
The dark red ceramic jar expanded instantly, a layer of eerie blood light appearing on its surface as it hovered before him, transforming into a defensive barrier.
"Asura Slash!"
Su Mo's eyes were cold, devoid of any emotional fluctuation; as his words fell, the giant sword crashed down.
Before the sword edge arrived, its terrifying sword momentum had already descended.
The blood-colored shield in front of the Bald Stout Man and the Fatty's ceramic jar began to tremble violently when they were still a meter away from the giant sword, their surfaces covered in dense cracks.
"Block it for me!!"
The Bald Stout Man's pupils reflected the approaching sword edge; veins bulged on his body as he gritted his teeth.
Boom!!!
The Asura Demon Sword slammed violently onto the blood-colored shield and the ceramic jar.
In just an instant, their defenses shattered like paper.
The Bald Stout Man and the Fatty were sent flying directly, crashing heavily onto the ground in the distance.
The two did not die on the spot, but they were on the verge of death.
Each of them had a gruesome wound on their body, with dark red energy clinging to the wounds, constantly eroding their insides.
If no one treated them, they would likely not last more than half an hour before their vitality was extinguished.
At this moment, the Soul Power in Su Mo's body had completely bottomed out.
The Asura Demon Sword Martial Soul in his hand slowly dissipated, and the chilling red mist surrounding him vanished along with it.
The scarlet in his eyes faded, returning to their original clarity; a strong sense of weakness washed over him, his vision went black, and his body tilted forward uncontrollably.
In the final instant before losing consciousness, he saw a burly figure suddenly appear and catch him steadily.
"Xiao Mo!"
Golden Crocodile Douluo caught Su Mo and hurriedly checked his injuries.
After confirming that his life was not in danger, his tense heartstrings relaxed slightly.
In fact, as early as when Su Mo's Soul Power was about to be exhausted, Golden Crocodile Douluo had already prepared to make a move.
But just as he was about to act, Su Mo's aura suddenly surged, so he stopped.
Golden Crocodile Douluo held Su Mo, his gaze sweeping over the two half-dead Fallen Spirit Masters on the ground; a trace of ruthlessness flashed in his eyes, and he struck out with a palm from a distance.
The two instantly turned into pulp, completely wiped from this World.
At this moment, a few surviving villagers stumbled over, knelt on both knees before Golden Crocodile Douluo, and kowtowed while crying out.
"Thank you, two Soul Master lords, for saving us! Thank you, benefactors..."
"Get up. Personnel from the nearby Spirit Hall branch will come to handle the aftermath here."
After Golden Crocodile Douluo finished speaking, his figure rose into the air, transforming into a streak of golden light that vanished into the vast night sky in the blink of an eye.
The few survivors looked up at the night sky, remaining on the ground for a long time.
...
The next morning.
Spirit City, inside Su Mo's room.
The morning sun spilled into the room.
Consciousness gradually returned, and Su Mo slowly opened his eyes.
What came into view was the familiar ceiling decoration; his heart settled, knowing he had returned to Spirit City.
He rubbed his somewhat throbbing head and slowly sat up.
After sensing carefully, he realized his injuries must have been treated by someone; there was no major issue, just some soreness all over his body.
Just then, a flurry of footsteps came from outside the door.
Immediately after, the door was pushed open, and four figures filed in.
The person leading them was none other than the High Priest Qian Daoliu, followed by Golden Crocodile Douluo, and then the Pope Qian Xunji and Bibi Dong.
Seeing everyone arrive, Su Mo hurriedly tried to sit up to pay his respects.
"Xiao Mo, no need for formalities; you still need to recuperate well."
Qian Daoliu smiled kindly, raised his hand in a gesture to press down, and a gentle force pressed Su Mo back onto the bed.
Last night, Golden Crocodile Douluo had already informed him of the ins and outs of the matter.
When he heard that Su Mo had comprehended his own sword intent at the critical moment of life and death, even he could not hide the look of shock in his eyes.
Sword intent—that was a realm that many Soul Masters with sword Martial Souls could not reach even after exhausting their entire lives.
Yet Su Mo, having only spent one year, experienced one life-and-death struggle, and one epiphany in a desperate situation, had crossed this threshold.
"Yes, Grandpa Qian." Su Mo nodded in response.
At this moment, Bibi Dong, who was in the back, hurriedly ran to the bedside.
Her eyes were red, and she gripped Su Mo's hands tightly, looking him up and down, her face full of worry and lingering fear.
"Junior brother, are you okay? Is there anywhere you feel uncomfortable?"
"Senior sister, I'm fine." Su Mo shook his head, squeezing her hand back to reassure her.
"Xiao Mo." Qian Xunji, who was on the side, spoke up, his tone carrying a hint of reproach, "You child, you were far too reckless.
The opponents were four Fallen Spirit Masters whose Soul Power was far higher than yours; how dare you face them alone?
If something had gone wrong, what would have happened?"
Although Qian Xunji was reproaching him, anyone present could hear the concern within his words.
Su Mo smiled and said, "Teacher, I'm fine, aren't I? Besides, with Grandpa Gold Crocodile guarding in the shadows, I wouldn't have been in life-threatening danger."
"Let this not happen again!" Qian Xunji said with a straight face, admonishing, "No matter what, you must protect yourself first."
"Yes." Su Mo nodded.
Soon, Qian Daoliu checked Su Mo's physical condition again; after last night's treatment, he had recovered more than half.
Everyone exchanged a few pleasantries.
Qian Daoliu said, "Xiao Mo, rest easy and recuperate; we will head out first."
"Alright, Grandpa Qian, take care," Su Mo said.
Bibi Dong clearly had no intention of leaving, so the three of them—Qian Daoliu and the others—exchanged glances, walked out tacitly, and closed the door behind them.
In the room, only Su Mo and Bibi Dong remained.
Seeing that they had all left, Bibi Dong said:
"Junior brother, are you stupid? Those were cutthroat Fallen Spirit Masters, and you dared to go alone? And you got yourself into this state..."
Before she could finish speaking, her tears gushed out.
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