Book Synopsis
Book Tags
Donation Rankings
Comment
0 Comments
You May Also Like
墨書 Inktalez
Ye Qiu, Su Mu, and Captain Zhao charged down from the towering mountain peak like wild horses, their momentum fierce as a tiger descending the hill, their energy soaring like a rainbow.
The once tranquil square erupted into chaos at their arrival, and the disciples of the Xuanming Sect, realizing the danger, were thrown into disarray.
“Not good! Enemies are attacking!” “Quick, protect the Sect Leader!” The cries echoed through the air.
Amidst the turmoil, numerous disciples clad in black scrambled to draw their glinting weapons, rushing in a swarm toward Ye Qiu and her companions.
In an instant, the square was enveloped in a suffocating atmosphere of tension, as if a single spark could ignite a cataclysmic battle for life and death.
At this critical moment, Ye Qiu led the charge with unwavering composure. As she bravely surged forward into the fray, she shouted at the top of her lungs, “Su Mu, Captain Zhao, focus on dealing with these troublesome black-clad foes! I’m going straight for the Xuanming Sect’s leader!”
Upon hearing Ye Qiu’s command, Su Mu and Captain Zhao nodded without hesitation. They swiftly drew their sharp weapons and fearlessly charged toward the oncoming tide of black-clad attackers.
Ye Qiu herself moved like lightning, her agile figure darting through the throng with ease. She weaved in and out of the crowd, her movements as elusive as a ghost haunting the night, making it nearly impossible for anyone to track her.
The black-clad assailants surged forward like a tidal wave, attempting to halt Ye Qiu’s advance, but their efforts were futile against her relentless speed.
Su Mu was equally impressive; he moved like a dragon in flight, his strikes swift and powerful. Each blow he delivered sent his opponents crashing to the ground before they even had time to react.
With another powerful palm strike, Su Mu sent one black-clad attacker flying several yards away as he continued his relentless pursuit toward the leader of the Xuanming Sect.
At that moment, the sect leader stood not far off, coldly observing Su Mu’s approach.
When he saw Su Mu’s fierce demeanor, a flicker of surprise crossed his face.
However, he quickly regained his composure and scoffed, “You foolish creature dare to intrude upon my Xuanming Sect’s sacred ground? Today shall be your last!” As soon as he finished speaking, he swung his arms violently, unleashing an overwhelming gust of energy that surged toward Su Mu like a violent storm.
Faced with such a surging attack, Su Mu felt an immense pressure bearing down on him, as if it would crush him completely.
However, he showed no signs of retreat. Instead, he took a deep breath and channeled all the true energy within him.
In an instant, a brilliant light enveloped him, allowing him to withstand the impact of the oncoming force.
"Just a petty trick, and you dare to show off in front of me!" Su Mu's lips curled into a disdainful smirk.
Without hesitation, he flickered and transformed into a shadow, appearing before the Xuanming Sect Leader at an almost imperceptible speed.
Before anyone could react, Su Mu's right palm shot out fiercely, creating a sharp gust of wind that surged straight toward the Xuanming Sect Leader.
Seeing this, the Xuanming Sect Leader's expression changed drastically. Not daring to hesitate for even a moment, he quickly crossed his arms in front of his chest, bracing himself to take the blow head-on.
A loud "bang" echoed as two powerful forces collided in mid-air, sending visible shockwaves rippling outward.
In an instant, dust and debris filled the air.
The Xuanming Sect Leader felt an overwhelming force crashing toward him like a ferocious beast.
He was unable to withstand this tremendous power; his body felt as light as a feather, and he was forced to retreat rapidly.
"What incredible strength!" The Xuanming Sect Leader was taken aback, beads of sweat instantly forming on his forehead.
He widened his eyes, staring intently at the imposing enemy before him, a flicker of fear rising within him.
He knew all too well that he had encountered an exceptionally formidable opponent with terrifying strength this time.
"I will definitely capture you today!" Su Mu roared with fury, his eyes blazing.
With a furious roar, his internal energy surged like a flood breaking through a dam, transforming him into a blazing meteor as he lunged once more at the Xuanming Sect Leader.
In an instant, the two were locked in fierce combat.
They exchanged punches and kicks, their figures intertwining as the sound of rushing palm winds filled the air, as if they were tearing apart the very atmosphere around them.
Each collision of fists and feet sparked dazzling flashes of light, the intense sounds echoing through the skies, instilling fear in all who heard it.
Despite Su Mu's formidable strength and relentless assault, the leader of the Xuanming Sect was no ordinary opponent.
Battle-hardened and rich in combat experience, his internal skills were profound and solid, like an ancient tree that had stood for a thousand years.
Thus, for a time, neither side could gain the upper hand, resulting in a fierce stalemate.
Meanwhile, on another front, Ye Qiu and Captain Zhao were engaged in a life-and-death struggle against a swarm of black-clad figures.
These black-clad individuals were numerous, surging forward like a tide, but their strength was far inferior to that of Ye Qiu and Captain Zhao.
Ye Qiu moved with agility, weaving through the black-clad attackers like a ghost.
His sword danced in his hands, shimmering with light; each thrust carried a chilling sword aura that left the black-clad figures unable to defend themselves.
Captain Zhao's fists were powerful and domineering; each heavy punch sent the black-clad attackers flying, knocking down several at once.
With their perfectly coordinated attacks, the black-clad figures fell to the ground in screams of despair, while reinforcements swiftly carried them away—defeat was indeed devastating.
Suddenly, Su Mu launched several glinting flying needles from his hand, slicing through the air like lightning and accurately striking those black-clad figures.
With muffled grunts echoing around them, one after another fell without even having a chance to evade.
The silver needles in his hand glimmered with a cold light, shooting out with the speed and precision of a meteor.
The brilliance of his needle technique was simply breathtaking; each needle seemed to have eyes of its own, accurately piercing the vital points of his enemies without fail.
Whether it was the throat, the heart, or any other lethal spot, none could escape this extraordinary skill.
At the same time, Captain Zhao exuded an imposing presence.
He gripped his baton tightly, his arm muscles taut, channeling a continuous flow of power into the weapon.
As he moved, the baton transformed into a series of fierce black shadows, whistling through the air.
Those daring enough to approach were struck down mercilessly, collapsing to the ground instantly. Captain Zhao's strikes were unmatched in ferocity; each blow resonated with a dull thud, as if he could smash a hole into the very earth itself.
The enemies hit often found their bones shattered, groaning in agony as they lay on the ground.
With the seamless cooperation of Ye Qiu, Su Mu, and Captain Zhao, the once formidable defenses of the Xuanming Sect began to crumble.
Seeing the situation turn against them, the black-clad figures started to panic and flee.
"Hmph, think you can escape? Not so easily!" Su Mu observed this with a slight smirk, revealing a disdainful sneer.
In an instant, he flickered and executed an exceptional lightness skill, darting towards the fleeing black-clad figures like a ghost.
In just a few leaps, he had caught up to those at the back of the group. He suddenly extended his hand, unleashing a powerful gust that slammed into their backs with overwhelming force.
A series of screams erupted as those few black-clad men spat blood and fell to the ground.
Ye Qiu and Captain Zhao naturally would not let this opportunity slip by; they moved like the wind, closely following Su Mu's figure.
Soon, they arrived in front of the men in black, subduing those who attempted to escape one by one.
"Leader, help us..." Some of the black-clad men, realizing they could not flee, cried out desperately for the leader of the Xuanming Sect.
At that moment, the Xuanming Sect Leader stood at a distance, watching helplessly as his subordinates fell one after another, anxiety gnawing at his heart.
His eyes widened, veins bulging on his forehead, and he roared in anger, "You useless bunch! You can't even handle this!" However, no matter how much he shouted, he could not change the outcome before him.
He feigned a move to push back Su Mu and then shouted loudly, "Retreat! Everyone retreat!"
Upon hearing the command from the Xuanming Sect Leader, the men in black felt as if they had been granted a reprieve and hurriedly began to withdraw.
"Trying to run? It's too late!" Su Mu sneered and charged again towards the Xuanming Sect Leader.
Knowing he was no match for Su Mu, the Xuanming Sect Leader quickly turned to flee.
Su Mu pursued relentlessly, with the two of them racing towards the valley outside.
The valley on the outskirts of Jianghai City had become the battlefield for their final confrontation.
Would Su Mu succeed in defeating the leader of the Xuanming Sect and completely shatter their conspiracy?
Comment 0 Comment Count