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"I'll go get the antidote from the Prince of Zhao's residence."

"I will also take Wanyan Honglie's head."

Shen Mo's voice wasn't loud, but it instantly silenced all other sounds in the lobby of Fuxing Inn.

Everyone's movements froze at that moment.

Whether it was the Seven Heroes of Jiangnan with their furrowed brows, or Guo Jing and Yang Tiexin filled with anxiety, they all stared intently at the Taoist in blue robes in the center of the hall, as if he were a madman.

What place is that?

That's the Prince Zhao's residence!

The residence of the Jin dynasty's royal relatives was a den of dragons and tigers, with security far exceeding that of the imperial palace.

A man went to retrieve the antidote and also took the head of the Jin king while he was at it?

This is arrogance beyond belief!

"Junior brother, you absolutely mustn't!"

Wang Chuyi was the first to break free from his shock. He stood up abruptly, his body, still recovering from internal injuries, swaying slightly, but his tone was extremely urgent.

"The Prince Zhao's mansion is teeming with experts. The likes of Sha Tongtian, Peng Lianhu, and Liang Ziweng have all submitted to him. For you to go alone is tantamount to walking into a trap!"

On Ke Zhen'e's stiff face, the muscles twitched violently, and he slammed his iron staff heavily on the ground with a dull thud.

"Master Xuanmo! Daoist Wang is absolutely right; this matter requires careful consideration!"

"Yes, Daoist! That Wanyan Honglie is cunning and has set up countless traps in his mansion!" Han Baoju hurriedly chimed in.

Yang Tiexin cupped his hands in reverence, his words earnest: "Master, though the safety of my wife and daughter is of utmost importance, I cannot allow you to sacrifice your life for this!"

The crowd was talking all at once, their words filled with panic and attempts to dissuade them, almost enough to lift the roof off.

In their view, Shen Mo's decision was not confidence, but suicide.

"I said I'd go get it tonight."

Shen Mo ignored the commotion.

He simply looked calmly at Wang Chuyi.

"Senior brother, I never do anything without being sure of success."

These words were spoken casually, yet they carried an undeniable weight, like an invisible mountain, choking Wang Chuyi's subsequent attempts at dissuasion.

Involuntarily, Wang Chuyi recalled the incredibly pure and refined internal energy that had been poured into his body.

He still cannot fathom the depth of that power.

perhaps……

Perhaps this junior brother Xuanmo's martial arts realm has truly reached a level that he can't even see clearly by looking up at him.

Wang Chuyi's chest heaved violently, and finally, all his worries turned into a long sigh.

"Never mind..."

He nodded and solemnly cupped his hands in greeting.

"Junior brother, be careful in everything you do."

Even Wang Chuyi, one of the Seven Masters of Quanzhen, tacitly agreed. The Seven Freaks of Jiangnan and Guo Jing and the others looked at each other, and could only suppress their surprise and doubt.

The atmosphere in the lobby shifted from shock to a heavy, oppressive one.

Just then.

A clear, melodious female voice, yet tinged with a sly, probing tone, rang out without warning.

"I've heard that a 'blue-robed killing god' has recently appeared in Jiangnan, who specializes in killing evil people and leaves no survivors."

He had been resting his chin on his hand, scrutinizing the silent Huang Rong with his bright eyes, when he suddenly spoke.

She stared intently at Shen Mo.

"Was that you?"

"The God of Death in Green!"

These four words were like a heavy hammer, striking the hearts of the Seven Freaks of Jiangnan!

They had lived in Jiangnan for a long time and were very familiar with this name that had become famous in just over a month!

Legend has it that this man, dressed in blue robes and carrying an ancient sword, specializes in hunting down powerful bandits and mountain outlaws that the government dares not touch.

Their methods are ruthless and they never show mercy.

Those who died at his hands included notorious bandits who massacred villages, local bullies who preyed on the people, and even infamous government officials.

The martial arts world of Jiangnan has already been turned upside down by this name!

But they never dreamed that this legendary ruthless killer would be the same person as the dignified and almost immortal Taoist master of the Quanzhen Sect!

The entire lobby of the inn was even quieter than before.

All eyes were on Shen Mo, awaiting his answer.

Under the astonished and uncertain gazes of everyone, Shen Mo did not deny it.

He readily admitted it.

"it's me."

Two words, a simple and understated description.

This caused Guo Jing and the others to hold their breath for a moment.

Ke Zhen'e's stiff face flushed crimson. He took a sudden step forward, pointing his iron staff directly at Shen Mo, and demanded sharply:

"You, as a member of the orthodox Xuanmen sect, have committed such indiscriminate killing of innocent people! Even if those people were guilty, they should be handed over to the authorities for punishment. By what right do you act as a representative of Heaven to carry out these punishments?!"

"The government?"

Shen Mo finally looked directly at the "flying bat," a cold smile curving his lips.

"The people I've killed include the head constable of the Six Doors. The number of innocent souls in his hands is more than the number of villains you've killed."

"You!" Ke Zhen'e was speechless, choked by the words.

Shen Mo's gaze swept over the crowd, taking in the expressions of shock, confusion, and fear on their faces.

He spoke slowly, his voice not loud, but it resonated clearly in everyone's ears.

"Your so-called chivalry and rules are too weak."

"You hand over the wicked to the authorities, but the authorities collude with the wicked."

"You talk about chivalry and honor, but evil people only know how to use schemes and tricks to slaughter women and children."

"Your path is wrong."

The moment the words fell, an indescribable, terrifying will erupted from Shen Mo!

That wasn't internal strength, nor was it aura.

It was a kind of... pure, condensed killing intent amidst mountains of corpses and seas of blood!

Om-!

At that moment, everyone in the lobby had their minds forcibly filled with bloody images.

It was the cry of an infant pierced by a spear during a massacre of a village by bandits!

It's the look of despair in a young girl's eyes when a bully forcibly abducts her!

It is the wailing of families torn apart when corrupt officials disregard human life!

These scenes depict the sins of the people Shen Mo witnessed, heard, and killed along his journey!

"Thump!"

Guo Jing, whose skill was the weakest, was the first to succumb. His face turned ashen, his legs gave way, and he collapsed to his knees, gasping for breath.

The Six Eccentrics of Jiangnan were all pale and trembling violently.

Even Wang Chuyi, with his profound inner strength, had his Dao heart shake violently under the impact of this killing intent. He bit his tongue hard to avoid losing his composure on the spot.

Huang Rong's pretty face turned deathly pale. For the first time, she realized how pale and powerless her pride and joy were in the face of such murderous intent.

She recalled her days on Peach Blossom Island.

Although her father, Huang Yaoshi, acted eccentrically, he never let her see true darkness.

The Taoist priest in blue robes before her had experienced and witnessed a hell on earth that she could never have imagined in her entire life.

Ke Zhen'e's iron staff slammed to the ground with a loud thud, and his whole body trembled.

He thought of all the evildoers he had captured over the years, and how many of them had actually come to justice?

How many of them were not released by the government and continued to commit evil deeds?

He dared not think about it, nor did he want to.

But now, these bloody facts are laid bare before him.

Shen Mo's gaze finally fell on Guo Jing, who was kneeling on the ground.

"Now, tell me."

"Should these people be killed?"

Guo Jing opened his mouth, making a "hoarse" sound in his throat, but couldn't utter a single word.

His set of "benevolence and morality" learned from his masters was shattered in the face of Shen Mo's bloody questioning.

a long time.

Shen Mo withdrew that terrifying will.

The pressure in the entire lobby suddenly vanished.

Everyone looked as if they had just been pulled out of the water, their bodies soaked in cold sweat.

When they looked at Shen Mo again, their eyes no longer held any questioning or confusion.

All that remains is awe and fear that originate from the depths of one's soul.

They finally understood.

The "Tao" practiced by the Taoist priest in blue before them was something they could never understand or reach.

That was a bloody road paved with mountains of corpses and seas of blood for the common people.

Shen Mo ignored the uproar in everyone's hearts, turned around, and walked towards the stairs.

"Wait for my news."

His figure quickly disappeared around the corner of the stairs.

In the silent hall, only the heavy breathing of the crowd and that cold echo remained.