Transmigrating into Douluo Continent: I Am a Master

The violent impact also damaged the array of mirror swords, revealing a gap. The old man who landed quickly seized the opportunity to rescue Tie Tang from among them.

At this moment, Tie Tang's face was pale, and his body was covered with countless wounds. Some wounds were so deep that the bone was visible, and the flesh was turned inside out. He was visibly exhaling more than inhaling.

"Son, son!"

As the impact and shockwave gradually dissipated, Zhang Mo dispersed the array of mirror shields, revealing himself and Tang Ya once again.

Tang Ya quickly ran to his side, pointing her slender finger at the old man's figure, and said, "He is the sect leader of the Iron Blood Sect, Tie Tang's father—Tie Li!"

At this moment, the figures that had been left behind by Tie Li in the distance also landed one by one.

They were elders of the Iron Blood Sect. Zhang Mo could roughly sense the soul power fluctuations emanating from them; they were all Soul Kings.

After landing, the elders looked around and were shocked by the scene before them.

The corpses and parts of his disciples were everywhere.

The ground was stained red and felt sticky underfoot.

Their young sect leader had just been rescued by the old sect leader, and his fate was unknown.

Upon seeing this, an elder quickly knelt down and took Tie Tang's pulse.

A few breaths later, the elder said anxiously, "Sect Master, the young sect master must be sent for treatment immediately, otherwise his life will be in danger!"

After saying that, he tried to help Tie Tang up.

"call out!"

A mirror sword flashed across the elder's cheek at a speed too fast for the naked eye to react to, severing his ear before embedding itself in the wall behind him.

The mirror sword was too fast. The elder felt a chill on his right side. He hurriedly reached out to touch it, but he didn't touch his ear. Instead, he felt something warm, sticky.

He rubbed it between his fingers and held it up to his eyes for a closer look.

is blood!

"Aaaaaah!!"

At this moment, the elder realized that his right ear, which had always been with him, was no longer with him, but was now with the ground.

Seeing this, Tie Li glared fiercely at Zhang Mo and Tang Ya. Then he roared, "Tang Ya!"

"You vile woman! You've caused endless trouble in our sect the moment you returned to Heaven Dou City. I truly regret sparing your life back then!"

"Not only are you ungrateful, but you also dare to bring people back to take revenge on us!"

Tang Ya was furious upon hearing Tie Li's distorted and fabricated story, and shouted, "Tie Li, you're talking nonsense!"

"It was you who coveted the Tang Clan's millennia-old legacy, killed my parents, and seized my family's wealth! Now I'm here to reclaim what rightfully belongs to me—it's only right!"

Tie Li could still argue his way out of it, but looking at the sword-wielding youth in front of him made him feel a little uneasy.

Although he was a Soul Emperor, his Soul Ring configuration was too poor. Compared to a true powerhouse, a Soul Emperor with the best Soul Ring configuration, he was nothing.

But he knew Tang'er's strength; how could he possibly be easily defeated by this kid?

Judging by his age, could he be from the legendary inner court of Shrek Academy?

No, no, no, it's impossible for students in the inner academy to only possess the soul power of a Soul Master.

Tie Li began to examine the Sword of Judgment in Zhang Mo's hand from head to toe.

The golden-red exterior of the Sword of Judgment reveals that it is forged from superior metal materials, and the intricate patterns and core magic array on it symbolize its high quality.

Wow, this is truly a fine sword. Could this be the kind of soul tool that the Sun Moon Empire is known for making? It must be quite expensive.

Tie Li's expression changed instantly. He adopted a fawning posture and suppressed his anger, saying, "Haha, young master, we became friends after our fight."

"You killed my Iron Blood Sect disciple, and you also beat up my son."

"Your anger should have subsided by now. Let's leave it at that for today. Let me take my son for some treatment. Tomorrow, I'll treat you to a banquet at the best restaurant in Tiandou City to apologize. How about that?"

"metropolitan!"

The elders, lacking experience, hadn't grasped the gravity of the situation, nor did they realize the extraordinary power of the Judgment Sword in Zhang Mo's hand. They couldn't understand why their usually arrogant and domineering sect leader had bowed down at this moment.

Zhang Mo's lips curled into a disdainful smile: "The best restaurant in Tiandou City?"

He pointed his sword at Tie Li with one hand and said, "You?!"

"The sect leader of a trash sect? How many gold soul coins can you earn by teaching this bunch of trash?"

Zhang Mo took out a handful of gold soul coins from his storage soul tool and scattered them on the ground.

"I'll give you money today, and I'll make sure you can't leave. Do you think that's acceptable?"

Tie Li could no longer suppress his anger. Veins throbbed on his forehead, and his soul power radiated outwards uncontrollably. He gritted his teeth and tried to lower his voice to sound as gentle as possible, saying, "So there's no room for negotiation?"

"No negotiation. Blood for blood."

Tie Li took a forceful step forward, roared, and then leaped high into the air, shouting, "Don't be so arrogant, young man!"

"Giving your backers some face is not for you; this is going too far!"

"I stopped him and took my son to see a doctor!" Tie Li shouted back to the elders in mid-air.

"None of you will escape."

A purple spirit ring shone behind Zhang Mo.

The Angel Mirror trembled violently, its body bending backward slightly, then with a jolt, it sprayed light from top to bottom, creating a mirror.

A "Zhang Mo" bathed in golden light walked out of the mirror.

Third Soul Skill: Angel Mutation, Mirror Angel Clone!

Tang Ya covered her mouth in surprise, her eyes widening in astonishment.

This... this is a rare clone soul skill?

Tie Li, who was in mid-air, was also shocked by this scene. Having traveled all over the country, he naturally knew that the clone soul skill was extremely rare.

The clone stepped out of the mirror without a moment's hesitation or pause, heading straight for the elder who was preparing to leave with Tie Tang.

Two mirror swords flew out from the group of mirror swords floating around Zhang Mo. His clone reached back with both hands and caught the two flying mirror swords, then slashed them directly at the elder of the Iron Blood Sect.

Tie Li also arrived in front of Zhang Mo from the air at this moment. The purple soul ring behind him shone brightly, and he punched Zhang Mo's face.

Zhang Mo calmly raised the sword of judgment to defend himself.

With one punch, Zhang Mo staggered back several steps, his legs moving alternately, before finally stopping with a powerful kick.

He flicked the sword in his right hand as if nothing had happened.

Tang Ya and the elders of the Iron Blood Sect looked at the two of them but couldn't figure it out.

Only Tie Li knows the true story behind this encounter.

Tie Li's attention was focused on Zhang Mo's sword of judgment.

As expected, it's a fine sword! When I struck with all my might, it felt like I hit a mountain, and there wasn't even a dent.

His right hand was slightly contracting, and his breathing became heavier, as he tried to alleviate the pain in his right hand.

Although Zhang Mo retreated several steps, he was completely unharmed. While the Sword of Judgment hadn't yet fused with the fragments of the Rakshasa Demon Scythe, the quality of an eighth-level soul tool was no joke!

Zhang Mo smiled slightly, closed his eyes tightly, and gripped the Sword of Judgment firmly with both hands.