Wandering Swordsman |

Shen Mo stood rooted to the spot, his longsword held horizontally before his chest, blood still dripping from its tip, each drop seemingly recounting the breathtaking moment that had just transpired. His gaze, sharp as an eagle's, coldly swept over the two holy rulers before him, his eyes showing no fear, only boundless determination and resolve. The candlelight cast flickering shadows on the stone wall, illuminating his undeniable profile.

Immediately afterward, Shen Mo ignored the Azure Dragon Saint Lord's questioning and instead charged towards Luo Wangchen with lightning speed. His movements were as fast as the wind, the air currents he created even causing the surrounding candlelight to flicker slightly. With a swift swing of his longsword, a flash of cold light appeared, and the iron chains binding Luo Wangchen and Qu Yifan snapped in two, scattering fragments with a crisp sound.

"Master!" Shen Mo's voice was filled with barely suppressed excitement, his eyes slightly red. Since their parting at the inn, he had endured countless hardships and dangers, missing his master day and night. Now, at this reunion, the joy and peace he felt almost overflowed from his chest.

Looking at Shen Mo before him, Luo Wangchen's eyes flashed with surprise and relief. Despite being imprisoned for many days, his expression remained composed, but at this moment, a warm smile involuntarily appeared on his lips. Most importantly, Shen Mo was actually alive!

"We'll talk about the rest after we leave the Black Wind Gang. Let's deal with the current situation first," Luo Wangchen said earnestly, his tone turning serious. He knew this wasn't the time for reminiscing; he had to resolve the immediate crisis as quickly as possible.

Shen Mo nodded upon hearing this, quickly suppressing his excitement and regaining his composure. His gaze swept over Situ Changkong, and seeing that he too was bound by chains, his brows furrowed involuntarily. Without the slightest hesitation, Shen Mo immediately drew his sword and attacked the White Tiger Saint Lord near Situ Changkong. The sword light was as fast as lightning, dazzling to the eye.

The White Tiger Saint Lord also noticed Shen Mo's attack and attempted to counter it, but he clearly underestimated his opponent's speed and strength. Every sword strike from Shen Mo was precise and fierce, forcing the White Tiger Saint Lord to fight with all his might.

Seeing this, Qu Yifan and Luo Wangchen immediately sprang into action, and they went to restrain the injured Azure Dragon Saint Lord with perfect teamwork.

Although Luo Wangchen had been imprisoned for many days, his inner strength was profound, and he quickly regained his fighting power once he was freed. Qu Yifan assisted Luo Wangchen with his agile steps and nimble skills. The two of them had a simple purpose: to prevent the Azure Dragon Saint Lord from ambushing Shen Mo while Shen Mo was dealing with the White Tiger Saint Lord.

The atmosphere inside the dungeon instantly became extremely tense. The five figures crisscrossed, their swords flashing and clashing, creating a breathtaking scene. The candlelight cast flickering shadows on the stone walls, as if cheering on the fierce battle.

Meanwhile, the duel between Shen Mo and the White Tiger Saint Lord was even more intense. Every clash was accompanied by the clanging sound of metal against metal, sparks flying everywhere. Shen Mo's eyes grew sharper, and the longsword in his hand moved with the agility of a living being, constantly searching for his enemy's weaknesses.

Suddenly, Shen Mo shouted and his speed increased dramatically as he unleashed his strongest move—the thirty-sixth form of the Heavenly Gang Sword Technique. Although this move would instantly consume sixty percent of Shen Mo's inner strength, its power was astonishing. The sword energy swept out like a tornado, instantly enveloping the White Tiger Saint Lord.

Despite his attempts to defend himself, the White Tiger Saint King was overwhelmed by the powerful attack. With a deafening roar, he was struck and sent flying backward, crashing into a stone wall several meters away, raising a cloud of dust.

Taking advantage of the opportunity, Shen Mo quickly turned around, swung his longsword, and severed the iron chains binding Situ Changkong. "Brother Situ, are you alright?" he asked with concern, while helping the swaying Situ Changkong to his feet.

Situ Changkong endured the pain and let Shen Mo release his acupoints. "Thank you," he replied briefly. Once the acupoints were released, he immediately picked up the weapon that had fallen to the ground and stood side by side with Shen Mo to face the White Tiger Saint Lord who was attacking again.

However, the situation on Luo Wangchen and Qu Yifan's side was not optimistic. Although they tried their best to suppress the Azure Dragon Saint Lord with his injured arm, the opponent was still very strong, and the two sides fought to a standstill, with neither able to gain the upper hand.

Returning to Shen Mo and Situ Changkong's side, although they had some advantages over the White Tiger Saint Lord, they lacked a fatal weapon, and the battle remained deadlocked, with no clear winner.

"We can't drag this out any longer." Situ Changkong was anxious; he knew he had to change tactics as soon as possible. He looked at the divine weapon in Shen Mo's hand and had a sudden inspiration. "I'll hold him off for five moves, and you quickly go and rescue the woman in the iron cage."

Upon hearing this, Shen Mo immediately understood. He had been focused on the battle and hadn't noticed Situ Meng, who was locked in the iron cage. Hearing Situ Changkong's words, he nodded without hesitation and prepared to act.

"Alright!" Shen Mo responded, then switched places with Situ Changkong, who temporarily took over the fight against the White Tiger Saint Lord. Shen Mo rushed towards the iron cage like a gust of wind, his gaze fixed on the girl inside.

With a flick of his longsword, the lock on the iron cage snapped. "Girl! Come out quickly!" Shen Mo's voice was filled with comfort and determination. He reached out and gently took Situ Meng's arm, helping her out of the iron cage.

"Thank you..." Situ Meng's voice was slightly soft, her eyes filled with gratitude. Having emerged from the iron cage, seeing Shen Mo's face, she felt a surge of inexplicable security. It was a feeling of finding hope in despair, as if nothing could stop them from gaining freedom as long as he was by her side.

Seeing that Shen Mo had successfully rescued Situ Meng, Situ Changkong was overjoyed, a relieved smile flashing across his face. However, this momentary lapse in attention became a fatal flaw. A cunning glint flashed in the eyes of the White Tiger Saint Lord, who seized this rare opportunity and delivered a thunderous punch to Situ Changkong's stomach.

"Ugh!" Situ Changkong groaned, his body feeling as if he had been hit by a speeding carriage. He was thrown backward several meters before barely regaining his balance. A sharp pain shot through his abdomen, making it almost impossible for him to breathe, but he gritted his teeth, unwilling to show any weakness in front of his companions.

Fortunately, Shen Mo reacted quickly, almost instinctively sensing the danger. He stepped forward and stood in front of Situ Changkong, his longsword dancing like a dragon, precisely blocking the White Tiger Saint Lord's second attack. "Are you alright?" Shen Mo turned around and asked with concern, his eyes filled with worry.

"I'm fine!" After receiving Situ Changkong's affirmative reply, Shen Mo focused all his attention on the White Tiger Saint Lord's next attack.

However, Shen Mo's internal energy was almost depleted, so he gradually found himself at a disadvantage in his exchange with the White Tiger Saint Lord. Each move seemed somewhat strenuous, and sweat streamed down his face, soaking his clothes.