Wandering Swordsman |

Just then, Shen Mo took the initiative to walk to Situ Dengfeng's side and said with a firm look in his eyes, "Senior, I am willing to bring the 'Formless Sutra' to exchange for Miss Situ." These words were like a lightning bolt that pierced the silent night sky, moving everyone present.

Upon hearing this, Situ Dengfeng's eyes were filled with worry, and he prepared to refuse.

"Young man, this matter is too dangerous, you don't need to take the risk..." Situ Dengfeng tried to dissuade him, but Shen Mo insisted: "Senior, please believe me, I will definitely bring Miss Situ back safely."

Seeing Shen Mo's resolute attitude, Situ Dengfeng finally nodded and agreed to his request.

Situ Dengfeng patted Shen Mo's shoulder solemnly and said earnestly, "Young brother, Jing Tian Pavilion will never forget your kindness today." Shen Mo smiled slightly and replied, "Senior, you are too kind. This is my duty."

Then, under everyone's watchful eyes, Shen Mo, holding the fake "Formless Sutra," slowly walked towards the Black Wind Gang leader. Each step seemed exceptionally heavy, as if treading on the heartstrings of everyone present.

The air around them seemed to freeze, and everyone's heart was in their throat. Shen Mo, however, remained fearless, his gaze fixed firmly ahead.

At the same time, Situ Meng was taken aback when she heard the name "Shen Mo". She suddenly recalled what Zhao Xue had told her about Shen Mo in the plum garden of Jingtian Pavilion that day. The story of Shen Mo sacrificing his life for righteousness, as told by Zhao Xue, had left a deep impression on her.

Could he still be alive? For a moment, Situ Meng's eyes searched for Shen Mo's figure in the crowd behind Situ Dengfeng. When she saw Shen Mo take the "Formless Sutra" from Situ Dengfeng, she recognized him at a glance.

Isn't that the young hero who infiltrated the secret prison to rescue people that night? Instantly, Situ Meng's goodwill towards Shen Mo surged to the max. Despite being in enemy territory, her eyes revealed an undisguised joy.

As Shen Mo slowly approached, the Black Wind Gang Leader scrutinized the "Formless Scripture" in Shen Mo's hand, his eyes revealing a hint of greed and suspicion. The surrounding air seemed to freeze, everyone awaiting this life-or-death exchange.

When they were still ten steps away from the Black Wind Gang's camp, Shen Mo suddenly stopped and shouted, "Gang leader, bring Situ Meng to my side first, and then I will give you the 'Formless Sutra'."

The Black Wind Gang leader stared intently at the manual in Shen Mo's hand, his eyes revealing greed and suspicion. Upon hearing Shen Mo's request, he frowned slightly, but ultimately waved his hand, ordering Ma Xiaofeng to bring Situ Meng to Shen Mo's side.

Master Ma responded and slowly walked forward with Situ Meng. The surrounding air seemed to freeze, and everyone held their breath.

Master Ma looked thoughtfully at Shen Mo, the memory of chasing Shen Mo to the cliff that night resurfacing before his eyes. "You kid, you're really lucky to still be alive." Master Ma's voice contained a hint of undisguised surprise and disdain.

Shen Mo looked at Master Ma in front of him, but instead of feeling the expected anger, he calmly said, "Yes, after all, I am alive, and your death is not far away." His voice was like the tip of an iceberg, cold and firm, without the slightest fluctuation.

Master Ma was not angry at Shen Mo's provocation. Instead, he put the task assigned by the gang leader first. "Hand over the Wuxiang Sutra now!" His tone was urgent and forceful, as if he did not care about Shen Mo's words.

"Alright, here you go." After saying that, Shen Mo suddenly tossed the "Formless Sutra" into the air. This action made everyone's hearts leap into their throats. Upon seeing this, Master Ma immediately released Situ Meng to catch the "Formless Sutra," completely ignoring the potential danger around him.

The instant Ma Xiaofeng released his grip, Shen Mo immediately grabbed Situ Meng's wrist, scooped her up, and sprinted away. Situ Meng was startled by this sudden action, but she quickly recovered, clinging tightly to Shen Mo's neck, and the two of them shot towards their own side like arrows.

At the same time, the Black Wind Gang leader accepted the secret manual handed to him by Ma Xiaofeng. However, after quickly glancing at it, his expression changed drastically, and he flew into a rage. "This is a fake!" he roared. "Seize them!"

The moment he finished speaking, Shen Mo felt a tightness in his chest, as if an invisible hand were gripping his heart. He knew that every second was crucial, and life and death hung in the balance. He immediately channeled all his inner strength into his legs, as if he were walking on air, wishing he could rush towards Situ Dengfeng immediately.

At this moment, time seemed to slow down, making each step feel both heavy and light. The wind whistled past his ears, as if cheering on this thrilling escape. Shen Mo dared not look back, fearing that a moment's distraction would give the enemy an opportunity. His gaze was firmly fixed ahead, in the direction of Situ Dengfeng and his companions, their only chance of survival.

At the same time, Situ Dengfeng realized the urgency of the situation and immediately led the Jingtian Pavilion members to rush forward to support Shen Mo. Their figures were like shooting stars, cutting through the tense air with determination and courage. Swords gleamed coldly in the sunlight, and everyone's expression was so serious and focused, as if the whole world had shrunk to just the battle before them.

The distance between the Black Wind Gang's camp and the Jingtian Pavilion's camp was approximately 200 meters, while Shen Mo, with Situ Meng, was still 130 meters away from the Jingtian Pavilion's side. This distance seemed short, but under the pursuit of the Black Wind Gang members, it felt like an insurmountable chasm. Shen Mo felt like prey trapped in a net, struggling desperately, yet the pressure from all sides remained relentless.

Situ Meng closed her eyes tightly, her arms wrapped tightly around Shen Mo's neck, as if entrusting everything to him. There was no fear on her face, only unconditional trust in Shen Mo. She knew that only Shen Mo could lead her away from this place of death.

"From now on, I must learn the most powerful lightness skill!" Shen Mo said through gritted teeth, his voice unwavering. He knew that at this moment, any hesitation could mean death, and every breath felt like burning his life force. His legs moved like wheels of fire, carrying Situ Meng as they sped towards safety.

Suddenly, an arrow pierced the air, aimed straight at Shen Mo's back. In the nick of time, Shen Mo dodged to the side, the arrow grazing his shoulder and leaving a bloody gash. The pain didn't slow him down; instead, it fueled his even greater strength. The surrounding enemies drew closer, their battle cries deafening, the air thick with the stench of blood.