Wandering Swordsman |

Shen Mo stood there expressionless, but his heart was in turmoil.

That past event flashed through his mind like lightning, the danger and wisdom of the past intertwined into a series of images. He clearly remembered that he was still a boy that year, and when faced with the sudden appearance of Qiu Tianchan, he quickly came up with a clever idea and used the name "Situ Dengfeng" to scare Qiu Tianchan away, which allowed him and Murong Qing to escape a disaster.

"Old man, it's been so many years. I didn't expect you to still remember me." Shen Mo said calmly, his tone as still as water, yet it concealed an imperceptible power, like a volcano frozen beneath ice, ready to erupt at any moment.

The Blood Shadow Lord frowned and asked suspiciously, "Qiu Tianchan, do you know Shen Mo?"

Qiu Tianchan nodded respectfully: "Yes, Master. Years ago, I received a commission to assassinate a woman living in the Murong branch family. At that time, we did not know that the target was Murong Qing, so we did not send out any skilled assassins. As a result, this kid ruined the mission. He was the one who escaped with Murong Qing right under my nose. He was the culprit behind our Blood Shadow Tower's mission failure that time."

Upon hearing this, the landlord's face grew even more gloomy, his gaze piercing Shen Mo like an icicle: "You're the Jinzhou rogue who killed my Blood Shadow Tower assassins back then?"

Shen Mo's lips curled slightly, and he nodded gently, as if acknowledging not an identity, but a destiny from the past. "That's right, I am the 'Jinzhou Wanderer'."

A murmur rippled through the crowd as the assassins exchanged glances, clearly familiar with the name. Blood Shadow Tower had been searching for the "Jinzhou Ronin" for years without success. Now, this legendary enemy was right before their eyes!

Upon hearing Shen Mo's admission, the Lord's face grew even colder, as if covered in frost in the dead of winter. He gave a cold laugh, his tone chilling: "Very well... then die."

At his command, the surrounding killing intent surged dramatically. More than three hundred assassins advanced towards Shen Mo, their blades flashing and clashing like a net, completely enveloping Shen Mo and Murong Qing. The air was thick with the stench of blood, as if even the sunlight had been swallowed by darkness.

Shen Mo slowly drew his Tai'a sword, its blade reflecting a cold, silvery light in the sunlight. He glanced at Murong Qing beside him and said softly, "Qing'er, close your eyes first."

Surrounded by enemies on all sides, Shen Mo told her to close her eyes, which most people would have thought was suicide. But Murong Qing didn't hesitate for a moment. She immediately stood still, closed her eyes tightly, and her trust was like a warm ray of light, especially precious in this cold world.

At that moment, the Blood Shadow Lord was amused: "Alright, since you're so sensible, I'll give you a quick death! After I'm done with you, I'll also go after those Murong family scions who escaped and give them a quick death as well."

As soon as the Blood Shadow Lord finished speaking, a sharp light flashed in Shen Mo's eyes, his true energy surged, and an invisible power emanated from his body.

The aura of the Demon Beast King swept like a whirlwind, deliberately avoiding Murong Qing under Shen Mo's control, and spreading in all directions.

In just a moment, everyone present, including the Blood Shadow Lord, felt a fear of death rising from the depths of their hearts. Everyone seemed to be frozen in place, completely still.

Their expressions were filled with fear, and their eyes revealed disbelief and despair.

Some assassins' lips trembled as they tried to beg for mercy, but they couldn't utter a single word; others stared wide-eyed as if they were seeing a scene from hell, their pupils reflecting endless darkness.

At that moment, Shen Mo suddenly leaped into the air. The more than three hundred assassins couldn't believe their eyes. Could a human truly leap into the air? Their eyes were filled with shock and fear, as if they were witnessing a miracle beyond the laws of nature. Their minds went blank, and only endless terror remained in their hearts.

Upon seeing this unusual situation, the Blood Shadow Lord was filled with remorse. He realized he had messed with the wrong person. If he had another chance, he would definitely kill that bastard Huangfu Hui himself for giving him such a task.

Qiu Tianchan was starting to doubt if he was dreaming, because Shen Mo was clearly a boy whose martial arts were far inferior to his own back then, yet in just a few years he had such extraordinary strength.

But it's too late to say anything now. Judging from the strength Shen Mo is displaying, this assassination attempt is doomed to fail.

Shen Mo hovered in the air, gently waving his hands, and demonic energy spread across the sky like black mist. That powerful force, like invisible ripples, rapidly spread to every corner, and wherever it touched, the air seemed to solidify, making it suffocating.

With a gentle squeeze of his hand, the demonic energy spreading in the sky instantly transformed into countless slender black needles. Each needle shimmered with an eerie and deadly light, like stars in the night sky, yet carrying an endless aura of death. With a wave of Shen Mo's hand, those black needles formed from demonic energy fell like raindrops.

Each black needle was incredibly precise, piercing vital points and drawing blood. The assassins couldn't even scream before collapsing to the ground, their blood staining the earth. The entire battlefield became eerily silent, broken only by the occasional soft "plop" sound—the sound of black needles piercing flesh, exceptionally clear in the deathly stillness.

Shen Mo's figure descended from mid-air like a war god, his eyes calm as still water, as if this were nothing more than casually swatting away a mosquito. However, it was precisely this calmness that made the massacre all the more cruel and merciless. The air was thick with the stench of blood, mingled with the aura of death, sending chills down one's spine.

He stood suspended in mid-air, looking down at the battlefield below, his eyes devoid of any pity.

He knew that only by completely destroying these assassins could he protect Murong Qing and the others.

At that moment, it seemed as if he were the only one left in the world, lonely yet powerful. His figure was like a ghost in the night, radiating boundless majesty and power.

At his feet, more than three hundred assassins lay sprawled on the ground, unable to rise again. Their faces were etched with fear and despair, as if their very souls had been ripped away, leaving only empty shells.

At this moment, Shen Mo slowly landed on the ground, his clothes fluttering in the wind and his long hair flying, as if the killing just now was nothing more than an ordinary thing.

Shen Mo walked towards Murong Qing step by step. She remained standing still with her eyes closed, like a statue. Her heart was filled with trust and peace of mind; she believed in Shen Mo from beginning to end.