Wandering Swordsman |

"Qing'er, open your eyes. It's all over," Shen Mo said softly, his voice gentle.

Murong Qing slowly opened her eyes, and the sight before her made her gasp. More than three hundred assassins lay sprawled in pools of blood, the air thick with the stench of blood.

Her gaze swept around before finally settling on Shen Mo. She was filled with astonishment and shock—this was all Shen Mo's doing! Five years had passed, and she hadn't expected his martial arts to have become so powerful, far beyond her wildest imagination.

While Murong Qing was still in shock, Shen Mo took Murong Qing's hand and walked towards Qiu Tianchan.

Qiu Tianchan lay on the ground, his breath faint but not yet dead. Shen Mo's voice was low and firm: "Qing'er, I deliberately controlled my attack power, leaving him with a breath left. He's yours to deal with now."

Murong Qing's gaze fell on Qiu Tianchan, and an uncontrollable rage surged within her. She gripped her longsword tightly, a resolute glint in her eyes. She had never dreamed that Qiu Tianchan would be lying there, dying, before her, at her mercy.

She slowly raised her longsword, the tip pointing directly at Qiu Tianchan's throat. Qiu Tianchan's eyes were filled with fear and resentment, but he was powerless to resist. Murong Qing took a deep breath, a glint of determination and resolve flashing in her eyes.

Murong Qing gripped the sword hilt tightly with both hands, the blade trembling slightly, as if bearing the weight of her inner turmoil. She closed her eyes, recalling the moments she had shared growing up with Xiaoyue.

Tears welled up in her eyes, but she didn't let them fall.

"Xiaoyue, did you see that?" she said silently in her heart, "I'll be able to avenge you soon."

With a soft shout, Murong Qing abruptly opened her eyes, a cold glint flashing within them. She exerted force with both hands, her longsword thrusting out like lightning, aiming straight for Qiu Tianchan's throat. The sound of the blade piercing flesh rang out, Qiu Tianchan's body convulsed violently, and then he completely lost his life.

The moment the sword pierced her throat, Murong Qing felt an unprecedented sense of relief and liberation. Years of hatred and pain were released in that instant. She slowly lowered the sword, and tears finally welled up in her eyes, streaming down her cheeks.

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At this moment, she had finally avenged Xiaoyue with her own hands. Murong Qing burst into tears. She knelt down, gently stroking her sword blade as if caressing Xiaoyue's face. Tears dripped onto the ground, splashing up tiny droplets, as if it were her final farewell to Xiaoyue.

Shen Mo stood quietly to the side, silently observing everything. He knew how important this moment was to Murong Qing.

After a long pause, Murong Qing finally pulled herself out of her reverie. Her eyes gradually cleared, and she took a deep breath, as if trying to calm the turmoil within her. She turned to Shen Mo and said softly, "Shen Mo, let's go."

Shen Mo shook his head, his gaze remaining calm and resolute. "Wait a minute, this isn't over yet." His voice was deep and powerful, carrying an undeniable seriousness. "We still don't know who commissioned Blood Shadow Tower to kill us."

Upon hearing this, Murong Qing looked puzzled and asked, "But everyone present is dead. In this situation, how can we find out who commissioned the Blood Shadow Tower?"

Shen Mo didn't answer, but slowly walked to the body of the Blood Shadow Pavilion Master. He squatted down and coldly asked, "Who commissioned your Blood Shadow Pavilion to carry out this assassination?"

Silence reigned all around, broken only by the gentle sound of the wind. The Blood Shadow Lord lay motionless on the ground.

Shen Mo frowned, repeated the question, his tone even colder: "I'm asking you, who commissioned your Blood Shadow Pavilion?"

As Shen Mo spoke to a corpse, the air around them seemed to freeze for a few moments. Murong Qing's heart tightened, and she looked at Shen Mo with concern, wondering what he was up to.

Shen Mo knew very well that he had deliberately spared Qiu Tianchan and the Blood Shadow Pavilion Master's breath when he made his move. Now, seeing the Blood Shadow Pavilion Master still feigning death, a hint of impatience flashed in his eyes. He slowly raised the Tai'a Sword, its blade reflecting a dazzling light in the sunlight, and a chilling aura swept over him as it gleamed.

"Since you won't talk, then die." Shen Mo's voice was like an icicle in the dead of winter, carrying a chilling killing intent.

Just as Shen Mo was about to swing his sword, the Blood Shadow Pavilion Master could no longer bear the approaching threat of death. He forced himself to kneel down despite the excruciating pain, gasping for breath, and said, "Young hero, spare my life! It's...it's Huangfu Hui, the second young master of the Huangfu family!"

His voice trembled, his eyes filled with fear and regret. The once ruthless king of assassins was now trembling like a wounded mouse. Sweat and blood mingled, streaming down his face, each streak a testament to his inner terror.

Shen Mo sheathed his longsword and stared intently at the Blood Shadow Lord. Seeing the extreme fear in his eyes, he was certain that what he said was most likely true.

Upon hearing this name, Murong Qing's expression changed drastically, a flash of anger and surprise crossing her eyes. She gripped her longsword tightly, gritting her teeth as she said, "How dare Huangfu Hui be so audacious! Doesn't he fear provoking a conflict between the Murong and Huangfu families?"

Upon hearing Murong Qing's words, the Blood Shadow Pavilion Master seemed to have grasped at a straw and hurriedly said, "Seventh Miss, you are mistaken. If you confront him face to face, how could he admit it? If you can guarantee my safety, I can go with you to confront him face to face."

After Blood Shadow Lord finished speaking, just as he was eagerly awaiting Murong Qing's reply, Shen Mo shook his head and coldly stated, "No need."

After saying that, Shen Mo's internal energy surged, and an invisible force rapidly spread out.

The demonic energy that had previously pierced the assassin's corpse as fine needles suddenly burst out of the corpse and turned into raging black flames.

The black flames, as if alive, spread rapidly across the corpses, incinerating the more than three hundred bodies completely. Even the bloodstains vanished instantly, leaving no trace at the scene.

Upon seeing this, the Blood Shadow Lord was terrified! However, at this moment, the thin needle formed from the demonic energy that had pierced his body began to emerge from his body as if it had a life of its own, turning into black flames and burning him.

The black flames shimmered eerily in the sunlight, like demonic flames surging from the depths of hell. Knowing he was doomed, the Blood Shadow Lord's eyes were filled with resentment and rage. He roared at Shen Mo, "The son-in-law of the Murong family actually cultivates demonic arts! The Martial Alliance will not let you get away with this!"

Shen Mo stood still, calmly watching everything unfold, as if he were detached from it all. He knew that the crimes these assassins had committed were countless, and that his defeat today was simply their deserved retribution.