Wandering Swordsman |

Before he finished speaking, Shen Mo slowly raised his right hand—

The demonic energy in his palm was as black as ink, instantly condensing into a bottomless vortex, as if even light was being swallowed up.

Even more horrifying is—

The Green Ox Sword remained quietly hanging at his waist, its scabbard unmoved.

Shen Mo's figure flashed and disappeared into thin air like a ghost. The next moment, he appeared in front of the Demon Refining Beast King's giant head!

"boom--!!!"

A dull, landslide-like crash rang out!

Shen Mo's right palm struck the Demon-Refining Beast King's brow, their palms colliding violently. In an instant, the shockwave reversed, the poisonous mist was cleared a hundred feet away, and the rock walls on either side peeled away like paper!

And the most unbelievable thing is—

Shen Mo's feet remained firmly planted on the ground, his shoes didn't sink in an inch, and the rocks beneath his feet didn't even show a crack.

The terrifying impact that was enough to shatter cliffs and overturn chariots vanished without a trace under his palm, like a mud ox sinking into the sea!

The Demon-Refining Beast King's massive body suddenly froze, its four claws leaving the ground, its momentum abruptly halted by this single palm strike! Its eyes flashed crimson light wildly, as if it could not comprehend how this flesh and blood body could block its all-out charge with a single palm strike.

Hua Tianyou stood frozen in place, his mind reeling with turbulent emotions: His lord... hadn't even taken a single step back! And his lord... with just one palm strike, had plunged him into a quagmire!

The black energy in Shen Mo's palm suddenly surged, like a black dragon coiling around a beast's head.

Suddenly, the palm strike erupted!

The Demon-Refining Beast King let out a mournful howl that tore through the abyss, its massive body being flung away like a broken mountain, crashing into a rock wall a hundred feet away.

The entire cliff collapsed in an instant, with rubble pouring down like a torrential rain, and dust billowing into the sky. The poisonous fog was dispersed into grayish-white flocculent particles that lingered in the canyon for a long time.

The giant beast struggled to crawl out of the pile of rocks. The look in its eyes as it looked at Shen Mo was no longer filled with rage, but only with fear—a submission and trembling from the depths of its blood when facing a true powerhouse.

It let out a low growl, no longer wanting to fight, and with a powerful kick of its limbs, it turned and leaped into the depths of the thick miasma, its figure quickly disappearing into the fog, leaving only a trail of poisonous marks that corroded the rocky ground.

Hua Tianyou was about to speak: "My lord, it escaped, should we...?"

"No need," Shen Mo said calmly, his gaze not following the object. His black robe fluttered as if he had only just repelled a wisp of wind. "The most important thing right now is to get through here as soon as possible."

He turned and continued walking, his steps as steady as ever. Hua Tianyou paused for a moment, then quickly followed—his lord was right, the most important thing right now was to get through here as soon as possible.

Two days later, the two ventured deep into the heart of the Soul Devouring Abyss.

The miasma here was so thick it had liquefied, and the ground was covered with a layer of slippery moss, making it feel like stepping on rotting corpses.

The surroundings were eerily silent; even poisonous insects dared not chirp. Only the wind whistled softly as it passed through the cracks in the rocks.

Suddenly, Shen Mo stopped in his tracks.

Almost simultaneously, Hua Tianyou also noticed something amiss—

The ground is shaking.

It wasn't the violent shaking of an avalanche, but a dull, continuous tremor, like a stampede of horses, rolling in from the depths of the canyon.

The rocks beneath their feet trembled slightly, and gravel tumbled down. Even the thick miasma was stirred by this force, forming a strange vortex.

"No..." Hua Tianyou's expression changed drastically, his voice tightening, "This sound couldn't possibly come from just one Demon-Refining Beast King... it's... a whole horde!"

Before the words were even finished, the miasma ahead suddenly surged and exploded like boiling water. Then, one, two, ten... hundreds of crimson eyes lit up one after another in the thick fog, as if the gates of hell had been opened and a hundred ghosts were walking in the night!

The earthquake trembled more violently, and debris rained down from the rock walls. Through the thin, poisonous fog, the two finally saw clearly—

More than a hundred demon-refining beast kings!

They were the same size as the previous one, but even more ferocious: their scales gleamed with a cold metallic light, their fangs were crisscrossed like saws, and their eyes glowed with a crimson light that formed a sea of ​​blood.

Their overwhelming aura, like a tidal wave of beastly power, pressed down like a mountain of immense weight, causing the air to freeze.

Hua Tianyou's hair stood on end, and his Adam's apple bobbed: "My lord... could this be... the lair of the Demon-Refining Beast King?!"

Shen Mo's gaze swept across the raging torrent of beasts with lightning speed, his expression remaining calm, though a hint of coldness flickered in his eyes.

All beasts charged, and heaven and earth fell silent.

Hundreds of demon-refining beast kings surged out from the depths of the miasma like a black torrent, their crimson eyes forming a sea of ​​blood. The sound of their scales rubbing together was like the clash of metal, causing the rock walls to crumble and shed debris.

They charged silently, yet with immense force, crushing the poisonous fog into a vacuum in their wake, and cracking the ground like a spiderweb. It was not the rampage of wild beasts, but the serpentine charge of ancient war machines—cold, precise, and destructive.

Ahead, there was only one person, one sword, and a dark figure, standing like a nail in the center of the desperate situation.

Shen Mo did not draw his Green Ox Sword, nor did he even touch the scabbard. He simply turned slowly and said to Hua Tianyou in a calm tone, "Wait here for a moment."

The voice was calm, yet carried an undeniable authority.

As soon as he finished speaking, he strode forward, his black robes fluttering in the wind. With each step he took, the surrounding miasma automatically retreated, as if even the Soul-Devouring Abyss was making way for him.

Hua Tianyou stood frozen in place, staring at that retreating figure—

Could it be that our lord intends to face a hundred demon-refining beast kings all by himself?!

In the next instant, Shen Mo had already charged into the horde of beasts like a ghost!

He gripped the undrawn Azure Ox Sword tightly in his right hand, and black energy surged around him. Demonic energy coiled around the sword like a black dragon, transforming the entire sword, scabbard and all, into a pitch-black, hell-suppressing pestle! The sword was not yet drawn, but its power already shattered the heavens!

The first Demon-Slaying Beast King pounced, its giant claws tearing through the air, its fangs snapping at the throat.

Shen Mo slightly shifted his body, his sword sheath sweeping horizontally like a thunderbolt—"Clang!" A metallic clang rang out, striking the beast squarely in the skull. The giant beast didn't even have time to howl before its crimson eyes extinguished, and it crashed to the ground, raising a cloud of poisonous dust.

The second one attacked from the left, attempting to ambush Shen Mo.

Unexpectedly, Shen Mo lightly touched the ground with his toes, his body rising three feet higher, and the scabbard pierced through the gap in the beast's neck armor from top to bottom—"Crack!" The beast's body stiffened and then collapsed limply.

The third one, the fourth one...

He moved with unparalleled speed, his movements so fast that afterimages appeared in all ten directions simultaneously.

Each swing of the sword sheath precisely targets the Demon Beast King's vital points, either between the eyebrows or along its spine; two strikes will stun it, and three strikes will cripple it.

In less than ten breaths, more than twenty Demon-Refining Beast Kings had already collapsed to the ground, lying motionless in the poisonous fog like cast iron statues.

The other giant beasts seemed to grow fearful, their attacks slowing down, and hesitation flickering in their crimson eyes.

Shen Mo's gaze was like lightning, always fixed on the rear of the beast horde—the Demon-Refining Beast King that had fled earlier was now at the very back, its scales trembling slightly, and the red light in its eyes flickering, revealing a human-like fear.

Shen Mo didn't stop and walked straight towards it.

The demon beast kings along the way all gave way, and not one dared to block their way! They roared and retreated, as if they were not facing humans, but the true kings engraved deep in their blood.