Douluo: Martial Soul Asura Sword, Supreme Killing God

At that moment, the bald, burly man landed not far in front of him, a ferocious smile on his face.

"Boy, you're just a Soul Venerable, yet you dare to cause us trouble. You're truly a newborn calf that doesn't fear tigers."

The fat man held a dark red pottery jar in his hands, with a few drops of Su Mo's blood on it.

He stuck out his tongue, licked the remaining blood, squinted his eyes, and a look of ecstasy appeared on his face.

"What delicious blood! Haha, if I refine your blood, I'm sure I'll be able to break through again!"

Su Mo watched the two figures closing in step by step. Was he going to lose like this? Should he wait for Grandpa Golden Crocodile to make a move? He was somewhat unwilling.

His gaze swept over the mummified corpses scattered all around, and the woman and child under the old locust tree opposite.

They were staring intently in their direction.

Pairs of eyes met his gaze in the air.

There was fear, despair, and hope.

However, at this moment, the two fallen soul masters were laughing wildly, their laughter echoing through the night sky.

Their laughter was shrill, grotesque, and nauseating.

It's as if murder, arson, and even using living people for cultivation are just trivial matters to them.

Su Mo's hand holding the sword trembled slightly.

An unprecedented rage rose from the deepest part of his heart.

He lowered his head and slowly closed his eyes.

He once thought that his way of the sword was to kill and kill all enemies.

But now, he suddenly understood.

His martial spirit is the Asura Demon Sword. His swordsmanship is not just about killing, but also about judging evil and condemning demons.

hum-

The Asura Demon Sword in Su Mo's hand trembled slightly, and he felt a resonance from the depths of his soul.

The magical runes on the sword began to slowly light up.

At first, it was only faintly lit.

But soon, the light grew brighter and brighter, more and more intense.

With a crack, several fine cracks appeared on the ground, spreading outwards from the tip of the sword.

The surrounding pebbles, without any wind, slowly floated up.

A faint crimson mist began to spread from Su Mo's body.

"What...what's going on?!"

The bald man and the fat man suddenly stopped and looked around warily.

They felt a chilling cold, as if they had fallen into an ice cellar!

Chapter 21 Asura Sword Intent, Returning to the Spirit Hall

Su Mo suddenly opened his eyes, his originally dark pupils now a deep crimson.

His aura suddenly surged, not because of a breakthrough in soul power level, but because of a transformation from the inside out.

At this moment, he exuded a suffocating chill, as if he were a killing god from the deepest hell.

Centered on him, the air temperature within a ten-zhang radius plummeted, and an extremely intense and chilling aura swept out like a tide.

"Asura Sword Intent!"

Su Mo raised his right hand, and the Asura Demon Sword in his hand trembled.

In that instant, the world changed color, and the surrounding red mist gathered wildly, becoming so dense that it was almost tangible.

Three zhang above Su Mo's head, crimson mist surged and gathered, instantly condensing into a Shura Demon Sword magnified several times, its tip pointing straight at the night sky.

"Not good! Quickly, defend with all your might!"

The bald, burly man's face changed drastically, and he roared hoarsely, his voice filled with unprecedented terror.

He dared not hold back in the slightest, and his soul power surged wildly, condensing into a layer of blood-red shield around his body.

The fat man beside him also risked his life; he bit his tongue and spat a mouthful of blood onto the pottery jar in his hand.

The dark red pottery jar instantly expanded, and a strange blood-red light appeared on its surface, hovering in front of him and transforming into a defensive barrier.

"Asura Slash!"

Su Mo's eyes were cold, devoid of any emotion. As soon as he finished speaking, the giant sword crashed down.

Before the sword's edge even arrived, its terrifying aura had already descended.

The blood-red shield in front of the bald, muscular man and the fat man's jar began to tremble violently when they were still a meter away from the giant sword, their surfaces covered with countless cracks.

"Stop them!!"

The bald, burly man's pupils reflected the approaching sword blade. His veins bulged, and he gritted his teeth.

boom!!!

The Asura Demon Sword slashed down suddenly onto the blood-red shield and the pottery jar.

In an instant, their defenses shattered like paper.

The bald, burly man and the fat man were thrown into the air and crashed heavily to the ground some distance away.

The two did not die on the spot, but were on the verge of death.

Each of them now had a gruesome wound on their body, the wounds imbued with Asura power, which was constantly eroding their bodies.

If they do not receive timely treatment, they will likely die within moments.

At this moment, Su Mo's soul power was completely depleted.

The Asura Demon Sword spirit in his hand slowly dissipated, and the chilling red mist around him also disappeared.

The crimson in his eyes faded, returning to their original clarity. A strong sense of weakness washed over him, and his vision went black as his body uncontrollably slumped forward.

In his last moments before losing consciousness, he saw a burly figure suddenly appear and catch him steadily.

"Xiao Mo!"

Golden Crocodile Douluo helped Su Mo up and hurriedly checked his injuries.

Only after confirming that his life was not in danger did he relax a little.

In fact, Golden Crocodile Douluo had already prepared to make his move when Su Mo's soul power was about to be exhausted.

But just as he was about to make a move, Su Mo's aura suddenly surged, and he stopped.

Golden Crocodile Douluo held Su Mo in his arms, his gaze sweeping over the two half-dead Fallen Soul Masters on the ground. A ruthless glint flashed in his eyes as he unleashed a palm strike from a distance.

The two were instantly reduced to minced meat and completely erased from this world.

At this moment, several surviving villagers staggered over, knelt down before Golden Crocodile Douluo, kowtowed and cried out.

"Thank you so much, two Soul Masters, for saving us! Thank you, our benefactors..."

"Get up. The cleanup here will be handled by the Martial Soul Branch Hall personnel from nearby cities."

After speaking, Golden Crocodile Douluo soared into the air, transforming into a golden streak of light that vanished into the vast night sky in an instant.

Several survivors gazed up at the night sky, remaining seated for a long time.

……

The next morning.

Inside Su Mo's room in Wuhun City.

The morning sun streamed into the room.

As consciousness gradually returned, Su Mo slowly opened his eyes.

The familiar roof decorations came into view, and he knew with certainty that he had returned to Wuhun City.

He rubbed his throbbing head and slowly sat up.

After a careful examination, it was clear that his injuries had been treated and were no longer a major problem, although he was still a little sore all over.

Just then, a series of rapid footsteps came from outside the door.

Immediately afterwards, the door was pushed open, and four figures filed in.

The leader was none other than Grand Elder Qian Daoliu, followed by Golden Crocodile Douluo, and then Pope Qian Xunji and Bibi Dong.

Upon seeing everyone arrive, Su Mo hurriedly tried to stand up and bow.

"Xiao Mo, there's no need for such formalities. You still need to take good care of your injuries."

Qian Daoliu smiled kindly, raised his hand and pressed down gently, pressing Su Mo back onto the bed.

Last night, Golden Crocodile Douluo told him the whole story.

When he heard that Su Mo had comprehended his own sword intent at the critical moment of life and death, even he could not hide the shock in his eyes.

Sword intent is a realm that many Soul Masters with sword martial souls cannot reach even after a lifetime of effort.

Su Mo, however, crossed this threshold in just one year after experiencing a life-or-death battle and a sudden enlightenment in a desperate situation.

"Yes, Grandpa Qian," Su Mo nodded in response.

At this moment, Bibi Dong, who was behind, hurriedly ran to the bedside.

Her eyes were red, and she gripped Su Mo's hands tightly, looking him up and down with worry and lingering fear on her face.

"Junior brother, are you alright? Is anything bothering you?"

"Senior sister, I'm fine." Su Mo shook her head and squeezed her hand back to comfort her.

“Xiao Mo,” Qian Xunji said from the side, her tone tinged with reproach, “you child, you are far too reckless.”

The opponent consists of four Fallen Soul Masters whose soul power far exceeds yours. How dare you fight them alone?

What if something unexpected happens?