Douluo: Martial Soul Asura Sword, Supreme Killing God

The waiter's eyes lit up immediately, and his smile became even more ingratiating.

"Alright! Please wait a moment, sir, I'll go prepare it for you right away!"

Before long, the dishes were served one after another.

After a few rounds of drinks, we had almost finished eating.

Just as Su Mo was about to leave, a commotion suddenly broke out on the street.

"Get out of the way! Get out of the way! Don't you have eyes?"

Su Mo turned his head and looked down through the window.

Pedestrians scattered to the sides, their faces filled with fear.

A short while later, a young master dressed in brocade robes swaggered into the middle of the street, accompanied by seven or eight burly guards, making quite a grand entrance.

The young man was about twenty years old. He was fair-skinned and had regular features, but there was an arrogant look between his brows.

At that moment, an old man selling vegetables on the street was slow because of his age, and his stall was kicked over by the guard.

Vegetables were scattered all over the ground, and things like tomatoes were rolling around everywhere on the road.

However, the old man dared not say anything more, but hurriedly knelt on the ground and kept kowtowing, repeatedly saying "Sir, spare my life."

But that young master Zhao didn't even glance at him and walked straight past.

The group of guards behind him also filed past arrogantly.

It was as if what had just been kicked over was not an old man's livelihood, but a stone blocking his way.

Before long, the group turned the corner and disappeared at the end of the street.

The people on the street finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Just then, Su Mo's figure disappeared from the restaurant.

In the blink of an eye, he appeared on the street.

"Grandpa, are you alright?"

He squatted down and helped the old man pick up the vegetables that had rolled onto the ground.

The old man looked up and saw a distinguished young man helping him pick up his things. He quickly reached out his hand, his fingers trembling, to take the items.

"Young man, thank you, I'm fine."

Su Mo casually asked, "Who were those people just now? Why were you so afraid of them?"

Upon hearing this, the old man's expression changed instantly. He subconsciously looked around before lowering his voice and saying:

"Young man, you must be from out of town, right? Those people just now belong to the Zhao family of the City Lord's Mansion. The one in the lead is the young master of the Zhao family."

"The Zhao family?" Su Mo raised an eyebrow slightly.

The old man sighed deeply, his cloudy eyes filled with helplessness:

"Young man, you don't know this. Tianxing City is a border town of the Tiandou Empire. Even the empire can't govern this place. The Zhao family is the local tyrant here."

Su Mo asked calmly, "Oh? What did they do?"

The old man looked around again, leaned closer, and lowered his voice:

"The Zhao family has been running rampant in Tianxing City for decades, abducting women, oppressing the people, and doing all sorts of bad things."

Just recently, there was a blacksmith in the south of the city named Li Laosi. He had been blacksmithing all his life and was an honest and hardworking man.

He also has a daughter who is only fifteen years old and very beautiful.

The young master of the Zhao family wanted to take her as a concubine, but Li Laosi naturally refused, because none of the women who entered the city lord's mansion had a good ending.

As a result, that very night, the Zhao family sent men to break Li the blacksmith's legs and forcibly took his daughter into the city lord's mansion.

"And then?" Su Mo's eyes had turned cold.

Perhaps, the Zhao family should meet his requirements for divine examination.

Since he's run into this situation, we can only blame the Zhao family for their bad luck.

"And then?" The old man gave a bitter smile. "Li the blacksmith dragged his crippled body to demand an explanation, but he was beaten to death by the Zhao family's guards."

The girl stayed in the city lord's mansion for less than ten days before being thrown out, covered in injuries and even somewhat delirious.

After learning of her father's accident, she also committed suicide by drowning.

"Alas, this is only what has happened recently. Over the past few decades, the Zhao family has committed countless evil deeds."

The old man lowered his voice and cautioned, "Young man, I think you're a good person. Take my advice and don't stay in Tianxing City any longer. If you offend the Zhao family, the consequences will be unimaginable."

I've heard that the Zhao family has a Soul Emperor-level elder, who is the strongest person in Tianxing City.

It is precisely because of that Soul Emperor expert that every family in Tianxing City lives under the thumb of the Zhao family. If the Zhao family says one, no one dares to disagree.

Su Mo nodded calmly: "Thank you for informing me, sir."

After saying that, he walked towards the city lord's mansion.

Chapter 77 Bloodbath at the City Lord's Mansion

The Zhao family, the city lord's mansion, is located in the center of Tianxing City.

It is the most luxurious and largest family estate in the city.

The buildings are predominantly white.

The towering courtyard walls and the overlapping eaves and brackets exude wealth and grandeur.

On either side of the gate stood two rows of guards, about a dozen in number, each with a solemn expression; they were all soldiers from the city's defense forces.

They were dressed in standard silver armor and carried spears, the tips of which gleamed coldly in the sunlight.

At that moment, a tall, slender figure suddenly appeared in front of the main gate.

The person who arrived was none other than Su Mo.

The two outermost soldiers immediately gripped their spears, the tips pointing directly at Su Mo.

One of them shouted sternly:

"Halt! This is the City Lord's Mansion, no entry is permitted..."

However, he hadn't finished speaking.

Two streaks of blood-red sword energy shot out from Su Mo's fingertips with lightning speed.

The sword energy pierced through their armor in an instant, leaving two shocking bloody holes in their hearts.

The two stared wide-eyed, their pupils suddenly contracting, and looked down in disbelief.

His knees buckled, and he fell to the ground with a thud, lifeless.

The next moment, blood gushed from the wound, spreading across the bluestone slab, flowing along the cracks in the stone, and staining a large area red.

Upon seeing this, the other guards' expressions changed drastically. They were on high alert and gripped their spears, aiming them at Su Mo.

"Boy, you...you dare to cause trouble in the City Lord's Mansion! The City Lord will not let you get away with this!"

One of the guards roared, his voice trembling noticeably.

These people were just ordinary soldiers, not Soul Masters, and were more than capable of dealing with ordinary people.

But Su Mo was clearly a powerful Soul Master.

Fighting such a powerful figure would be tantamount to suicide for their small group.

Su Mo did not reply, but his body was filled with surging sword energy.

His clothes fluttered and rustled even though there was no wind.

The next instant, several sharp, blood-red sword energies shot out, precisely targeting the hearts of each guard.

The guards had no time to react before their hearts were pierced by the blood-red sword energy, and they fell to the ground one after another.

Immediately, Su Mo's soul power surged, and he raised his right palm, pushing it forward with a sudden thrust.

boom--!

The immense soul power crashed into the heavy door, instantly shattering it into pieces, raising clouds of dust, and causing the ground to tremble.

Su Mo calmly stepped over the ruins and into the square in the front yard.

Several servants who were working heard the noise and suddenly looked up.

When they saw the collapsed gate and the corpses lying haphazardly outside, they were so frightened that they dropped their tools on the ground.

"Murder...murder!" a servant cried out in alarm.

Immediately, they scrambled and crawled away into the depths.

Some people stumbled and fell to the ground, but they scrambled to their feet and continued running, their faces filled with terror.

Su Mo did not attack them.

Because they were all ordinary servants who were powerless to even kill a chicken.

Before long, the soldiers inside came running at the sound.

The footsteps were dense and heavy, and the clanging of armor clashing resounded.

There were over a hundred of them, a dense, dark mass, pouring into the square from various passageways.

They quickly dispersed, surrounding Su Mo in the center, with spears aimed at him from all directions.

The squad leader was clad in iron armor and had a long sword at his waist.

His gaze swept between Su Mo and the corpse outside the door, and his expression turned extremely ugly.

"Boy! Do you know where you are? How dare you cause trouble here?!"

He shouted coldly, his voice loud and clear, trying to intimidate Su Mo.

Su Mo did not answer.

Seeing this, the squad leader's face turned ashen.

He raised his hand and ordered sharply, "Take him down! Dead or alive!"