Douluo: Martial Soul Asura Sword, Supreme Killing God

A flash of sword light, a splatter of blood, and screams echoed throughout the street.

In the blink of an eye, hundreds of people outside the city lord's mansion had all died, and blood flowed like a river.

After killing these people, Su Mo's progress in the divine test advanced significantly.

However, although he killed hundreds of people, not every one of them was counted in the assessment.

Most of those soldiers were just ordinary people who were usually arrogant and domineering, just trying to make a living with the Zhao family. They were not particularly wicked or evil, so they were not included.

Those who are truly included in the progress of the divine examination are mostly members of the Zhao family.

At this moment, Su Mo withdrew his sword domain, and the crimson sky vanished without a trace.

People in the distance, whose doors were tightly shut, cautiously pushed open their doors and peered out.

When they saw the figure in mid-air and then the corpses scattered all over the ground in front of the city lord's mansion, they all showed expressions of disbelief.

How could such a powerful family as the Zhao family be wiped out by a young man?

At that moment, someone stepped forward and knelt down first.

Immediately afterwards, the dark mass of people bowed down like waves of wheat in the wind, one after another kneeling down.

"Heaven has eyes! Heaven has eyes!"

"My child was killed by that beast Zhao family. It's been three years, and finally someone has avenged her!" An elderly woman with white hair knelt on the ground, tears streaming down her face. "Thank you, sir! Thank you, sir!"

At this moment, Su Mo landed in the street.

"Everyone, please rise."

As he spoke, he took out more than a dozen boxes from his soul tool.

“The Zhao family has been running rampant for years, and every penny here is stained with your blood and sweat.”

"This should belong to you. Line up and come forward one by one to receive it."

Su Mo only took out a small portion; it wasn't because he coveted the mountain of wealth.

He knew all too well that for an ordinary person, getting rich overnight was not a good thing.

This money is enough to improve the livelihoods of these people.

Chapter 80 Your Highness, the Blue Silver Emperor Ah Yin

As time went by, the news spread like wildfire throughout the streets and alleys of Tianxing City.

More and more people are flocking in from all directions.

At first there were only a few dozen people, but later the number grew to several hundred.

In the end, the entire main street was packed with people.

Among the crowd were elderly people with white hair, supported by their children and grandchildren; women holding children; and beggars in tattered clothes.

Some were crying, some were laughing, and many more were constantly asking others to confirm the veracity of the news.

Just then, a group of people dressed in the uniforms of the Spirit Hall suddenly walked over from a distance.

The leader was an elderly man over fifty years old with a thin face.

The old man was the hall master of the Tianxing City Martial Soul Branch Hall, and he was followed by several deacons.

At this moment, the branch hall master frowned, walked quickly, and looked solemn.

He rushed over after receiving news of the Zhao family's massacre.

It wasn't that he was worried about the Zhao family's life or death.

The Zhao family was wary of the Spirit Hall and dared not do anything to the Spirit Hall branch.

However, Tianxing City was too remote, and the Hall Master of the Martial Soul Branch Hall was only a Soul Emperor. He was hesitant because the Zhao family were officials of the Heaven Dou Empire and he was wary of their family's strength.

Therefore, the two sides kept to themselves and maintained a delicate balance.

What made the branch hall master's expression solemn was something else entirely.

To be able to single-handedly slaughter the entire Zhao family, even wiping out Elder Chen, a level 69 Soul Emperor, the person who made the move must be at least a Soul Saint.

Moreover, that person killed hundreds of people with a single move.

As the head of the Spirit Hall branch, he could not stand idly by while Spirit Masters were massacring people in the city.

Although he knew very well that his strength was probably inferior to that of his opponent.

But no matter what, he had to come and investigate.

"The Soul Master from the Spirit Hall has arrived!"

The people recognized them and made way for them.

Soon, the branch hall master walked through the crowd and his pupils suddenly contracted when he saw Su Mo's figure.

Su Mo is too young.

He looked no more than twenty years old, with a cool and aloof expression and an otherworldly air.

Although his white clothes were mostly soaked in blood, he showed no signs of being disheveled.

What alarmed the branch hall master the most was that Su Mo's aura was as calm as still water, with his sharpness concealed.

Such a young man is definitely the chosen one of some powerful force.

The branch hall master took a deep breath, strode forward, and stopped a few meters in front of Su Mo. He bowed respectfully, his voice neither humble nor arrogant:

"I am the Hall Master of the Martial Soul Branch Hall of Tianxing City. May I ask who you are...?"

Upon hearing this, the surrounding crowd immediately fell silent, and all eyes were focused on Su Mo.

Su Mo stood with his hands behind his back, glanced at the branch hall master indifferently, said nothing, and simply flipped his hand.

A token appeared in his palm; it was the Holy Son's Token.

The branch hall master's gaze fell on the token, and his expression changed drastically.

The next moment, he straightened his clothes, knelt on one knee, and respectfully said:

"Your subordinate greets Your Highness! I was unaware of Your Highness's arrival and have offended you greatly. Please forgive me!"

The dozen or so deacons behind him were taken aback for a moment, then knelt down in unison.

"Greetings, Your Highness!"

The surrounding crowd immediately erupted in uproar.

"What? His Highness the Holy Son? Our benefactor is actually the Holy Son of the Spirit Hall?"

The Spirit Hall's reputation on the continent was renowned even in a small border town like Tianxing City.

The Holy Son of the Spirit Hall is a very important figure.

Such an important figure actually came to their small town in person to rid them of the Zhao family, this cancerous tumor.

The people knelt down again, their voices even more devout and fervent than before.

"Greetings, Your Highness!"

"Get up, everyone." Su Mo's voice wasn't loud, but it clearly reached everyone's ears.

At this moment, the branch hall master spoke up: "Your Highness, I deeply admire your act of ridding the people of this scourge, but the Zhao family is a noble family of the Heavenly Dou Empire, and I am worried..."

"It's alright, he's just a small city lord in a remote area," Su Mo said calmly. "So what if the Heaven Dou Empire knows? Do you think they'd dare to do anything to the Spirit Hall?"

Upon hearing this, the branch hall master's expression relaxed: "What Your Highness says is absolutely right."

"Leave the matters here to me; you may rest for now."

Su Mo nodded slightly.

The branch hall master immediately turned around and instructed the stewards behind him:

"What are you all standing there for? Someone come and distribute the money, and the rest of you maintain order. Make sure they line up properly and don't make a mess."

The deacons responded in unison and quickly dispersed.

Soon, the people of the city began to receive their money again.

At this moment, a thin boy received a few gold soul coins, carefully held them in his palm, and looked up at the woman beside him:

"Mom, can we have meat tonight?"

The woman's eyes reddened, and she hugged the child tightly, her voice choked with emotion:

"Yes...yes...it's all thanks to His Highness the Holy Son."

Such scenes are constantly playing out among the crowds.

Almost everyone who received the money was extremely grateful to Su Mo.

……

At the back of the crowd stood a woman who seemed to have no intention of coming forward to collect the money.

The woman had a graceful figure, with long, smooth blue hair that reached her waist and swayed gently in the breeze.

At this moment, her gaze was passing through the crowd and landing on Su Mo.

"The Holy Son of the Spirit Hall..." she murmured softly, "He's quite an interesting person."

In her mind, whether human powerhouses or soul beast powerhouses, they were mostly high and mighty beings.

But Su Mo, far away, slaughtered a noble family that had been entrenched in this place for decades, all for the sake of ordinary people he didn't know.

He wasn't doing it for his own benefit, nor for power.

It was simply about seeking justice for those people who had been oppressed for so long.

This was the first time she had ever met someone like this.

Moreover, that person looked far too young, yet possessed such formidable strength.

In the blink of an eye, hundreds of people were slaughtered.

Just then, Su Mo, who was at the very front, seemed to sense something.

His gaze pierced through the crowd and met the woman's eyes.