Invincible Starting From the Nine Dragons Technique

Lei Xing and Elder Wen were bewildered.

'Someone's coming?'

'How come we didn't sense anything?'

Su Mo nodded. "Yes. He's over eight hundred li away, and he carries a potent killing intent. It seems his strength is considerable."

At his words, the two of them froze, dumbfounded.

'Eight hundred li away…'

'He can sense someone from that far away? And he can even perceive their specific level of strength and the dense killing intent they're carrying?'

'Damn it!'

'That's just freakish.'

Immediately after, the two of them relaxed.

This person's arrival was perfectly timed. It would help divert Su Mo's attention, preventing him from keeping his focus on them.

"Hahaha, the aura of a Divine Beast really is here."

About fifteen minutes later, a wild laugh echoed from the distance, reaching everyone's ears.

Lei Xing and Elder Wen simultaneously turned to look toward the newcomer.

They were both curious. Just who was this blind fool who dared to come and cause trouble here?

'Are they looking to die?'

Soon, an old man in hemp clothes appeared before them. He had white hair and a white beard, with gaunt cheeks and the air of an immortal sage.

"What a terrifying aura. This person must be at the Martial Emperor Level."

"Not just any Martial Emperor!"

"Our Sect Leader is a Martial Emperor, but his aura is nowhere near as terrifying as this old man's. This person is at least an expert at the Late Stage of the Martial Emperor realm."

"Hiss… No wonder he's so terrifying."

Sensing the terrifying aura emanating from the hemp-clothed old man, everyone from the Giant Sword Sect drew in a sharp breath and stared intently at him.

A thousand meters away, the Hall Master of the Celestial Slaughter Hall, an old man in black, led several black-robed Martial Artists. They were blended into the void, staring toward Qingyang City with smiles on their faces.

At this moment, their faces were all alight with excitement.

A middle-aged man in black asked, "Hall Master, with this person's strength, he should be more than enough to take care of Su Mo, right?"

"It's possible!"

The old man in black nodded.

Then, he added, "However, I would prefer it to be a draw."

"A draw?"

The middle-aged man in black was confused.

The old man in black said sinisterly, "Compared to letting the hemp-clothed old man do it, I'd much rather kill Su Mo myself and grind him under my heel."

Su Mo had annihilated the Celestial Slaughter Hall's branches in the Eighteen Kingdoms, destroying more than half of their foundation.

That was the fruit of half his life's work.

Moreover, because of Su Mo's actions, their Celestial Slaughter Hall could now only operate in the shadows, and their losses were immense.

With all this accumulated hatred, he wanted to personally tear Su Mo limb from limb.

The middle-aged man in black shook his head. "Hall Master, this subordinate understands your desire to kill Su Mo with your own hands. I feel the same way—I also want to tear him to shreds. But I'm afraid that wish cannot be fulfilled."

In his opinion, there was no way Su Mo could fight the hemp-clothed old man to a draw and survive.

After all, the hemp-clothed old man was a Late Stage Martial Emperor.

Unless the hemp-clothed old man held back.

But when facing a Demon Level existence like Su Mo, anyone with half a brain wouldn't hold back. Otherwise, the future consequences would be endless.

"Sigh…"

The old man in black sighed. "I know it's impossible, but I just can't accept it."

He wanted to torture Su Mo, to kill all of his clansmen right in front of him.

He wanted to make Su Mo die in despair.

Then, he would subject him to death by a thousand cuts, extract and refine his Divine Soul, and use Su Mo's head to strike fear into the Northern Profound Domain.

"Hmph."

The middle-aged man in black snorted coldly. "Let's just hope that brat Su Mo can last a few more moves and die a slow death. That way, we can watch to our hearts' content and vent some of this hatred."

「Outside Qingyang City.」

Su Mo asked indifferently, "And you are...?"

The hemp-clothed old man said impatiently, "Brat, cut the pleasantries. You're not worthy of knowing my name."

"Is that so?"

Su Mo smiled faintly, not getting angry.

Because he was so young, he was often looked down upon by older experts who thought he was a soft target.

In the past, he would have definitely argued with them for a bit.

Now, he was used to it.

'A soft target, is it? So be it. It's my own fault for being so monstrously talented.'

The hemp-clothed old man stood with his hands behind his back and said arrogantly, "Brat, I have no wish to harm the innocent. I advise you to scram immediately. I'm going to slaughter that Black Loach behind you and take its beast core."

"You're the fucking Black Loach."

The Ink Flood Dragon, filled with rage, raised its Wolf Fang Club and was about to charge out to fight the hemp-clothed old man.

However, Su Mo stopped the Ink Flood Dragon.

"And what if I don't scram?"

Su Mo asked the old man with a faint smile.

"You won't scram?"

The hemp-clothed old man was completely astonished.

'Shouldn't any normal person run as fast as they can in this situation?'

'But this brat right here isn't running.'

The hemp-clothed old man said coldly, "If you don't scram, then I'll slaughter you along with it, tear you to pieces, and then kill your clansmen."

It was clear that the hemp-clothed old man was getting angry.

A mere upstart brat was actually obstructing him. This was a complete show of disrespect.

'What nerve!'

Hearing this, Su Mo's expression turned completely cold.

'This old dog… wanting to kill me and the Ink Flood Dragon is one thing, but he even wants to kill my clansmen.'

"All of you, fall back!"

Su Mo said, turning to Lei Xing, Elder Wen, and the others.

"Yes!"

The two men's hearts jolted, and they obediently led the eight hundred elite disciples of the Giant Sword Sect to retreat.

A battle of this level was not something they could interfere in.

If they didn't stand far enough away and were caught in the shockwaves of the fight between Su Mo and the hemp-clothed old man, it would be a complete disaster.

"Elder Lei, who do you think will win this fight?"

one of the Brocade-clothed Disciples asked.

Lei Xing glanced at Su Mo, then at the hemp-clothed old man, and shook his head. "It's hard to say. Both of them are monstrously strong."

"They will most likely be evenly matched."

Elder Wen, who was standing beside him, conjectured.

Su Mo was comparable to the Sword God of this era, while the hemp-clothed old man was a Late Stage Martial Emperor. If they fought, they could probably demolish all of Qingyang City.

The Brocade-clothed Disciple's face was filled with disbelief.

According to Elder Wen and Lei Xing, didn't that mean Su Mo possessed a combat strength comparable to a Late Stage Martial Emperor?

'That's just too monstrous.'

Seeing Su Mo tell the others to fall back, the hemp-clothed old man asked in surprise, "From the looks of it, you want to fight me?"

"And why not?"

Su Mo asked coldly.

The hemp-clothed old man said scornfully, "You can try, but I'm afraid you'll die too quickly. You won't even be able to withstand my pressure."

BOOM!

As he spoke, the hemp-clothed old man's body trembled slightly, releasing the terrifying pressure of a Late Stage Martial Emperor.

It was also laced with a vast killing intent.

The immense pressure was like Mount Tai crashing down from the heavens, smashing viciously toward Su Mo.

At that moment, everyone was shaken.

"So this is the pressure of a Late Stage Martial Emperor... It's terrifying! I feel like my Divine Soul is about to be crushed."

"Get back further!"

"It's too terrifying! If Elder Su hadn't told us to move back beforehand, we'd be dead by now."

Feeling the terrifying pressure erupt from the hemp-clothed old man, everyone retreated further back, all the way to the city's watchtower.

BOOM!

The pressure slammed viciously into the watchtower, and an Array immediately lit up, blocking the force.

Only then did everyone let out a sigh of relief before turning their gazes to Su Mo.

However, Su Mo, standing at the center of the pressure, remained completely motionless. Instead, he looked at the hemp-clothed old man with a strange expression. "The pressure of a Late Stage Martial Emperor... Is this it?"

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