Chu Mo chuckled, his body flashed, as he bypassed the two disciples of Heavenly Sword Mountain, vanishing in front of them.

"Where is he?"

"Why is he gone?"

"Did we hallucinate?"

"How could that be? I saw him clearly just now!"

The two poor disciples from the Heavenly Sword Sect, with stupefied expressions, looked around, utterly nonplussed.

They glanced at each other and saw shock in each other's eyes. Simultaneously, they exclaimed, "Did we just see a ghost?" Their entire bodies shivered, their faces turned pale..

However, they immediately heard an earth-shattering roar from the direction of the sect.

"This voice... doesn't it sound like our Master?" one disciple remarked.

"I also think... it sounds like our Master!" the other replied.

"What should we do now?

"What can we do? Just stay here! Damn, didn't you see that he did not even bother to kill us? What do you think you can do? Are you eager to march to your death?" The disciple who spoke was slightly older, and by now, if he did not understand that the man in front of him was seeking revenge, he would be unutterably foolish!

Meanwhile, on the Heavenly Sword Mountain, Chu Mo was engaging in a fight with several individuals.

The master of the Heavenly Sword Sect glared at Chu Mo, fuming, "You little beast, we've been searching for you for two whole years and you dare to walk right into our doorstep!"

Several elders from the Heavenly Sword Sect also surrounded the area, although they were bewildered that Chu Mo was audacious enough to come to the headquarters of the sect, now that he was here, there was no chance he was leaving!

Chu Mo did not bother to exchange pleasantries with them. He glared coldly at the Sect Master and a couple familiar-looking elders. These were the people who had ambushed him in Yanhuang City and severely injured him.

"Since I'm here today, it is to take your heads!" Chu Mo said as he raised a hand towards the Sect Master. A flash of light shot towards him.

Phew!

The Sect Master didn't even have a chance to utter another word and was pierced between the eyes by the flash of light.

Thud! The body of the sect master fell to the ground, his eyes wide open. It was as if he couldn't believe that a powerful man like him had died so quickly.

The other elders were all terrified, horrified. One of them, recognizing the flash of light, couldn't help but shout out in surprise. "It was Patriarch Yin Ming's sword! How did it end up in your hand... You little beast, what have you done to Patriarch Yin Ming?"

The other elderly people were all scared stiff, chilly to the core!

What happened to Patriarch Yin Ming?

Do we even need to ask?

If he were still alive, how could his beloved weapon be in the hands of his enemy?

"Kill him!" One of the elders roared in a frenzy.

Phew!

The small sword pierced directly through the elder's throat.

Clang!

The long sword of the second elder dropped to the ground.

A young man in the crowd watched this scene in shock. In his astonished eyes was a deep disbelief!

"Isn't this the young man I met on the prairie?"

"Is this Chu Mo? In just two to three years' time... how could he rise to this level?"

This young man was Leng Qiuming!

Whilst Leng Qiuming was still in shock, the third elder had already been killed by Chu Mo.

So far, Chu Mo had not even revealed his weapon...

Leng Qiuming shuddered, and then, he turned and left.

The Heavenly Sword Sect is finished!

Even Patriarch Yin Ming had died in his hands, who in the Heavenly Sword Sect could stop him?

Those legendary elders who might already be dead?

Don't be ridiculous, those elders could be dead or alive, no one knew. Perhaps they were already dead.

Leng Qiuming is a very clever young man with high talent and quick wits. He has a high reputation in Heavenly Sword Sect, but at this moment, he is completely terrified.

The others did not notice Leng Qiuming's departure. In fact, almost all of the disciples in the Heavenly Sword Sect were terrified with legs trembling, bodies quivering. They had almost lost the courage to escape.

The elders, who were like gods in their eyes on normal days, appeared insignificant, like ants in front of the young man. In the blink of an eye, they had all died.

No one from the Sect Master to the elders could hold against Chu Mo for even an instance.

In less than the time it takes to burn an incense stick, all of them died under the small sword that Patriarch Yin Ming loved the most.

Chu Mo took a deep breath, looking around at everyone. All the disciples of the Heavenly Sword Sect, where his gaze landed, lowered their heads, not daring to meet his eyes!

Moreover, quite a few with lower cultivation had weak legs, they fell to their knees on the spot, trembling all over, begging for mercy.

"Don't kill me..."

"We have nothing to do with it, don't kill us..."

"We're just ordinary disciples...plead don't kill us!"

Chu Mo ignored these people and began searching through the crowd, but he didn't see Leng Qiuming anywhere. He secretly thought to himself: It's your luck that you weren't here, otherwise... even if I don't kill you, I would at least have crippled you.

At this moment, a voice full of rage suddenly came from a distance: "Who dares to commit such a massacre in my Heavenly Sword Sect? I will tear you to a thousand pieces!"

Then, a figure, like a ray of light, rushed at high speed towards this side. The whole person was like a shooting star.

A precursor!

Another one!

No wonder Xia Jing said that the Heavenly Sword Sect was not easy to deal with, their strength was indeed profound.

Chu Mo coldly watched as the figure rapidly approached. When the figure flew over Chu Mo, Chu Mo suddenly leapt up and... took a vicious kick at that man.

"Get out of here!"

Boom!

The man was instantly kicked!

The two feet... collided!

A loud noise shook the sky, like a thunder shock.

Many of the disciples of the Heavenly Sword Sect below had blood oozing from their seven orifices.

Then the figure, just like when it arrived, was brutally kicked back by Chu Mo, uttering a cry of extreme agony on the way.

One of his leg bones... was completely shattered!

"Who else?" Chu Mo's voice echoed through the Heavenly Sword Sect's skies, his cold eyes sweeping in all directions.

Elsewhere in the Heavenly Sword Sect, deep within a mountain, a white-haired old man sat serenely undisturbed. Everything happening outside seemed to have nothing to do with him.

Even the death of the sect master and several elders, and the crippling of a Precursor Elder had not moved him an inch.

But when Chu Mo shouted, the old man's eyes suddenly opened, showing two incredibly sharp glows. However, this glow was fleeting.

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