Rainy Night, Hammer in Hand, No Sword

"The Hidden Dragon Ranking?"

This was a relatively unfamiliar term for Li Mo.

"That's the list that records the young geniuses of the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths."

Luo Yao found it strange that this young man's knowledge seemed to fluctuate so much. He knew so many people in the martial arts world, yet he didn't know what the Hidden Dragon Ranking was.

"The list includes one hundred talented martial artists under the age of thirty who are below the Inner Scene Realm."

She paused, as if recalling something:

"Within your sect, Yin Huacheng seems to have been ranked last, around 100th."

You have a pretty good memory, don't you?

Realizing what was going on, Li Mo silently buried himself in his work and decided to change his nickname to something less childish when he had time.

Gradually, it got dark.

He had almost finished recording everything, but he still hadn't seen Han Zhen.

The banquet inside the hall had just begun.

"In this Blood Phoenix Secret Realm, only Brother Yin Hua was somewhat worthy of attention."

Bai Jinghong was proud and arrogant, but since Clear Abyss Sect was the local power in Purple Sun Prefecture and Yin Huacheng had been on the Hidden Dragon Ranking, he reluctantly offered a less-than-polite remark.

But Yin Huacheng was not a swordsman after all; he was more interested in Ying Bing.

"I've heard that your junior sister is quite skilled in swordsmanship?"

"I am far inferior to Young Master Bai."

Yin Huacheng lowered his eyes, drank his wine, and called out to those below:

"Ying Bing, Young Hero Bai also possesses Mystic Artifact. Why don't you represent our Clear Abyss Sect and have a friendly sword duel?"

Well, typical case of forgetting the pain once the wound has healed.

Would Ying Bing even acknowledge him?

Ice Block dipped her jade-like fingers in water and drew something on the table.

Yes, that's the shape of the popsicles I'm going to make tonight.

Making popsicles counts as cooking, right?

Bai Jinghong smiled enigmatically and said, "Brother Yin Hua, you don't seem to have much prestige among your fellow disciples."

"Hehe..."

Yin Huacheng, unable to save face, could only manage a forced reply:

"Ying Bing is aloof and focused on cultivation and swordsmanship, treating everyone the same."

Isn't this just a coincidence?

Little Li happened to come back, took Ying Bing's teacup, and gulped down two mouthfuls.

After he finished drinking, Ying Bing, as if she were already used to it, naturally refilled his water.

"Your popsicle shape is so weird, it's hard to lick."

Li Mo withdrew his gaze from the stage and said:

"I'll come to the banquet later; I need to go home first."

"Okay, I'll wait for you."

Ying Bing and Li Mo will have sword practice tonight.

She knew Li Mo wasn't going home.

Instead, they are waiting for the right person.

Unfortunately, the weather turned bad, and a torrential downpour began outside.

Li Mo placed the Crimson Firmament Sword with Ying Bing, then turned and stepped into the wind and rain.

Watching the boy leave.

Bai Jinghong smiled faintly, holding her wine glass with a playful expression, and her gaze towards Yin Huacheng even carried a hint of pity.

Excuse me.

Yin Huacheng, however, remained unperturbed by either honor or disgrace.

He felt...

There's no need to get angry over a dead person.

The elders went to their meeting, Li Mo hadn't brought his weapons yet.

The village is a melting pot of people from all over the world.

Even with such perfect weather, it was a rainy night with torrential downpour.

The right time, the right place, and the right people.

He apologized, stepped out the door, found a secluded corner, changed into a straw hat and raincoat, underneath which were black clothes and a black robe, and even put on a human skin mask.

After making all the preparations, he too stepped into the rain.

Click--

A thunderclap flashed across the sky, illuminating the vast expanse of heaven and earth, turning the green hills and clear waters a ghastly white.

The sound of rain was so loud that it drowned out Yin Huacheng's breathing and heartbeat.

Water droplets fell onto his few exposed skin points, but couldn't stick to them at all, as if a slippery layer blocked them.

He moved silently through the woods beside the official road, his body twisting like a nimble snake whenever he encountered an obstacle, his movements swift and unpredictable.

A pair of vertical pupils were fixed on the back of the boy in front of her.

That's far enough.

He was aiming for a fatal blow.

But at that moment, the boy in front of him turned around and looked in his direction.

As their eyes met, Yin Huacheng's heart skipped a beat.

It's too peaceful.

The boy showed no fear; in fact, he seemed relieved.

"Senior Brother Yin Hua, it's fortunate you're easily angered."

"Otherwise, I probably wouldn't have been able to wait for you today."

Li Mo spoke softly.

"You're waiting for me?"

Yin Huacheng's body began to undergo uncontrollable mutations. His neck suddenly rose, scales pierced his skin, and his eyes turned into cold snake pupils.

"Here, no one answers our cries for help."

"I'll kill you, destroy the evidence, and then leave behind only a Swallow Before the Hall of the Drizzle Pavilion."

"When you die at the hands of the Drizzle Pavilion, who will know it was me?"

It's unclear whether he was threatening or trying to convince himself.

What a coincidence!

A strangely shaped hammer fell into his palm.

Li, carrying a hammer but no sword on a rainy night; Mo.

"That's what I thought at first too."

"Die!"

Yin Huacheng struck first; his body trembled violently, as if a hundred beasts were roaring within him.

Li Mo seemed to hear a hissing sound.

Is it a snake? Or a dragon?

The aura was like that of a prehistoric beast, a chilling pressure emanating purely from its powerful physique, rather than any Divine Charm.

But...

Click--

A thunderclap resounded, and a grotesque lightning bolt left its mark on the night sky, causing the world to lose its color in an instant.

There was a sound, very loud.

Even the thunder that had just roared couldn't be concealed.

Hammer?

As the hammer fell.

Yin Huacheng wanted to roar, but found that he couldn't make a sound.

The raindrops suddenly froze and were then swept back into the sky, creating a brief vacuum.

This hammer blow.

With his Profound Pill shattered and his Internal Breath destroyed, Yin Huacheng had harmed countless people. Even the beast body he had refined was now nothing more than mud.

He was smashed into the ground, his bones shattered.

"Sigh, you hit so hard, what can I say to you?"

Qian Bufan emerged from behind the rain, accompanied by Xue Jing.

Elder Xue looked wistful and sighed:

"At least they survived."

With a stomp of his foot, Yin Huacheng was thrown back.

He was in a wretched state, barely recognizable as a human being, for his flesh and blood seemed to have developed their own consciousness and were turning against him.

"Why did Yin Hua... do this to himself?"

Qian Bufan sighed heavily.

Given Yin Huacheng's actions, it's impossible that Yin Huaxuan was completely unaware.

This only suggests that this elder of the Rare Beast Peak may be the source of the Hundred Beast Blood Refining.

"Back then on Clear Abyss, Shang Wu's recklessness almost led her to uncover the truth."

Xue Jing frowned.

Yin Huacheng's body was already on the verge of collapse.

Using healing medicine will only exacerbate the backlash from the wounded flesh.

"The Sect Master is already aware of this matter."

"Xiao Mo, just pretend nothing happened. We will handle Yin Huaxuan's matter ourselves."

Xue Jing pondered for a moment.

The Demon Summoning Cult is mysterious and may have methods they are unaware of for transmitting messages.

"Give him a taste of pain..."

"Okay."

Bang--

That's fast.

Xue Jing and Qian Bufan watched as the boy put away the hammer, and fell silent for a moment.

You never intended for Yin Huacheng to live, did you?

They were all thinking.

It's possible that Clear Abyss Sect didn't produce Shang Wu No. 2.

Rather, it is a case of the student surpassing the teacher.

Fortunately, Li Mo has always been good to his own people...

Dongli Manor.

During the banquet.

Bai Jinghong suddenly stood up, exchanged a glance with the old man beside him, and, supporting himself on his sword, said:

"Everyone, this Blood Phoenix Secret Realm is extremely dangerous."

"My Cloud-Crossing Sword City is filled with compassion, and we do not wish for anyone to lose their lives in vain."

"If anyone can't withstand three of my moves, then there's no point in risking their life to enter this secret realm."

He spoke calmly.

The content was fairly polite, but the tone essentially conveyed the following:

Everyone here is trash.

'What kind of class do you think you are, trying to steal my fortuitous opportunity?'

Don't say it.

Bai Jinghong's gaze was like a sword, sharply sweeping across the area below, and most people really didn't dare to meet his eyes.

Of course, there are a few exceptions.

Tie Qi's gaze was intense and unwavering.

Luo Yu frowned. "You've already shown off to me. What am I supposed to show off for?"

Certainly.

There were also Ice Block.

She's still drawing ice cream.