Sonic Attack, Su Mo's Sword Dao

The bald, burly man let out an enraged roar, and the fourth Spirit Ring beneath his feet suddenly lit up.

The Blood Bat phantom abruptly swelled several times larger, opened its gaping maw, and roared in Su Mo's direction!

Bzz—!!

Wave-like sonic blasts surged from the Blood Bat's mouth.

Wherever the sound waves passed, the air twisted violently.

Su Mo's expression changed drastically. He could not dodge this attack now!

Not only were the sound waves fast, but they also covered an enormous area.

He only had time to snap his Black Gold Sword Wings shut in front of him.

Boom—!!

An invisible force slammed viciously into Su Mo.

His blood and energy churned violently. Sweetness flooded his throat, and he spat out a mouthful of blood.

Like a kite with its string cut, he was blasted backward through the air and crashed heavily into ruins dozens of meters away.

"Cough, cough..."

Su Mo slowly pushed himself up and raised a hand to wipe the blood from the corner of his mouth.

If not for the dual defenses of the External Soul Bone and Asura Blood Armor, that strike would have seriously wounded him.

He gritted his teeth. The Black Gold Sword Wings on his back beat sharply, launching him from the ruins and back into the sky.

He looked utterly disheveled now, his clothes torn, hair scattered, and blood still staining the corner of his lips.

Not far away, Blood Bat Baldy frowned tightly. A Soul Elder had taken his fourth Soul Skill and suffered only light injuries?

"Fatty, there's something strange about this kid. Don't hold back. Attack together and end this quickly!" Blood Bat Baldy said darkly.

"Got it, Big Brother." Fatty moved at once, and the first Spirit Ring beneath his feet lit up.

At the corpses of the lanky man and the female Soul Ancestor nearby, blood that had yet to coagulate seemed to be drawn by an invisible force, turning into two streams that drifted toward the clay jar in his hand.

Fatty's first Soul Skill was called Blood Attraction. It could absorb nearby blood, and drinking it enhanced his strength. The stronger the blood's owner, the greater the enhancement.

Although Su Mo did not know the exact effect of this Soul Skill, he would never stand foolishly by and wait for an enemy to finish preparing, especially when the skill clearly required time.

Interrupting the cast directly was the best choice.

"Third Soul Skill, Asura Sword Prison."

Su Mo mobilized the Soul Power within his body, and the Third Spirit Ring beneath his feet lit up.

Several crimson lights gathered in the air, instantly condensing into dozens of small blood-red swords that howled toward Fatty.

The little swords stabbed into the ground around Fatty in an instant, trapping him in the center as a blood-red sword formation took shape.

Countless blood-red sword qi swept in from every direction, shredding toward Fatty.

Fatty was forced to interrupt his blood absorption.

He could only hurriedly drink the portion of blood he had already absorbed. Even so, the blood of two Spirit Masters was far more effective than that of ordinary villagers, and his aura surged instantly.

However, he simply could not defend against the dense sword qi.

The sword qi carved wound after wound across his body. Though none were deep, he discovered in horror that an eerie corrosive sensation spread from the injuries, even slowing the circulation of his Soul Power.

He did not dare delay any longer. He poured all his strength into the clay jar and smashed it fiercely against the sword formation's barrier.

Boom!

Ripples spread across the sword formation's barrier, but it remained completely undamaged.

A cage formed by a five-thousand-year Soul Skill was indeed not so easy for a Soul Ancestor to break.

Fatty gritted his teeth and smashed at it again and again.

Outside the sword formation, Blood Bat Baldy was already locked in battle with Su Mo.

Soul Power collided, and sword qi crisscrossed...

After dozens of exchanges.

Crack!

The sword formation below suddenly shattered.

The dark-red clay jar flew out of the formation and smashed toward Su Mo from behind.

Su Mo sensed the danger at his back and tried to dodge.

Yet in that instant of vulnerability, Blood Bat Baldy unleashed his fourth Soul Skill once again.

Wave-like sonic blasts erupted with a crash, flinging Su Mo away and smashing him hard against the clay jar behind him.

Pfft.

Su Mo spat out another mouthful of blood and fell stiffly to the ground.

Several Sword Feathers from his Black Gold Sword Wings had even been knocked loose, scattering across the ground.

With difficulty, he pushed himself up, planted the Asura Demon Sword against the ground, and clutched his agonizing chest.

His Soul Power had already been far inferior to those two, and he had continuously maintained an enhancement Soul Skill while clashing head-on with high-level Soul Ancestors.

Moreover, the higher age of his Soul Skills meant they consumed a tremendous amount of Soul Power whenever he used them.

By this point in the battle, less than twenty percent of his Soul Power remained.

This battle had let him see his own strength clearly. Ordinary low-level Soul Ancestors were no match for him.

Against a high-level Soul Ancestor one-on-one, he was confident he could fight.

But both opponents were high-level Soul Ancestors, and they were attacking him together.

Although he had honed his combat skills for a year and defeated many opponents,

those had all been training matches, not battles of life and death. Facing two Soul Ancestors working together was still somewhat difficult.

At that moment, Blood Bat Baldy landed not far in front of him, a vicious smile on his face.

"Kid, you're only a Soul Elder, yet you dared come looking for trouble with us. You really are a newborn calf unafraid of tigers."

Fatty held the dark-red clay jar in his hand. A little of Su Mo's blood stained its surface.

He stuck out his tongue and licked the remaining bloodstain, narrowing his eyes as an intoxicated expression appeared on his face.

"What delicious blood. Haha, if I refine your blood, I'll definitely rise several levels in a row."

Su Mo watched the two men draw closer step by step. Was he really going to lose like this? Had he no choice but to wait for Grandpa Golden Crocodile to act? He was unwilling to accept it.

His gaze swept over the dried corpses scattered everywhere, then over the women and children beneath the old locust tree across from him.

They were staring straight at him now.

Pair after pair of eyes met his in the air.

There was fear, despair, and hope.

Yet those two Fallen Soul Masters

were laughing now, their laughter echoing through the night sky.

As though murder and arson, massacring an entire village, and cultivating with living people were nothing more than ordinary matters.

Their laughter was harsh, vicious, and revolting.

Su Mo's hand around his sword trembled slightly.

A fury unlike anything he had ever felt surged up from the deepest part of his heart.

He suddenly lowered his head and slowly closed his eyes.

He had once believed that his sword dao was slaughter, killing every enemy.

But now, he suddenly understood.

His Martial Soul was the Asura Demon Sword. His sword dao was not merely simple killing—it was also judgment upon evil and a sentence upon demons.

Bzz—

The Asura Demon Sword in Su Mo's hand trembled softly. He felt a resonance rising from the depths of his soul.

The demonic patterns on the blade also began to glow slowly.

At first, they were only faintly illuminated.

But soon, the light grew brighter and brighter, more and more blazing.

With a crack, several fine fissures split across the ground, spreading in all directions from the sword tip.

The rubble around him rose slowly into the air without any wind.

A faint blood-red mist began to spread from around Su Mo.

"Th-This... what is happening?!"

Blood Bat Baldy and Fatty abruptly stopped, watching their surroundings warily.

They felt an icy chill, as if they had fallen into an ice cellar!