Asura Sword Intent, Returning to Spirit Hall

Su Mo suddenly opened his eyes. His once pitch-black pupils had turned scarlet.

His aura abruptly surged. This was not a breakthrough in Soul Power Level, but a transformation from the inside out.

At that moment, he radiated a suffocating chill, like a god of slaughter emerging from the netherworld.

Centered on him, the air temperature within a thirty-meter radius plummeted, while an incomparably intense killing aura swept outward like a tidal wave.

"Asura Sword Intent!"

Su Mo raised his right hand, and the Asura Demon Sword in his grasp began to tremble.

In that instant, the heavens and earth changed color. The surrounding crimson mist surged together wildly, becoming so dense it was nearly tangible.

Three meters above Su Mo's head, blood-colored mist churned and gathered, instantly condensing into an Asura Demon Sword several times larger, its tip pointed directly at the night sky.

"Not good! Defend with everything you have!"

The bald, burly man's expression changed drastically as he roared hoarsely, his voice filled with unprecedented terror.

He did not dare hold anything back. Soul Power surged frantically through his body, forming a blood-colored shield around him.

The fat man beside him also fought desperately. He bit through his tongue and spat a mouthful of blood onto the ceramic jar in his hand.

The dark-red jar instantly expanded. A strange blood glow appeared across its surface as it floated before him, turning into a defensive barrier.

"Asura Slash!"

Su Mo's gaze was icy, without the slightest ripple of emotion. As his words fell, the giant sword came crashing down.

Before the blade even arrived, its terrifying sword force had already descended first.

The blood-colored shield before the bald man and the fat man's jar began to shake violently while the giant sword was still a meter away, their surfaces rapidly filling with dense cracks.

"Block it for me!!"

The bald man saw the approaching blade reflected in his pupils. Veins bulged across his forehead as he gritted his teeth and snarled.

Boom!!!

The Asura Demon Sword crashed down upon the blood-colored shield and ceramic jar.

In just an instant, their defenses shattered like paper.

The bald man and the fat man were sent flying, smashing heavily into the ground in the distance.

Neither died on the spot, but both were already clinging to life.

Each of them bore a savage wound, dark-red energy clinging to it and continuously eroding their bodies.

Without treatment, they likely would not last even half an hour before their lives were extinguished.

By then, Su Mo's Soul Power had been completely drained.

The Asura Demon Sword Martial Soul in his hand slowly faded away, and the chilling crimson mist around him vanished with it.

The scarlet in his eyes receded, returning to their original clarity. An overwhelming sense of weakness struck him, darkness filled his vision, and his body pitched forward uncontrollably.

In the final instant before he lost consciousness, he saw a burly figure suddenly appear and catch him steadily.

"Xiao Mo!"

Golden Crocodile Douluo caught Su Mo and hurriedly examined his injuries.

Only after confirming that his life was not in danger did the tension in his heart ease slightly.

In truth, Golden Crocodile Douluo had been prepared to intervene when Su Mo's Soul Power was about to run dry.

However, just as he was about to move, Su Mo's aura suddenly surged, so he stopped.

Holding Su Mo, Golden Crocodile Douluo swept his gaze over the two half-dead Fallen Soul Masters on the ground. A ruthless glint flashed in his eyes as he struck out with his palm from afar.

The two instantly turned into pulp, completely erased from this world.

At that moment, several surviving villagers staggered over. They fell to their knees before Golden Crocodile Douluo, kowtowing as they cried out.

"Thank you, Lords Soul Master, for saving us! Thank you, benefactors..."

"Get up. The Martial Soul Branch Hall personnel from a nearby city will handle the aftermath here."

After speaking, Golden Crocodile Douluo soared into the air, transforming into a streak of golden light that vanished into the vast night sky in an instant.

The survivors gazed up at the night sky and did not rise for a long while.

The next morning.

Spirit City, Su Mo's room.

Morning sunlight spilled into the room.

As his consciousness gradually returned, Su Mo slowly opened his eyes.

The familiar decorations on the ceiling came into view, and his heart settled. He knew that he had returned to Spirit City.

He rubbed his slightly throbbing head and slowly sat up.

After carefully sensing his condition, he found that someone had likely treated his injuries. There was nothing seriously wrong with him now, though his entire body still ached.

Just then, a series of hurried footsteps sounded outside the door.

Immediately afterward, the door was pushed open, and four figures filed in.

The one at the front was none other than Grand Elder Qian Daoliu. Golden Crocodile Douluo followed behind him, with Pope Qian Xunji and Bibi Dong behind them.

Seeing everyone arrive, Su Mo hurriedly tried to rise and greet them.

"Xiao Mo, there is no need for formalities. You still need to recover properly."

Qian Daoliu smiled kindly and pressed down with a raised hand. A gentle force pushed Su Mo back onto the bed.

The night before, Golden Crocodile Douluo had already told him everything that had happened.

When he heard that Su Mo had comprehended his own Sword Intent at the brink of life and death, even he could not conceal the shock in his eyes.

Sword Intent was a realm that many Spirit Masters with sword Martial Souls could never reach even after exhausting their entire lives.

Yet Su Mo had crossed that threshold after only a year, through a life-or-death battle and an epiphany in desperate circumstances.

"Yes, Grandpa Qian." Su Mo nodded.

At that moment, Bibi Dong hurried to the bedside from behind them.

Her eyes were red as she tightly grasped Su Mo's hand, looking him over from head to toe with a face full of worry and lingering fear.

"Junior Brother, are you all right? Do you feel uncomfortable anywhere?"

"Senior Sister, I'm fine." Su Mo shook his head and squeezed her hand reassuringly.

"Xiao Mo." Qian Xunji spoke from the side, his tone carrying a trace of reproach. "You were far too reckless.

There were four Fallen Soul Masters whose Soul Power far surpassed yours, yet you actually dared to fight them alone?

What would you have done if something had happened?"

Though Qian Xunji was scolding him, everyone present could hear the concern in his words.

Su Mo smiled. "Teacher, I'm fine, aren't I? Besides, Grandpa Golden Crocodile was protecting me in secret the whole time. My life was never in danger."

"Let there be no next time!" Qian Xunji said sternly. "No matter what, you must protect yourself first."

"Yes." Su Mo nodded.

Soon, Qian Daoliu examined Su Mo's condition again. After the treatment the previous night, he had already recovered more than halfway.

The group exchanged a few more pleasantries.

Qian Daoliu said, "Xiao Mo, focus on recovering. We'll take our leave first."

"All right, Grandpa Qian. Take care." Su Mo said.

Bibi Dong clearly had no intention of leaving. Qian Daoliu and the other two exchanged glances, then silently headed outside, closing the door behind them.

Only Su Mo and Bibi Dong remained in the room.

Seeing that everyone had left, Bibi Dong said:

"Junior Brother, are you foolish? Those were Fallen Soul Masters who killed without blinking, and you still dared to go alone? You even got yourself into this state..."

Before she could finish, tears welled up in her eyes.