One Sword Instant Kill—And You're the Strongest Sequence

Moreover, she had a rather favorable impression of Su Xing.

So after thinking it over, Bai Lan told Su Xing.

As long as she did not reveal anything related to the mission to Su Xing, it would be fine.

This was the hospital in the city center, where quite a few injured members of the organization were staying. To protect those injured members, its security was certainly reliable.

Strictly speaking, its security was far better than that of the organization headquarters when it had been attacked a few days ago. Since Su Xing was just an ordinary person, he should not be in any danger.

It was impossible for the Spirit Cult to launch two suicide attacks in such a short span of time, right?

She shook her head, her long hair swaying with the motion. Bai Lan curled back beneath the covers and stared at the spotless white ceiling, the events of the Spirit Cult's attacks over the past two days replaying endlessly in her mind.

Her hand unconsciously clenched tighter, her nails digging into her palm. Her pale lips slowly uttered a few words.

"The Spirit Cult... they really are a bunch of lunatics."

"Brother, did something happen at home?"

Having been a driver for many years, he had developed sharp ears. He had more or less heard what Su Xing had said during that phone call.

The driver rested one arm against the car window and glanced at the rearview mirror with his right eye. He had watched Su Xing's expression gradually darken, so he asked with concern in his voice.

When Su Xing did not answer, he began to comfort him. "Hey, brother, there's no need to look so worried. Maybe it's only a small matter. No one gets driven to death by trouble, right?"

"It's fine, sir." Su Xing took a deep breath, then said, "I need to change destinations. Take me to Cang City First People's Hospital."

The driver had wanted to say that changing destinations meant recalculating the fare, and that the hospital was much farther away than the organization headquarters. But after seeing Su Xing's expression, he swallowed those words and said,

"No problem."

The driver shook his head, sighing inwardly that the man had it rough, then stepped on the accelerator and headed out.

Su Xing leaned against the seat and narrowed his eyes. His conversation with Su Yu a few days ago and Su Yu's sudden hospitalization this time flashed through his mind. He already had some guesses. The Spirit Cult was probably causing trouble again, and this time... the scale was likely unprecedented.

After a long while, Su Xing opened his eyes and let out a breath. He murmured, "I'll know what happened once I get to the hospital."

After sitting there for a while, he suddenly noticed that the driver seemed to have been watching him. It looked like he had something to say but did not know how to bring it up. Su Xing froze for a moment, then suddenly remembered something and quickly said,

"Don't worry, sir. I won't short you on the fare."

Hearing that, the driver suddenly heaved a sigh of relief.

He did sympathize with the man in the back. Anyone would be devastated if something happened to their family. But he had elderly parents above him and children below him to support—he could not exactly take a loss himself.

Whether it was Su Xing's imagination or not, but after receiving his assurance, the driver seemed to speed up considerably.

Half an hour later, Cang City First People's Hospital, hospital room.

Su Xing entered Su Yu's hospital room and saw Su Yu lying quietly on the bed alone.

His eyes were tightly shut, and his face was pale. An unmistakable weakness clung to him, while the faint scent of blood had yet to fully dissipate. The moment Su Xing smelled it, he knew Su Yu must have gone through a fierce battle earlier.

Seeing that Su Yu had yet to wake up,

Su Xing quietly moved over a chair and gently placed it beside Su Yu's bed before closing his eyes to rest.

He did not know how much time had passed—perhaps two hours, perhaps three. In any case, when Su Xing opened his eyes again, it was already completely dark outside. Su Yu softly called, "Big brother." His voice was extremely weak, but it was much more solid than when he had spoken through telepathy before.

"Big brother, this is for you."

Seeing Su Xing open his eyes, Su Yu reached his right hand into his chest and pulled out a silver-white glass vial. It contained an extremely viscous substance, or rather... it could not really be called a liquid at all. It was more like a special kind of energy.

"What is this?"

Su Xing extended his right hand to take the glass vial and asked.

Then his entire body suddenly stiffened. The energy inside the vial seemed to have found an outlet and surged madly into the spot where Su Xing's palm touched the glass. His palm went numb, and the system panel abruptly popped up.

[Energy suitable for martial artists detected. Absorbing and converting into Sword Dao Points.]

[Current Sword Dao Points: 11]

This is fucking good stuff.

Ever since all three of Su Xing's sword techniques had broken through to the third tier, every step forward had become incredibly difficult.

That was because each level-up required a full twelve Sword Dao Points, four times as many as at the third tier. With his daily income of three or four Sword Dao Points, it suddenly seemed rather inadequate.

Su Xing had originally thought that breaking through to the fourth tier would take a long time, at least more than a month.

But the thing Su Yu had brought him gave Su Xing the idea of accelerating his acquisition of Sword Dao Points. Without showing anything on his face, Su Xing slipped the glass vial into his pocket and asked,

"Xiao Yu, where did you get this?"

"Heh, I knew you'd definitely need this, big brother."

Su Yu coughed twice, then continued,

"This thing is actually a blessing bestowed by the Spirit Cult's god upon priests who have rendered merit. It can normally be used as a cultivation resource, and in dangerous situations, it can also be used to increase one's strength."

"Our special organization has seized quite a few through battle after battle. It's just that I always thought this stuff could only be used by Sequence users, so I never mentioned it to you."

"Given to priests with merit... so the priests I killed didn't have any merit?"

Su Xing shook his head regretfully, then caught the latter part of Su Yu's words and asked in confusion, "Sequence users and martial artists can both use this. How did you know that?"

He did not ask why Su Yu had not kept it for himself, because there were some things the two of them understood without needing to say them aloud.

"It's actually very simple... the Spirit Cult has cultivated martial artists within its ranks. Although their levels aren't high, because martial artists are so rare, their status in the Spirit Cult isn't low. One of them was captured by our organization, and after some interrogation methods, we obtained a great deal of information."

"In short, this can help you become stronger, big brother. You definitely need it."

"I really do."

Su Xing touched the glass vial in his pocket and nodded. Then he changed the subject. "Xiao Yu, what happened to your special organization? How did even you end up in the hospital?"

"Well..."

At the mention of this, Su Yu's expression turned somewhat unpleasant as he said,

"To put it simply, the Spirit Cult actually launched a suicide attack on the organization headquarters. Many of our members were injured, including Sister Bai Lan and me. Some of the weaker members even died on the spot."

"But the Spirit Cult also suffered heavy casualties. A great many of their members and high priests died as well. At the very least, they won't launch a second wave anytime soon."

"That's good," Su Xing replied.

Though Su Xing said that, he could not shake the feeling of unease in his heart.

The Spirit Cult's attack on the organization headquarters had clearly been a desperate gamble. Would they give up after failing once, or would they stake everything on a second attempt?

At that thought, Su Xing suddenly felt something lock onto him. It was like thorns at his back and a bone stuck in his throat. The intense sensation made him trust his instincts immediately.

In an instant, Su Xing sprang to his feet, planted one foot on Su Yu's bed, gripped the condensed black sword in his right hand, and slashed out!

Almost at the exact moment his sword struck, thunder boomed outside the window. A bolt of lightning containing violent energy instantly blasted through the wall of Su Yu's hospital room and surged toward Su Yu on the bed.

Lightning was fast,

But the sword was faster!

With barely a hair's breadth to spare, Su Xing's sword caught up to the lightning strike. Like slicing noodles, his sword flashed with a white edge and cut straight through the center of the lightning, splitting it in two. In the blink of an eye, the thunderous lightning, as if it had never existed, was annihilated beneath Su Xing's blade.

Su Xing stared fixedly out the window, killing intent surging around him.

On a distant building,

The Lightning Priest formed a gun with his right hand, aimed at Su Yu lying in bed, and made a "biu" sound. Then a bolt of lightning suddenly blasted forth. This was his fully charged, all-out strike, but what he had not expected was... his lightning had simply vanished.

"What the hell?!"

The Lightning Priest stared into the hospital room. Through the window, he could vaguely make out that there seemed to be someone else in the room besides Su Yu. His eyes were bloodshot as he said almost hysterically,

"Fuck, did the special organization actually arrange backup for Su Yu?"

"What's the point?! Whoever it is! Today, we have to take Su Yu away! Dead or alive, we have to bring him back to the Spirit Realm!"

In a dark corner of the hospital, a masked man said in a somewhat cold voice,

"The Lightning Priest's assassination has failed. The Lightning Priest's assassination has failed. I repeat, the Lightning Priest's assassination has failed. Now... activate Plan Two, the Divine Wind Plan!"

The moment the Divine Wind Plan was spoken aloud,

the expressions of every Spirit Cult member participating in this operation turned grave.

"Big brother..."

"Shh. Don't make a sound."

Su Xing put a finger to his lips and shushed him. Then he strode to Su Yu's bedside, scooped Su Yu up, and ran toward the door. He absolutely could not leave Su Yu in such a dangerous place.

Judging from the Spirit Cult's target just now, it was obvious that they still wanted Su Yu dead.

Su Yu was seriously injured and could barely move. If the Spirit Cult truly went mad and attacked, Su Xing could not be certain he could protect Su Yu without suffering any losses. They needed to find somewhere safer.