Everyone had already noticed Su Zimo's golden silk armor but they did not take it to heart.
There were no spirit patterns on the golden silk armor – it was merely a pseudo spirit weapon.
Now that the gray robed cultivator saw Su Zimo rip off the golden silk armor and toss it on the ground, he was stunned for a moment, not understanding the meaning behind that action.
The next moment, the gray robed cultivator's pupils constricted and his expression changed.
After ripping off the golden silk armor, Su Zimo seemed to have transformed into a different person. Suddenly, he charged forward and swung his Cold Moon Saber, deflecting the incoming flying swords as he sped towards the gray robed cultivator.
He was too fast!
In fact, he was twice as fast as before!
A black shadow flashed by like a phantom. In the blink of an eye, Su Zimo arrived before the gray robed cultivator with a torrential killing intent. With a flip of his palm, he slapped the gray robed cultivator's head.
Piak!
The gray robed cultivator's head exploded and he fell backwards stiffly, not understanding what had happened even in death.
That golden silk armor was the shattered connate spirit weapon, the Mystic Gold Silk Armor.
Wearing the Mystic Gold Silk Armor was equivalent to carrying a heavy object. That was the reason why Su Zimo had not displayed his true strength the entire time.
Now that he was free of the burden, Su Zimo was much more relaxed and his speed increased exponentially. Caught off guard, the gray robed cultivator was killed on the spot!
By the time the other nine mid-stage Foundation Establishment Cultivators wanted to attack again, little crane had already seized the opportunity to land on the ground. Carrying Little Fatty, Leng Rou and Linghu, it soared into the air.
The coordination between the man and crane was flawless.
In the blink of an eye, Su Zimo and the other nine mid-stage Foundation Establishment Cultivators were the only ones left alive on the ground.
The nine of them were pale and looked at Su Zimo who was closing in step by step with fear in their eyes.
Prior to this, the nine of them had never imagined that more than 30 Foundation Establishment Cultivators would be killed by a Level 9 Qi Refinement Warrior!
Swash!
Su Zimo's figure vanished from the spot and a series of afterimages appeared.
The saber beam was accompanied by a flash of blood.
In the blink of an eye, another three people died.
Two of them flew into the air on their swords, wanting to leave. Su Zimo squatted down slightly, and with a boom, two deep pits appeared on the ground!
Su Zimo leaped into the air and arrived first. While he was still in the air, he slashed down the two Foundation Establishment Cultivators!
Four left.
Su Zimo swatted away two flying swords and dashed forward, crashing into a person's chest and instantly exerting his strength.
This person's eyeballs protruded out and were bloodshot. His entire chest caved in, and the sound of bones cracking could be heard from within his body. When his entire body collapsed to the ground, he was already dead.
Su Zimo had long since left. He caught up with another person and his blade flashed again.
There were two people left!
The two of them realized that they couldn't escape Su Zimo's pursuit, so they turned around and sped towards the entrance of the spirit mine.
Su Zimo was in hot pursuit.
Just as the two of them were about to escape into the cave, Su Zimo's feet trembled and the ground shook with a boom.
The person behind was already scared out of his wits. His legs gave way and he staggered to the ground.
The other person had already escaped into the cave and disappeared.
"N-N-No, it's not about me. T-That wasn't my idea. It was h-him …" The Foundation Establishment Cultivator lying on the ground was pale and his voice trembled as he tried to explain himself incoherently.
"Who is he?"
Su Zimo's gaze was cold as he questioned.
"I don't know."
The person shook his head. However, he looked towards the entrance of the spirit mine instinctively with a hint of wariness in his eyes.
Su Zimo pondered for a moment before continuing, "Everyone in Linfeng City was killed by the people in the cave, right?"
"Yes," The Foundation Establishment Cultivator nodded hurriedly.
"What's his cultivation?"
"I …"
Just as the Foundation Establishment Cultivator was about to speak, his expression changed and green spots appeared on his face. Suddenly, he gave Su Zimo a sinister smile.
When he saw that smile, Su Zimo's hairs stood on end.
Without hesitation, Su Zimo retreated immediately!
Bang!
There was a dull thud.
Just like that, a person who was still alive earlier on exploded right in front of Su Zimo's eyes. Flesh and blood splattered everywhere as a ghastly green ball of light floated into the spirit mine.
Right then, little crane saw that the battle on the ground was over and descended from the skies with Leng Rou and Little Fatty.
"Junior Brother Su, are you alright?"
"Bro, are you alright?"
Almost at the same time, Leng Rou and Little Fatty asked.
A hint of panic flashed through Leng Rou's eyes before returning to normal.
"I'm fine."
Shaking his head, Su Zimo replied with a frown. No one knew what he was thinking about.
After a moment, Su Zimo stroked little crane's head and said, "Silly bird, you guys head back to the sect first. It's not good to stay here for long. It would be best if you could bump into cultivators from the sect who are here to provide reinforcements along the way."
"Caw, caw!"
Little crane cried out and urged Su Zimo to hurry up so that they could leave this place together.
"You guys go ahead first. I'll head back later," Su Zimo shook his head and rejected.
"Bro, you're not going to barge into the spirit mine again, are you?" Little Fatty asked in disbelief with widened eyes.
Su Zimo remained silent.
Leng Rou and Little Fatty exchanged glances and could see the seriousness in each other's eyes.
"Junior Brother Su, let's head back together."
Leng Rou said, "The person in the spirit mine might have a huge background and we don't know his strength. Furthermore, his methods are so sinister. There's no need for us to take the risk. We'll just let him have the spirit mine. " “
"That's right!"
Little Fatty added, "Furthermore, we've already sent a message to the sect and the seniors of the sect will arrive soon. We can't be sure who the spirit mine belongs to. Bro, there's no need for you to take the risk. "
"I've got to head in and take a look."
Su Zimo's gaze was resolute as he said in a deep voice, "This is a middle-grade spirit mine. That person shouldn't be Perfected Jin Dan. If he's still a Foundation Establishment Cultivator, given my strength, I'll be able to escape unscathed even if I can't defeat him. That person won't be able to hold me back. "
There were some things that Su Zimo did not explain to Little Fatty and Leng Rou.
When he saw the tragedy in Linfeng City, the first thing Su Zimo thought of was the capital of Yan Country and his elder brother, Su Hong.
Against such power, mortals truly had no way of resisting and could only be slaughtered.
That person had descended upon Linfeng City the day before yesterday and none of the living beings in the ancient city were spared. If he were to head to the capital of Yan Country one day, his elder brother and the others might suffer the same fate and die an unnatural death!
This was their final chance. By the time the seniors of the sect arrived, that person might have already left.
Su Zimo was worried that if he were to let that person off today, he would regret it one day.
Furthermore, there had to be an explanation for the hundreds of thousands of lives in Linfeng City!
"Bro, I …"
Little Fatty was about to speak when he was interrupted by Su Zimo. "You guys are injured. There's no need to follow me in."
Leng Rou said, "We'll wait for you outside then."
"Two hours."
Su Zimo pondered for a moment and said, "If I'm not out in two hours, leave this place immediately."
Pausing for a moment, Su Zimo said to little crane, "Silly bird, carry everyone further away. If you see any strangers walking out of the cave, leave immediately and don't turn back!"
Little crane nodded hurriedly and flapped its wings, its eyes filled with worry.
Su Zimo picked up his flying sword from the ground and tossed the Mystic Gold Silk Armor into his storage bag. Pretending to be relaxed, he smiled. "There are so many storage bags. Hurry and collect them. We'll split them secretly when we return to the sect!"
As he said that, Su Zimo walked into the spirit mine and disappeared into the depths of the dark cave …
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