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Chapter 912

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After a brief silence, there was an uproar! Thud!

Thud! Thud!

The few Heavenly Dipper Sect disciples who were initially behind Cheng Peng ran over hurriedly and helped him up. All of them glared at Su Zimo angrily but they were wary and did not dare to advance.

If Cheng Peng ended up in such a state against that sword qi, which of them would be able to defend against it?

"Hurry, let's go!"

Cheng Peng's face was pale and his breathing was weak as he panted. "Return to the sect and report this matter!"

The few Heavenly Dipper Sect disciples did not hesitate and supported Cheng Peng out of the Immortal Welcoming Restaurant. They summoned an auspicious cloud and sped into the distance.

"Who is that person? Judging from his Dao robes, he doesn't seem to be a cultivator of Hundred Refinement Sect?"

"He must be a cultivator of Sword Sect!"

"That's right. I'm afraid only the successor of Sword Sect can cultivate such a terrifying sword qi!"

"However, that person looks unfamiliar. I've never seen him before. Could he be a paragon that rose recently?"

The cultivators discussed animatedly and pointed at him.

Nangong Ling could clearly sense that some of the powerful auras that were approaching had stopped in their tracks, as though they were stunned by Just now!

"Let's go, let's leave this place!"

Su Zimo put away the Heaven Slaying Sword Art and placed it in his robes. Standing up, he leaped and arrived on the long street.

Nangong Ling and the other two followed hurriedly.

The cultivators below the restaurant dispersed and looked at Su Zimo with curious, respectful and hostile gazes.

Su Zimo's expression was calm as he strode forward.

Nangong Ling and the other two only gradually regained their senses after they were far away.

Ru Xuan ran a few steps forward excitedly. "Little Uncle-Master, that slash of yours was way too cool! What's its name? Can you impart it to me? "

Even Nangong Ling could not help but ask with a voice transmission, "Little Uncle-Master, have you cultivated in Sword Sect before?"

Su Zimo did not reply and merely strode forward.

This time, Nangong Ling was not angry.

After this incident, the way he looked at Su Zimo was filled with awe.

Not everyone could cripple a paragon who was ranked 15th on the Phenomenon Ranking with a single sword qi.

"Little Martial Uncle, don't walk so fast!"

Ru Xuan was excited and there was no fear in her eyes. She skipped behind Su Zimo and sent a voice transmission.

"Young Martial Uncle, since you know this sword technique, what are we afraid of? In this Wind Cloud City, he could do whatever he wanted! Hmph! "

"Little Uncle-Master, don't worry. We are cultivators of Hundred Refinement Sect after all. Void Reversions will definitely not bully us and attack us."

"If Genying Zhenjun is blind enough to try and snatch the Lava Crystals, just move your fingers and send out a sword aura. Swoosh!"

The more Ru Xuan spoke, the more excited she became as she gestured with her hands.

Suddenly, Su Zimo said, "This sword qi is extremely mentally taxing. I can only release it once within a short period of time."

Su Zimo was not trying to scare Ru Xuan.

The Heaven Slaying Sword Art was one of the three ancient sword arts!

Even though Su Zimo had only comprehended the basics, it was already an overload for him to release that sword qi with his Nascent Soul realm cultivation.

If not for the fact that his Essence Spirit was far more condensed than those of the same cultivation realm, he would have been injured by the sword qi before it was released!

When she heard Su Zimo's reply, Ru Xuan withered instantly and did not dare to make a sound.

Of course, what Su Zimo was worried about was not someone plotting for the Lava Crystals, but some existences hidden in the darkness!

Su Zimo had a feeling that they were targeted by an even more terrifying enemy!

He had to leave this place as soon as possible!

"Oh, are you trying to escape after obtaining a precious treasure?"

"Fufu, I heard that you guys obtained a Lava Crystal. What a coincidence, I need that stone as well."

Suddenly, a strange voice came from the crowd, drifting erratically.

"Who's there? You're hiding!"

Nangong Ling's gaze was burning as she hollered and surveyed her surroundings!

The crowd retreated.

But when Nangong Ling looked over, he couldn't find the person who had provoked him!

It seemed like everyone was the same, but at the same time, everyone was different.

"Fufu, as expected of the 83rd place on the Phenomenon Ranking. How impressive."

"What's the use of being impressive? You're still trash who needs protection."

"Hey, green-robed sword cultivator, what's your relationship with those three Hundred Refinement Sect cultivators? Let me give you a piece of advice, it's best if you don't get involved with them."

"Hundred Refinement Sect is about to be removed from the four unorthodox groups! I reckon that it won't be long before they're destroyed, hehehehe! "

The mocking voice sounded once more and continued to change directions – there was no way to determine the person's location!

Nangong Ling and the other two were enraged when they heard that. However, there was nothing they could do.

Su Zimo was initially on his way when he suddenly paused in his tracks. In a flash, he leaped into the crowd beside him!

"Get the hell out!"

Su Zimo's gaze was like lightning as he extended his palm and spread his fingers. As though he wanted to blot out the skies, he grabbed a cultivator in the middle of the crowd.

That person had an ordinary figure and appearance. There was nothing special about him – he was an existence that one would forget after a single glance.

However, such an ordinary cultivator's eyes flashed coldly when he saw Su Zimo attack and he laughed strangely. "Fellow Daoist, you're amazing to be able to discover my tracks!"

That person did not take Su Zimo head-on at all and flipped to retreat at an extremely fast speed.

"Unfortunately, it's too late!"

That person said with deep meaning.

At the same time, on the other side of the crowd, an inconspicuous figure was approaching Nangong Ling and the other two rapidly!

The cultivator was expressionless and his eyes were calm – there was not even a hint of killing intent!

Su Zimo narrowed his eyes and his bones crackled. His extended arm expanded by three feet and instantly descended on the escaping cultivator's head, grabbing down viciously!

"Pfft!"

Against Su Zimo's palm, the person's head was crushed like tofu and his Essence Spirit was destroyed as he died on the spot!

When Nangong Ling and the other two saw this scene, they suddenly felt an unprecedented murderous intent while their minds were in turmoil!

The next moment, the three of them saw a sword beam.

It was too fast!

Unknowingly, an inconspicuous cultivator had appeared beside them.

That person took out a slender flexible sword from somewhere and attacked!

Without a doubt, this was an assassination that caused despair!

That person's combat strength might not be comparable to Nangong Ling's.

However, after that sword strike, Nangong Ling could only wait for death and watch helplessly as the sword slit his throat!

He could almost see his throat being slit and spilling scarlet blood all over the long street!

Hidden Death Sect, one of the seven fiend sects!

The only ones who could execute an assassination to such an extent that it was flawless and even made one feel despair were Hidden Death Sect cultivators!

It had to be said that this assassination was meticulously prepared.

First, one person lured Su Zimo away.

Another person sneaked over and launched a fatal attack to kill and steal the treasure!

The entire process was almost flawless.

Unfortunately, they had truly underestimated someone!

Just as the sword beam was about to slice Nangong Ling's throat, it suddenly dissipated!

The sword was exposed.

It was only inches away from Nangong Ling's throat and the sharpness of the sword even severed the hair on Nangong Ling's neck!

At that moment, the sword froze in midair motionlessly.

One end was gripped in the hands of the Hidden Death Sect cultivator.

The other end was gripped by two slender, fair fingers and did not move at all!

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