Warrior's Promise

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"Sword will? How could it be?"

Upon feeling sword will so strong, Weng Zhen gawked. He was shocked.

On the spectators stand, not only Tong Lian, the Master of the Tongs, but also all elders of the two families were astonished.

Meanwhile, disciples of the Tongs, who knew a little about the martial will, were stunned and their mouths hung wide open.

Sword will?

The intangible martial will!

Never in their whole lives would regular martial artists understand it. It was said that even the top genius could not learn it until they hit the True Spirit Realm.

How could Su Mo understand the profound martial will when he was at the Spiritual Martial Realm?

The crowds were numb for Su Mo had shocked them so, and despite this, they were even more amazed when the sword will emerged.

Su Mo's sword was peerlessly sharp, and he dashed toward Weng Zhen, arriving less than two meters away from him in a flash.

From this distance, Su Mo could cut Weng Zhen in half blink of an eye.

However, as a martial artist at the Lv 2 True Spirit Realm, Weng Zhen responded quickly. His body departed from the ground, and he was about to rise up high.

"Where are you going?" Su Mo coldly yelled and catalyzed his Devouring Martial Spirit. Immediately, the invisible devouring power completely enveloped Weng Zhen.

"What's going on?" Weng Zhen cried in terror. He could feel his genuine Qi become disordered and blood suddenly spewed out from his injured arm.

Though the genuine Qi could be calmed by thought, it was impossible for him to control the blood flowing from him.

Weng Zhen was stopped for a while by his genuine Qi, despite intending to fly high.

Then, Su Mo's sword approached his neck, shining brightly across his pupils and freezing his whole body.

At this moment, Weng Zhen had simply suppressed the disordered genuine Qi so that he could not operate it again to dodge the attack. Without it, he did not dare face Su Mo's strike with bare hands.

Between the steel and the flash, he turned his neck sideways to dodge the sword with great effort.

Whoosh!

The sword radiance flashed by his neck, tracing out a stunning arc abruptly.

Phoo!

As Weng Zhen's body was still drawing back, in an instant his head was cut off to the ground with a pillar of blood rushing to the sky.

Thud!

Weng Zhen fell down and was dead with great horror in eyes.

The whole world then fell into dead silence.

Weng Zhen, the Master of the Weng family and a martial artist at the Lv 2 True Spirit Realm, was killed by just two strikes.

Everyone was so shocked that their brains just fizzled out!

"Master!"

"Father!"

After a short while, shrill cries sounded. The Elders of the Weng family and Weng Kuiwu cried with great sorrow.

The Elders of the Weng family's faces went pale. The Wengs surely would lose its dominance in Blackjade City with the death of Weng Zhen, who was the top one master among the Wengs.

What was even worse, many clans that feuded with the Wengs were now more likely to attack the Wengs. All in all, the Wengs would go through a great disaster with Weng Zhen's death.

With great horror in their eyes, none of the elders of the Wengs dared to take revenge for Weng Zhen as they knew clearly that if even Weng Zhen could not defeat Su Mo, they most certainly could not either.

With sadness and disbelief intertwined in his eyes, Weng Kuiwu was too shocked to believe what had happened.

He had never expected that Su Mo had such a strong power and would even kill his father!

After a short while, Weng Kuiwu suddenly turned his head to stare at Su Mo with a horrible glare which seemingly devoured everything.

"Hm?"

Perceiving the killing desire, Su Mo turned around and found that it was from none other than Weng Kuiwu.

As soon as he caught Su Mo's eyes, Weng Kuiwu fled away without any hesitation.

He knew that he had asked his father to kill Su Mo, and since Su Mo had killed his father, he would not be able to escape by any means, so he rushed to flee.

"Go to hell!" Su Mo chased toward Weng Kuiwu with a rapid speed and approached him in a few breaths of time. Weng Kuiwu's speed was far less than that of Su Mo.

Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!

Then, Su Mo attacked again and swung his sword seven times in a row to cover Weng Kuiwu's body.

Puff! Puff! Puff!

As the sword Qi flashed by, Weng Kuiwu was killed with his body split into several parts.

Soon after, Su Mo went back and found the crowd was still in a shock, and then he shook his head and felt speechless.

Then he glanced at Tong Wanqiu and said, "Miss Tong, I've already killed Weng Kuiwu. If you have no further mission for me, I'll leave!"

Dong Wanqiu nodded and subconsciously answered. "Fine!"

Hearing this, Su Mo cupped his hands to bid farewell to Tong Wanqiu then left the Tong Mansion.

Dong Wanqiu regained her awareness until Su Mo had walked out of the Tong Mansion, and then she anxiously shouted, "Master Su Mo, will we meet again?"

After a little while, a soft laughter came from outside.

"Haha! We'll meet if fate directs us."

Hearing his words, Tong Wanqiu fell into a melancholy smile, knowing it was likely that they would not see each other again.

Su Mo's voice resounded in the martial practice field, and then the crowd once again came to life. The place fell into great noise.

"Dear god! He's too strong!"

"Yes! I won't believe this had I not witnessed the whole thing."

"Is he possibly a talent in the List of the Top 100 Talents of Hong Domain?"

"No way, all talents in the List of Top 100 Talents are at the True Spirit Realm!"

"…"

After out of the Tong Mansion, Su Mo bought the best carriages pulled by four Blaze Colts and then went toward the Wuning Country.

The reason why Su Mo chose the carriage was that his injuries were worsening and it was not convenient for him to move on foot.

However, he still was unwilling to waste time. Therefore, he bought a carriage to continue on his way, not delaying his recovery.

10 days quickly passed away.

Day in and day out, Su Mo had been driving the carriage for over 9,000 miles, and finally, he reached the Wuning Country.

At this moment, Su Mo's injuries had already been recovered, and he refined his genuine Qi every day. He would try to enter the True Spirit Realm, as soon as his genuine Qi was strengthened enough.

For Su Mo, refining genuine Qi was the top priority to hit the True Spirit Realm. After all, he was very rich, so he did not have the hurry to find the treasure.

After carefully checking the map, Su Mo set the direction and drove to his destination.

According to the label on the map, the treasure was hidden under one of Wuning Country's northern grasslands, which was known as Gale Prairie--the largest grassland in the country.

During his driving, Su Mo sighed. "No wonder Wuning Country is the only big city in the South of the Yan River. In terms of comprehensive strength, the martial artists here are way stronger than those in Skymoon Country."

There were many spiritual Martial Realm martial artists, among whom even the experts of the Spiritual Martial Realm could be seen, even in a small town populated with only several hundred thousand people.

Besides, in some bigger cities, martial artists in the True Spirit Realm could be seen everywhere, while this scene was uncommon in Skymoon Country.

Wuning Country was five or six times bigger than Skymoon Country. Su Mo continued toward the north, and after half a month, he finally arrived at the Gale Prairie.