Chapter Seventy: The Blood Case (Second Update)

  Wang Meng and Suo Ming also sensed something was amiss and hastily returned to the Pingfu Bingqi shop, only to find it in shambles.

  "Uncle Lin, Little Xiu, Aunt Lin..."

  Suoming rushed in like a madman and saw Linxiu's corpse with tattered clothes right in front of him.

  Su Ming went crazy and hugged Lin Xiu, while Wang Meng saw Lin Ying in the corner of the wall, his chest completely sunken, the other party's strength was obviously far beyond him, completely ignoring Ti Xiu's defense.

  Wang Meng's eyes shot out a faint light, and his yuan force surged in from afar, causing Lin Ying's body to shudder violently.

  "Lin Shu, who did it!" Wang Meng hadn't been this angry in a very long time.

  "Kensei... those beasts..."

  "Uncle Lin, Uncle Lin, what's going on!" Su Ming rushed over.

  Wang Meng blocked Suo Ming, "This is a flash of light, let Uncle Lin finish speaking."

  Lin Ying's face revealed a desolate smile. "Xiu Er took her own life, she... kept her chastity for you, cough, don't... seek revenge."

  Lin Ying took his last breath.

  Su Ming's teeth gritted with a cracking sound, "Kuang Jian Sect, I am irreconcilable with you!"

  The news of the thousand-year-old Wumu essence emerging from the ground was deliberately spread by the Kuangjian Sect, who took advantage of it to plunder Tongming City.

  Life is often disappointing, but this is just too much.

  I thought Suo Ming would go crazy, but strangely, Suo Ming quickly calmed down and revealed a desolate smile. "Boss, a gentleman takes revenge ten years later, the dead are more important, let them rest in peace."

  Outside the city walls, three more lonely graves appeared in the wilderness. Su Ming was exceptionally calm and squatted there until nightfall.

  "So, what's your plan?"

  "Brother Meng, let's return to Sheng Tang tomorrow. Once I've mastered this skill, I'll be back."

  In the wilderness, a lonely moon at night, and the distant howling of wolves. Everything was so desolate. Suoming curled up into a ball and leaned against a tree, perhaps too tired and heartbroken. Before long, he fell asleep.

  As time passed bit by bit, Wang Meng's breathing gradually became stable and he fell into a deep sleep. At this moment, Suo Ming opened his eyes.

  "Brother Meng, I am not a gentleman, I cannot wait for ten years, I will make them pay back in blood!"

  Suō Míng said lightly, tightly grasping his hammer, which was forged for him by Lín Yīng.

  Mingkong Mountain, the lair of the Crazy Sword Sect, a mountain with abundant spiritual energy, was still brightly lit and bustling with activity, accompanied by women's shrill screams.

  Their plan was completely successful, and Tongming City was looted by them except for a few places with great power protection. With the support of the Demon Sect, what's there to be afraid of?

  At this time, Suo Ming had already arrived at the foot of Mingkong Mountain, his eyes were crimson red, and every laugh from above was like a needle piercing his bones. Xiuer's laughter seemed to be just yesterday, Lin Shu was such a good person.

  "You beast of the Kyokken School, come out and meet your death!"

  With a loud roar, Suo Ming picked up his hammer and rushed up the mountain.

  Two disciples of the Mad Sword Sect rushed out from the side of the road and shouted angrily: "Who are you, daring to come to the Mad Sword Sect to cause trouble, looking for death!"

  "Go die!"

  Su Ming's hammer smashed past, completely disregarding life and death, taking two swords on his body but also smashing the brains of two people to pulp.

  He came today and didn't think he'd return alive.

  Kill! Kill! Kill!

  Killing one is just enough; killing two makes a profit!

  "Congratulations, Master, congratulations! This time the great achievement is accomplished. I think the Ten Thousand Demons Sect will also reward you, and your power will definitely reach a new level!"

  "Brothers, let's toast our host!"

  More than 200 disciples of the Mad Sword Sect raised their cups, the Mad Sword Sect has now become a branch of the Ten Thousand Demon Sect, with a backer, Pu Bao also became proud, most importantly, with the support of the Ten Thousand Demon Sect's skills and elixirs, Pu Bao is also a big shot.

  What a holy temple, grandma's, burn, kill, loot!

  He had a feud with Lin Ying from the start, and he wanted to play with his daughter in front of him. As a result, this girl actually took her own life. However, it's fortunate that she was able to clear her name and show off her dignity. After what happened at Tongming Border, who would still dare to oppose him?

  "Congratulations to the Hall Master for achieving great success, shaking the world with his mighty power!"

  Pak Man-bok looked up at the sky and burst out laughing, just as he was about to take a drink, one of his disciples rushed in.

  "Master, someone is killing their way up the mountain!"

  Piao Ba put down his bowl, a cruel smile spreading from the corner of his mouth. "Oh, someone's sent us some wine and snacks! Brothers, let's go take a look!"

  The Keng Jian Sect had a few new disciples guarding the outside, while everyone else was celebrating on the mountain. Su Ming had killed several people and rushed all the way up, but as soon as he reached the mountain gate, he was surrounded by more than ten Keng Jian Sect disciples.

  Everyone trapped Suoming in the center, you one sword, I one sword, Suoming's eyes turned red and he killed left and right, but unfortunately these people's strength was not much different from his.

  "The boss is here!"

  The crowd parted to make way, and hundreds of disciples lit up the mountain gate with lanterns.

  "Where did this little scamp come from."

  "I'll screw your grandma, and even if I become a ghost, I won't let you off!"

  As soon as he saw Piao Ba, Su Ming rushed forward like a madman, but was immediately trapped by the sword formation of the Kuang Jian Sect disciples.

  Piao Ba slapped his forehead, "I thought it was someone else, isn't this the little beggar that Lin Ying picked up? Tsk tsk, I heard you went to the Holy Temple for development. What's with coming back for revenge? Too bad, you came back too late and missed the good show. You know, Lin Xiu's bones are really brittle, just a squeeze and they break."

  A disciple of the Mad Sword Sect burst into a loud laughter, and charged forward like a madman, taking several swords to his body without feeling anything, still charging forward in a frenzy.

  "Get out of the way!"

  Piao Ba let out a loud roar, his right hand swung out, and a long sword was inserted directly into Suo Ming's chest.

  "With just these two moves of yours, you're not even worthy of holding my shoes!"

  With a loud roar, Suo Ming's chest was blown open and his flesh splattered everywhere as he flew out, losing consciousness.

  A faint cold smile played on Park's lips. "Get him for me and wake him up. Today, we have an additional dish to go with our wine - a thousand cuts!"

  Suddenly a gust of wind blew by, the torches flickered, and at the mountain gate, there was suddenly one more person.

  Wang Meng gently helped Suo Ming up, "You're just a cook, you really aren't cut out for acting."

  Piao Ba was taken aback, and he stretched out his hand to stop the disciple who was about to kill him. "Who are you, sir? Why must you stir up this muddy water?"

  Wang Meng slightly shook his head, "So many years have passed, and I've rarely used this killing move. Today, you can all die here."

  Dragging Suo Ming, Suo Ming's hand still tightly grasped the hammer, already completely locked in, "Since you called me 'Old Big', this vendetta I'll take with you."

  "What did he say?" Park Ba put his hand on his ear.

  A disciple beside him immediately bowed his head, "Boss, this master said he wants to take us down!"

  The whole audience burst out laughing suddenly.

  "Get him down, I want him alive! I'm going to use his heart to drink wine!"

  In an instant, more than a dozen disciples' swords hacked towards the two men, but Wang Meng and Suo Ming's bodies seemed to have turned into water, with the swords withdrawing and returning to their original shape.