In a cave filled with swirling meat and grime, the stench was so overpowering that even the corpses on the ground were dissolving into a grisly soup.
Li Mo was riding the stalwart Huang Donglai, slicing through a bl**d Xueliantang disciple with a twist of his blade. The poor fool collapsed in a heap, still twitching and not quite dead yet.
But behind them, the bl**d and flesh were creeping closer, threatening to suffocate them like a swamp.
“This is….”
Li Mo’s instincts set off alarm bells, an intense sense of danger washing over him as Qi Tian Dao’s battle intent flared up within him.
This felt familiar—it reminded him of Han Zhen’s bl**d river technique from the bl**d Phoenix Secret Realm. The newcomer’s strength appeared even more formidable.
Xiao Qian was the first to react, and he shouted, “Watch out! It’s an outer scene of bl**d Xueliantang! Extremely troublesome! We’d better retreat!”
A thick, rancid odor spread through the air, making everyone dizzy.
Except for Li Mo, everyone else was affected to some degree. Murong Xiao’s aura started to flicker, Xiao Qian groaned, bl**d and energy surging erratically, Huang Donglai’s movements slowed, and Zhao Jing’s blade dimmed.
“Let’s get out!” Li Mo declared decisively.
While he hadn’t yet been affected, he couldn’t just think about himself.
As they turned back, they noticed the path they had taken was sealing up like a fresh wound. Three figures now emerged in front of them.
The leader was an old man, grounded among the meat and flesh, exuding an aura so rich in bl**d energy it was staggering. Despite his white hair, he radiated a vitality that was shocking.
“What a physique! Great roots! Tremendous talent!”
The old man’s eyes lit up as he gazed at Li Mo, his previously grim expression vanishing.
“Li Mo! It’s you! You actually survived!”
Tan Zhuyin’s voice changed at the sight of Li Mo. “Because of you, we were hunted down by Jiang Yu and the Celestial Patrol for half a month!”
“I told them I just picked up a rock, but they didn’t believe me! You should really be dead!”
“…..”
Li Mo thought, didn’t I compensate you for your instant noodle recipe? I certainly didn’t instruct you on how to go around killing and snatching treasures!
Little Li was quietly scouting around, searching for an escape route. He stealthily stowed away the Crimson Sky Sword, gripping the Hammer Treasure in his sleeve, ready for a fierce fight, confident that getting Zhao Jing’s master here wouldn’t be an issue.
Crash—
Suddenly, Huang Donglai felt like he was carrying a mountain and crumpled to the ground.
He looked up at Li Mo with a guilty expression.
“Sorry, sorry….”
Li Mo hurriedly helped him up.
“This must be the God Hammer Little Overlord? What raw masculinity!”
The male disciple licked his lips, chuckling.
“Leave the God Hammer Little Overlord to me. The rest of you can ask the Holy Son to see how to handle this…”
The old man didn’t sound like he was asking. He had his eyes set on Li Mo’s body!
The bloody stench in the cave intensified, and besides Li Mo, the others felt this strange energy being drawn out of them.
The old man’s form seemed to swell.
He approached Li Mo slowly and started rambling, “In my youth, I trained in martial arts, able to tear tigers and leopards apart at nine. I was just as spirited then as you are now. But alas, time waits for no one, and when my energy waned, I turned to worship the bl**d God.”
“Today, I will give you a warrior’s respect.”
“Come on, show me your most powerful fighting spirit, let’s battle, struggle, and in the end, d*e like a trapped beast…”
Boom—
Before he could finish his dramatic speech, a hammer came crashing down from the heavens, striking him squarely on the forehead.
The old man felt severe pain and his vision blurred. In his projection, that probing hammer wouldn’t k*ll him.
But the sensation was all too real.
“Enough with the chatter, if you want to fight, just fight! Who needs all this nonsense?”
Li Mo retracted the hammer, not feeling particularly pleased with the successful sneak attack.
If he could be taken out with just one hammer, the old fellow wasn’t worthy of being called a Fifth Realm.
“Don’t hold back! Let’s all unleash hell!” he urged.
In an instant, the flesh on the cave walls began to wriggle, reforming into the old man’s shape as he lunged at Li Mo, fists flying like dragons, bellowing in rage.
No, wait—he was cursing, “You brat, no martially righteous behavior!”
Huang Donglai, Xiao Qian, Murong Xiao, and Zhao Jing also engaged their opponents.
They were up against Tan Zhuyin, that male disciple, and the bl**d Xueliantang followers, who felt significantly stronger in this external scene.
“Give it everything you’ve got!”
Zhao Jing prepared her ultimate technique, a blade intent left by her master.
She took a step forward, ready to shield the others. After all, she had a powerful master, so the others shouldn’t possess techniques as formidable as hers… right?
Xiao Qian was convulsing, his aura shifting as an ancient soul energy glimmered around him.
He had summoned the divine spirit!
“Focus, young lady.” Xiao Qian’s voice became deep and hoarse.
The air shimmered as he unleashed a sword aura that spanned dozens of feet, clashing with Tan Zhuyin.
“Oh well, looks like it’s time to bring my A-game.”
“Hansmile Half-Mad Fist!”
Huang Donglai threw a punch, and the male disciple quickly ducked behind one of the followers.
“What is this… haha… what kind of martial art is this?!”
The disciple was struck and burst into insane laughter as he dropped dead.
He never imagined someone could use various poisons as divine intent to study.
“bl**d Transformation Palm!”
Another disciple fell, their body melting away upon impact.
“Double the Reunion Powder Fist!”
The struck disciple turned red and lunged at the male figure before being smashed into a pile of bones from the latter’s yin-yang energy.
The calmest among them was Murong Xiao, who was pondering a dilemma.
What if he used Brother Li’s brawling secrets, but others couldn’t hear it, so they didn’t come to fight him—wouldn’t that mean he couldn’t do anything at all?
“I need to learn the Buddhist Lion’s Roar when I get back…”
Just as Murong Xiao thought this, Li Mo’s voice suddenly rang out.
Thanks to Little Li’s brilliance, he was quick on the uptake, even during a fight, he found time to say, “Brother Huang, in a fusion technique, it’s not just about having the strongest sword; you can also have the best shield!”
“Brother Murong can also be used in the fusion technique!”
“?”
Murong Xiao blinked in confusion.
Huang Donglai’s eyes lit up as he charged over and hoisted him onto his back.
Clang—
A magic disciple swung a dagger at them, and Huang Donglai pivoted, letting it clash against Murong Xiao’s shiny bald head.
The result: the attacker ended up injured instead.
This Flying Poison Double-Sided Turtle not only knew martial arts but wore counter-armor—how would anyone deal with that?
“…..”
Zhao Jing grew increasingly silent and anxious.
She wasn’t worried about her master not finding them but rather that when the master did show up, they’d mistakenly attack the wrong targets and hurt their own.
After all, if the truth wasn’t clear, she couldn’t discern who the magic disciples were and might think they were the more sinister ones…
“Such a shame you all didn’t join my Huanmo Sect sooner.”
“It seems I won’t be able to give you a graceful exit…”
Bang—
Before he could finish, another monumental hammer came crashing down.
“Graceful exit my foot! Stop barking while we’re fighting!”
Li Mo leaped up and smashed the old man’s head again.
“d*e, old man!”
The old man was furious, and the entire cave of flesh began to boil.
Clearly, he had abandoned the idea of ending this fight in a gentlemanly way and was ready to unleash the true power of the outer scene.
However, just then, Li Mo’s upper body suddenly swelled, and the hammer slipped from his grasp! It felt like a divine mountain pressing down, carrying the might of the world.
Even the external scene began to tremble.
Countless flesh was pierced, and a path was genuinely carved open! Although the flesh was healing rapidly, it couldn’t restore itself in such a short time!
“It’s now or never!”
The rest understood immediately and dashed towards the opened path.
Li Mo had been provoking the old man, purposely waiting for this moment of desperation.
“Little thief, stay!”
The panic was evident on the old man’s face as tendrils of flesh shot out of the cave walls, writhing like frantic vines trying to ensnare everyone.
“You all go first!”
“Brother Li!”
Murong Xiao, being piggybacked by Huang Donglai, felt his eyes bulge in horror.
He saw Li Mo stop, turning to leave them with his back turned, blocking the onslaught of the fleshy tendrils.
