Chapter Thirty Seven – Two Blows! (1/2)

Warlord212 is back and has edited this chapter. No cliffhanger this chapter since it was a really short fight. You can really see Zuo Mo’s mentality in action here.

Chapter Thirty Seven – Two Blows!

The two xiuzhe from Dong Qi Sword Sect clearly hadn’t thought that Zuo Mo dared to move first!

Especially the one that had moved first. In his perspective, if two ningmai hadn’t suddenly appeared in that previous encounter, Zuo Mo would have been easily dealt with. This lianqi trash, he dared to actively provoke the two?

The sword energy almost reached the Dong Qi disciple’s forehead, the faint cold energy made him abruptly wake up. He instinctively pushed out his flying sword but suddenly remembered that his flying sword had been ruined by this guy in front of him! He didn’t manage to dodge in time and got brushed by the faint mist surrounding the sword energy.

Hiss!

A bloody wound the width of a finger appeared on his forehead. The Dong Qi disciple managed to steady himself, his eyes full of hatred as he stared viciously at Zuo Mo, wanting to cut Zuo Mo to pieces.

This damned guy in front of him. He was clearly only in the stage of lianqi but every time they met, he himself would become extremely sorry. Reaching up to touch the wound on his forehead, he saw the blood on his finger. His viciousness rose and he roared angrily: “You want death! If I don’t kill you today……”

Taking advantage of the time he took to speak, Zuo Mo sent out another blow!

The thin sword energy contained a faint mist as it headed for the other’s open mouth. This sword energy was even stronger than the one before, the white mist shrouding it even thicker. If one listened carefully, they could almost hear a stream of tinkling as the icicles crashed.

The pupils of the Dong Qi disciple that had been spectating from the side suddenly shrunk.

Zuo Mo had been clever in his timing to send out the sword energy, the speed even faster than before. The other’s flying sword had been ruined by Zuo Mo. He had actually come today with his shixiong to help him pick a new flying sword. He hadn’t thought he would meet his enemy. When he detected the sword energy, he suddenly realized that it wasn’t just his flying sword that had been ruined, but he didn’t have any other defensive talisman on his body.

Usually, he amused himself by bullying others and neglected his cultivation. Seeing the sword energy coming near, in his panic, he completely didn’t know what to do.

“Pah!”

The misty sword energy accurately landed on the other’s mouth. The blood instantly flew, two teeth landing on the ground. This string of attacks completely stupefied him. He covered his mouth, looking in disbelief at the two teeth on the ground.

Zuo Mo kept his guard up. Compared to the excitement of the battle last time, he was extremely calm this time.

The only thing he could rely on was the gold sword ring. But the gold sword ring could only store three sword energies. Zuo Mo only had the last sword energy remaining. It was his last and only attack. If the other was only one person, he would unhesitatingly add it on. But he was very clear that the two people’s strength were above him yet he could not just stand by and see Fu Jin be humiliated because of him.

The worst case would be getting beaten up viciously. He already prepared to endure it. He wouldn’t release this last sword energy easily. He wanted to make it a vicious one!

They won’t end well!

Zuo Mo thought viciously.

“Ah!” The other gave a shocking howl, his features twisted and his eyes sprouting fire: “I……”

The voice once again stopped abruptly.

It seemed that an invisible hand was chocking his neck. His entire body slowly rose, leaving the ground. Compared to roaring a second ago, he was now like a fish out of the water, eyes bulging, speaking but unable to make any noise.

Zuo Mo was astounded, his eyes couldn’t help looking towards the side.

A young person dressed in white slowly moved in their direction. He didn’t even look at the Dong Qi disciple hanging in the air: “Dong Fu does not allow fighting, don’t you all know?”

The other Dong Qi disciple furrowed his btows. He suddenly raised a hand. A sword energy shot out of his fingertip, stopped and twisted, like drawing a plum branch. The disciple that had been fighting with Zuo Mo landed with a plop, face deep purple and unconscious.

“Sir, you aretoo biased. Both sides were fighting yet you only blame one person. It isn’t fair.”

The white-clad youth stared at the other: “Dong Qi Zong Ming Yan?”

“A little humble name. Didn’t think that Sir would have heard it. Honored, honoured.” Zong Ming Yan raised his hands in a greeting, his expression still cold.

“Elder Zuo Mei Tian’s disciple, it naturally rings in my ears.” The white-clad youth said noncommittally.

Zong Ming Yan raised an eyebrow: “Sir is?”

“Yu Bai.” The white-clade young person gave two characters.

“Oh.” Zong Ming Yan responded faintly but his voice then turned sharp: “So it is the honoured disciple of Elder Tian Song Zi. However, can Brother Yu tell me, why only punish my sect’s disciples? Does Brother Yu discriminate against my Dong Qi disciples?”

Yu Bai smiled. He pointed with a finger at the jade medal at Zuo Mo’s waist.

Only now did Zong Ming Yan notice the spring sprout jade stick at Zuo Mo’s waist. He blanked for a second before nodding his head,: “Ling plant farmer, I understand.”

Giving a deep look to Zuo Mo, he turned to leave.

Yu Bai imperceptibly furrowed his brow: “Is Sir not taking your shidi with you?”

Zong Ming Yan didn’t even turn his head, heading forward, leaving behind a sentence.