Chapter Seventy Eight – Making A Move (2/2)

The cultivator who had been controlling the dark red robe tried with all his power and finally stopped the rope from moving forward, yet. the tip of the rope still came into contact with the flame.

Snap-hiss!

A string of sparks, with astounding speed, leapt on the rope and headed to the other end!

The cultivator who had been hiding in the shadows was alarmed. Abandoning his rope talisman, he released it and retreated. Turning into a streak of light, he fled away!

When the sparks lit up the other end of the rope, bang, the dark red rope turned to ash, scattering in the wind.

The green flying sword, with its murderous sword essence, accurately struck the flame in front of Zuo Mo’s chest. There wasn’t any resistance. The flying sword split the flame into two! But at the same moment, the xiuzhe who had been glaring angrily in the sky suddenly spat out a ball of fresh blood, and in alarm, turned and retreated!

The sword essence on the green flying sword had completely disappeared. The body of the sword had broken into tiny segments and turned to countless fragments!

The yellow robed Taoist finally lost his composure. Without being able to care for anything else, he fled in a panic.

The sudden change in the situation caused all the xiuzhe in the free market, visible or hidden, to gape in shock. Wen Tie sanren, who had been rolling on the ground, had turned into a pile of dust with nothing remaining. In a short encounter, five jindan masters, one dead, one wounded, three fleeing, how much power would this take?

Everyone’s eyes as they looked at Zuo Mo all changed. The people who had been tempted by the yin beads all felt relieved that they hadn’t also attacked.

The enormous free market was completely silent. There was only a crimson flame burning in front of Zuo Mo’s chest.

Zuo Mo reached out with a finger. The flame turned into a string and burrowed into his finger.

Xiao Huan’s complexion was deathly pale, her mind dazed as she stood. Her mind was completely blank. She didn’t even register Zuo Mo’s departure. Only after a long time, when her mind finally refocused, she saw Miss’ pale face, and couldn’t resist anymore but fall into Miss’ embrace and started crying.

Just at this time, two yin beads dropped to the ground.

Mistress and servant couldn’t help but be shocked.

Zuo Mo flew forward quickly. His eyes were dark, even the blade-like smile on his face seemed to have become weak. He had leapt and flew away without anyone daring to stop him. Not one person dared to pursue him… … hm, that wasn’t right… ….

He suddenly stopped.

A white-clothed Lin Qian appeared behind him. At this time, Lin Qian didn’t seem as casual and harmless as when Zuo Mo had first encountered him. All the ling energy in his body was moving. He was like an unsheathed sword, the sword essence spreading out! His expression was grave. He didn’t dare to relax as he stared fixedly at the figure that he couldn’t really make out.

Zuo Mo gave a light laugh, “Ha ha, you’re pretty brave.”

The voice was icy. Even though it was a laugh, it didn’t have a hint of emotion. If Zuo Mo was conscious, he definitely would identify it as Pu Yao’s voice. Pitiful Zuo Mo. In the near-death situation just now, Pu Yao finally couldn’t help but interfere.

Lin Qian’s position didn’t change. His expression was defensive, positioned so he could release his strongest attack at any time. In a deep voice, he asked, “Elder’s cultivation is astounding. But why would you not let others see your true face?”

Pu Yao stared at Lin Qian, the mirth on his face even thicker, “Little friend, I don’t have time to play with you today. But don’t worry, we will meet if there is a chance in the future.” Nonsensically, he threw down, “So interesting! Ha ha!”

Before the words landed, a ball of flame rose from his feet.

Lin Qian was first taken back and then shouted, “Elder, wait!”

Disdain appeared in Pu Yao’s eyes. In the blink of an eye, he disappeared in the air.

It was like Lin Qian was released from a heavy weight. He stood in his original spot. Only now did he realize, that without noticing, his back was wet with sweat. How long has it been since he had been as nervous as this?

Suddenly, his expression flickered and he disappeared in the wind.

Just after Lin Qian disappeared, a group of people arrived at the location. It was a group clothed in black wearing masks. The person at the front suddenly came to the spot that Pu Yao had been standing and touched the ground with his hand, the patch of ground didn’t seem different at all, “We’re not wrong!”

The short words were filled with joy. But then he said in irritation, “It is a pity we’re late!”

The crowd of black clothed people shifted in response but no one spoke.

“This one has always been curious. What are you searching for?”

A light voice landed in the ears of this crowd of black clothed people like lightning on a clear day. The expression of all those people changed as they turned quickly.

A white clothed Lin Qian raised his feet and, step by step, neared them, “Can you tell me, who the elder that was just here really is?”

His expression was indifferent, but between his brows, the sword essence was thick.

Translator Ramblings: How’s that for a victory? If this was Wu Kong Sword Sect’s elders… … (hee hee)

It didn’t matter if Zuo Mo gave his true identity or denied it. Even if Pu Yao hid the beads, the jindan wouldn’t have cared. They would either kill him, capture him and torture him, and along the way, damage Wu Kong Sword Sect since the outsiders come from sects way more powerful than Wu Kong Sword Sect.

It’s unlikely they would have gone “Oh, wrong person, you can go.” Rather, it would be “Oh, wrong person,” *smash*. One dead Zuo Mo.