Chapter 70

Wang Meng and Suo Ming also realized something was wrong and hurried back to the weapon shop, only to see a scene of chaos.

"Uncle Lin, Xiaoxiu, Aunt Lin..."

Suo Ming shouted, rushing in like a madman, only to see Xiaoxiu's body, her clothes tattered.

Suo Ming hugged Xiaoxiu like a madman, while Wang Meng saw Lin Ying in the corner, his chest completely caved in. The attacker's strength was clearly far beyond his, completely ignoring the physical defenses of a body cultivator.

Wang Meng's eyes emitted a faint light, and he channeled his yuan energy from a distance, causing Lin Ying's body to suddenly jolt.

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

"The Mad Sword Sect... these beasts..."

"Uncle Lin, Uncle Lin, what happened!" Suo Ming rushed over.

Wang Meng stopped Suo Ming, "This is his last moment of clarity. Let Uncle Lin finish speaking."

Lin Ying's face showed a sad smile, "Xiaoxiu took her own life. She... kept her chastity for you. Cough, cough... don't... seek revenge."

Lin Ying's last breath was spent.

Suo Ming's teeth ground together, "Mad Sword Sect, I will never forgive you!"

The news of the thousand-year-old black wood essence being unearthed was deliberately spread by the Mad Sword Sect, who then took the opportunity to raid Tongming City.

Life is full of setbacks, but this was just too damn unfair.

Suo Ming was expected to go mad, but strangely, he quickly calmed down, showing a sad smile, "Boss, a gentleman's revenge can wait ten years. The dead should be respected. Let's give them a proper burial."

Three lonely graves appeared in the wilderness outside the city. Suo Ming seemed unusually calm, squatting there until nightfall.

"Suo Ming, what are you planning?"

"Brother Meng, let's go back to the Holy Hall tomorrow. I'll come back after I've learned some skills."

Under the lone moon in the wilderness, with the distant howls of wolves, everything was desolate. Suo Ming huddled against a tree, perhaps too tired and too sad, and soon fell into a deep sleep.

Time passed slowly, and Wang Meng's breathing gradually became steady, falling into a deep sleep. At this moment, Suo Ming opened his eyes.

"Brother Meng, I'm not a gentleman. I can't wait ten years. I will make them pay with blood!"

Suo Ming whispered, tightly gripping his hammer, which Lin Ying had forged for him.

Mingkong Mountain, the stronghold of the Mad Sword Sect, was a mountain rich in yuan energy. It was still brightly lit with revelry and the screams of women.

Their plan had been a complete success. Except for a few places protected by powerful forces, they had looted the entire Tongming City. With the support of the Ten Thousand Demons Sect, what was there to fear?

At this moment, Suo Ming had already arrived at the foot of Mingkong Mountain, his eyes bloodshot. Every laugh from above felt like a needle piercing his bones. Xiaoxiu's laughter seemed like it was just yesterday, and Uncle Lin was such a good person.

"Beasts of the Mad Sword Sect, come out and die!"

With a mad roar, Suo Ming charged up the mountain with his hammer.

Two Mad Sword Sect disciples immediately rushed out, shouting, "Who are you, daring to cause trouble at the Mad Sword Sect? Are you looking for death!"

"Go to hell!"

Suo Ming's hammer smashed forward, fighting with no regard for his own life. He took two sword wounds but also crushed the heads of the two disciples with his hammer.

He had no intention of returning alive today.

Kill! Kill! Kill!

One kill is enough, two kills are a bonus!

"Congratulations, Hall Master, this great success will surely earn the favor of the Ten Thousand Demons Sect. Your cultivation will surely reach new heights!"

"Brothers, let's toast to the Hall Master!"

Over two hundred Mad Sword Sect disciples raised their cups. The Mad Sword Sect had become a branch of the Ten Thousand Demons Sect, and with their backing, Pao Ba had become more arrogant. Most importantly, with the support of the Ten Thousand Demons Sect's cultivation techniques and elixirs, he had become a significant figure.

What about the Holy Hall and the like? Screw them, burn, kill, and loot!

He and Lin Ying had a grudge. He had wanted to play with his daughter in front of him, but the girl had committed suicide. Still, it was a moment of triumph. Who would dare oppose him in the Tongming region now?

"May the Hall Master's cultivation reach new heights and his power shake the world!"

Pao Ba laughed heartily, just about to drink, when a disciple rushed in.

"Hall Master, someone is attacking the mountain!"

Pao Ba put down his bowl, a cruel smile on his lips, "Oh, someone is delivering a snack. Brothers, let's go see!"

Except for a few new disciples guarding the entrance, the rest of the Mad Sword Sect were celebrating on the mountain. Suo Ming killed a few people and charged up, but was immediately surrounded by over a dozen Mad Sword Sect disciples at the mountain gate.

The disciples surrounded Suo Ming, striking at him from all sides. Suo Ming's eyes were bloodshot as he fought left and right, but these people were not much weaker than him.

"The Hall Master is here!"

The disciples parted to make way, and the mountain gate was brightly lit by hundreds of disciples.

"Where did this reckless brat come from?"

"Pao Ba, your grandmother, I won't let you off even in death!"

As soon as he saw Pao Ba, Suo Ming charged forward like a madman, but was immediately trapped by the Mad Sword Sect's sword formation.

Pao Ba slapped his forehead, "I thought it was someone else. Isn't this the beggar boy Lin Ying picked up? Tsk, tsk, I heard you joined the Holy Hall. What, came back for revenge? Too bad, you're too late. You missed the show. Did you know, Xiaoxiu's bones were so brittle, they snapped with just a pinch."

The Mad Sword Sect disciples burst into laughter. Suo Ming charged forward like a madman, taking several sword wounds without feeling them, still charging forward like a madman.

"Everyone, step back!"

Pao Ba roared, and with a flick of his right hand, a long sword pierced Suo Ming's chest.

"With your skills, you're not even fit to carry my shoes!"

Chanting the sword incantation, a loud explosion sent Suo Ming flying, his chest torn and bloody, unconscious.

Pao Ba's lips curled into a cold smile, "Wake him up. Today, we'll have a snack to go with our wine, a thousand cuts!"

Suddenly, a gust of wind blew, and the torches flickered. A person appeared at the mountain gate.

Wang Meng gently lifted Suo Ming, "You're a cook, not an actor."

Pao Ba was taken aback, stopping the disciples who were about to attack, "Who are you, why get involved in this mess?"

Wang Meng shook his head slightly, "It's been so long since I've felt the urge to kill. Today, you can all die here."

Dragging Suo Ming, whose hand still tightly gripped the hammer, Wang Meng said, "Since you called me 'Boss,' I'll help you avenge this."

"What did he say?" Pao Ba put his hand to his ear.

A disciple immediately bowed, "Boss, this expert said he will kill us all!"

The entire crowd burst into laughter.

"Attack, capture him alive. I want to use his heart for my wine!"

Dozens of disciples' swords slashed at the two, but Wang Meng and Suo Ming's bodies seemed to turn to water, returning to their original form as the swords were withdrawn.