Chapter 593 - 484: You of Tushan Really Have Manners

The man in black silently suppressed his aura and stepped into the courtyard without a sound.

The door was gently pushed open. Darkness flooded in through the crack like a tide, dyeing the room a murky black.

His gaze locked onto the sleeping figure on the bed as he approached, his steps steady.

Raising his longsword, the man in black suddenly struck, stabbing viciously toward Xiao Mo’s heart!

The tip of the sword effortlessly pierced Xiao Mo’s flesh. The sensation of breaking skin was distinct, and blood splattered.

With a twist of his wrist, he churned the blade inside the wound, simultaneously pouring Spiritual Power into it.

BANG!

With a loud explosion, Xiao Mo’s body on the bed suddenly burst apart, dissolving into a mist of blood.

’He’s dead... just like that?’

A flicker of doubt crossed the man’s mind.

The target had died too easily. The job was done too quickly—so quickly that he felt a nagging sense that something was wrong.

But he truly couldn’t sense any sign of life in the room. His surroundings were as silent as ever.

However, just as he sheathed his longsword and prepared to turn and leave...

The man who had just been lying on the bed reappeared before him.

"Logically speaking, I haven’t made any enemies. Why would you want to kill me?"

Xiao Mo watched him with a calm expression, his tone devoid of anger. It was as if he were merely asking about a trivial matter, simply seeking an answer.

The man in black didn’t respond. He stamped his foot, and his sword shot out again, aiming straight for Xiao Mo’s throat.

Xiao Mo raised a hand and formed a seal.

In an instant, bamboo leaves in the courtyard drifted up, gathering before him to form a verdant green barrier that firmly blocked the sword’s tip.

Then, the leaves swirled, winding their way up the blade. They gradually covered the entire longsword and even began to creep up the assassin’s arm.

The man in black’s heart tightened. With a sharp flick of his wrist, he unleashed a burst of Spiritual Power, scattering all the leaves.

But in that split second, the scattered leaves suddenly transformed into long, green serpents. They raised their heads, flicked their tongues, and lunged at him.

The man in black smashed through the window.

But behind him, the bamboo leaves gathered once more, forming several emerald chains that slithered after him like living things, trying to bind him tightly.

At the same time, sharp Wind Blades swept in from all directions, whistling as they closed in on him.

In the night sky, the leisurely drifting white clouds suddenly froze. They then transformed into one snow-white longsword after another, hanging in the air before hurtling down, stabbing fiercely toward the man in black.

’What kind of Technique is this?’

The man in black’s brow furrowed, his heart filled with shock and uncertainty.

He had killed countless people but had never seen such methods. It was as if the world itself was at his command—every blade of grass, every wisp of wind, even the clouds in the sky could become a weapon!

"Begone!"

The man in black roared, and the Sword Qi around him erupted, shattering the approaching Wind Blades.

He knew he couldn’t keep testing the waters. This person was unfathomable; he had to use his full strength.

The man in black immediately executed his Sword Formulas. His longsword split into two, then four, and in an instant, countless sword phantoms materialized before him, forming ring after ring of menacing sword-wheels, layered upon each other, their cold light glinting.

"Die!"

He pointed his longsword forward. Over a thousand sword phantoms responded, forming four vast rivers of swords that surged toward Xiao Mo from the north, south, east, and west.

Faced with such a fierce assault, Xiao Mo’s expression remained as calm as still water, showing not a hint of panic.

He took a step forward, and the bamboo leaves at his feet moved with his will.

In an instant, the leaves also formed four verdant rivers of swords, rushing to meet the opponent’s four rivers head-on.

The rivers of swords collided mid-air. Bamboo leaves fluttered and sword phantoms clashed.

Under the relentless corrosion of the bamboo leaves, the four rivers formed of Sword Qi gradually dimmed and disintegrated.

But the rivers of bamboo leaves continued onward, their momentum undiminished, rushing toward the man in black with fierce killing intent.

Countless swords made of bamboo leaves pierced the man in black’s body. He let out a muffled grunt and fell from mid-air, crashing heavily to the ground.

Xiao Mo slowly approached, casually broke off a bamboo branch, and pointed it at the man’s throat. "I’ll ask you again, why did you try to kill me? Or rather, who wants me dead? Tell me clearly, and I might spare your life."

"Hehehe..."

The man in black let out a low, cold laugh, a ruthless glint in his eyes.

Unexpectedly, he spat a cold gleam from his mouth.

Xiao Mo couldn’t dodge in time. In an instant, a miniature Flying Sword pierced the center of his brow.

Xiao Mo’s gaze suddenly went vacant. His pupils lost focus, and his body went limp, collapsing to the ground.

The man in black stared at the figure on the ground, gasping for breath, a faint smile appearing on his lips.

However, just as he thought he had finally succeeded, the body of Xiao Mo on the ground gradually turned transparent before vanishing into nothingness, dissipating into the night.

"Third time’s the charm. This is your last chance. Why are you trying to kill me?"

The familiar voice came slowly from behind the man in black.

The man in black shuddered and whirled around.

Xiao Mo stood there, completely unscathed, his expression as calm as ever, as if none of what had just happened had ever occurred.

"How is this possible..."

The man in black’s eyes widened. He stared at the person before him, his voice filled with disbelief.

’Twice!’

’He had clearly killed him twice!’

But his target kept reappearing before him, perfectly fine.

Realizing the situation was impossible, he made a swift decision to retreat first and plan his next move after securing his own life.

But just as he was about to pull back, the ground beneath him suddenly shook violently, and the earth churned.

In an instant, the dirt enveloped him, trapping his limbs and leaving only his head exposed.

"Since you refuse to talk, I have no other choice."

Xiao Mo walked up slowly. He raised his hand, gently touched his fingertip to the man’s forehead, and began a soul search.

’He hadn’t wanted to use a soul search technique.’

’Assassins like this were certain to have a restriction on their Divine Soul. If I accidentally trigger it, he might be utterly destroyed, body and soul, and the trail would go cold.’

Sure enough, the moment Xiao Mo’s Divine Sense entered the man’s mind, he detected something unusual.

Deep within the man’s mind, there was indeed a formidable Divine Soul Restriction.

Xiao Mo focused his mind, a faint light flickering at his fingertip as he began trying to undo the restriction.

Time ticked by, and a fine layer of sweat beaded on Xiao Mo’s forehead.

However, just as he was halfway through breaking the restriction—

Xiao Mo’s focus suddenly sharpened.

The Divine Soul Restriction in the man’s mind had suddenly transformed!

’Not good!’

In reality, Xiao Mo’s eyes snapped open. He retreated swiftly, instantly putting distance between himself and the man in black.

The great battle just now had all been fake.

The moment the man in black had entered the room, he had actually fallen into Xiao Mo’s Illusion Technique.

And just as Xiao Mo pulled away, the man in black, still trapped in the Illusion Technique, let out a bloodcurdling scream.

Immediately after, his entire body spontaneously combusted. Flames erupted, and in the blink of an eye, he was reduced to a pile of ash that scattered in the wind.

Xiao Mo stared fixedly at the pile of ashes, his brow furrowed and his expression grim.

’The Upper Three Realms?’

Xiao Mo muttered to himself.

’Only Upper Three Realms Cultivators who are masters of the Divine Soul could place such a dynamic restriction.’

’Could it be... Chen Jue wants me dead?’

The thought crossed Xiao Mo’s mind.

However, he quickly dismissed the idea.

His conflict with Chen Jue had happened years ago.

If Chen Jue had truly wanted to act, he would have done so long ago. Why wait until now?

Not to mention, he wouldn’t dare to kill someone within the grounds of Cold Mountain Academy.

’But if not Chen Jue, then who could it be?’

...

「Meanwhile.」

In a courtyard on the main peak of Cold Mountain Academy.

Cun Caiguang, the Academy Director of Cold Mountain Academy, looked at the emissary before him and couldn’t help but sigh.

"To come and give a heads-up before a murder..."

"You people from Tushan certainly have a unique sense of courtesy!"