Grandmaster Zhou was well-regarded in the expert world. Because many witnessed Grandmaster Zhou using a flying sword to wound Kaskk, they imagined how the glorious fight between Grandmaster Zhou and the two demons went down.
How else could the two demons just vanish if not from Grandmaster Zhou’s timely intervention?
Chief Yao Changsheng didn’t care about worldly matters, and the only one more renown than him was none other than Zhou Mengxian.
The first on the Heaven Board, dressed in white and riding a flying sword. He was the undisputed number one expert of China.
Grandmaster Zhou was in Feng City, staying in Li Mo’s Empress Restaurant while Luo Yingying sent his letter.
Zhou Mengxian took the best room in the building. When Li Mo entered, he saw three familiar faces.
First was Zhang Ding, the one who trapped Ye Xiaolu’s soul and used Mt. Mao Art. He was standing behind Grandmaster Zhou, but his face changed into that of hatred at Li Mo’s presence.
The second familiar face stood on Zhang Ding’s left. The looks were foreign, but the soul signature made it clear who this person was. He was Su Mingyuan Li Mo had killed time and timed again.
Su Mingyuan’s survival gave him quite the surprise, praising a soul cultivator’s ability to keep his life.
The universe was teeming with countless cultivation methods in the millions. Yet pertaining soul cultivators, there were less than a hundred. This was enough proof to show how rare they were.
In any case, a cultivation method was only for support. When it came to cultivating the soul, one had to have a certain inclination towards it.
Li Mo had none, nor Zhou Mengxian. Only Su Mingyuan had.
Su Mingyuan met Li Mo’s eyes, but only for a second, before lowering his head in fear.
The third person Li Mo recognized was a short-haired belle with a hot bod. This was his first time seeing her but he saw a ‘fascinating soul’ within her.
The lass who tried sneak attacking him on the train had the same soul this hottie had.
Zhang Ding snorted, “How can you not kneel before master?”
Zhang Ding just recently came under Zhou Mengxian’s tutelage. As for Luo Yingying, he had yet to be accepted since Zhou Mengxian found his constitution too laking.
Li Mo eyed Zhang Ding, “We haven’t seen in ages yet why is the undead qi around you so thin? Where’s the undead king protecting you? Dead, perhaps?”
Zhou Mengxian shuddered, looking at Zhou Mengxian without knowing.
Zhou Mengxian laughed, “No wonder you have such good eyes when you have the Celestial Eye. Your constitution is average, but the Celestial Eye qualifies you to be my legacy disciple!”
The belle shouted, “You will become master’s disciple so why are you standing there lost?”
“I only have one master, the ancient and Great God Pangu. Lass, you have quite a rare constitution on you, and a sharp tongue. Why don’t you come under my wing?”
The woman’s face changed.
Zhou Mengxian said, “With the Celestial Eye, no matter what form you take, he can tell who you are from your soul.”
Zhou Mengxian walked to Li Mo with his hands behind him, “Li Mo, you killed eight of my disciples. Reason dictates I should return this debt, but this immortal cherishes talent. So I decide to take the high road. As long as you accept me, I will forget all your indiscretions and even impart you with the Everlasting Art.”
Su Mingyuan gathered his courage and shouted, “What’s with that look? Kneel!”
Li Mo simply punched, popping Su Mingyuan’s head and cutting his life short.
This time he was gone for good. With Li Mo killing him so many times, he relied on other bodies to come back. But with how weak his soul was, he had no way of returning.
With the destruction of his head, Su Mingyuan’s soul scattered into smoke.
Clang!
Li Mo Empress Restaurant’s CEO Chen Zhengzhong just crossed the door with his famous recipe in hand, when the gory sight scared him silly.
Zhou Mengxian laughed, “Brat, I thought of sparing you for your Celestial Eye, but it seems you take me for nobody to even kill my disciple in my presence!”
Zhou Mengxian flicked, and a reddish flash pierced at Li Mo.
Zhou Mengxian knew not only Everlasting Art, but was once a disciple under Mount Shu faction, learning the deadly flying sword art.
Clank~
Li Mo relied on his trusty fists to block the sword attacks. When Zhou Mengxian called it back, it was a wobbling mess.
“What are you made of?” Zhou Mengxian cried.
His sword was made from lithe silver essence. It was not only rare but very much hard. Zhou Mengxian had spent a hundred years refining this sword.
Was this a joke? How could a pair of fists twist a lithe silver essence sword? What body could evee be so tough?
“Brat, this immortal has made a mistake it seems. You not only have the Celestial Eye but a dauntless body as well. You and I are connected by destiny!
“This is your last chance. Kneel or die!”
Zhou Mengxian shouted, and six swords of different colors floated behind him.
Red, orange, yellow, green, cyan, blue, violet. These seven flying swords were Zhou Mengxian’s real power!
“If I use all my swords, you will certainly die!
“Will you kneel?” Zhou Mengxian barked.
“Master, why waste time on him? Just finish him!” Zhang Ding shouted.
“Yeah, this guy doesn’t know good from bad. Taking him in will only lead to betrayal!” The belle added.
“Then today it seems I shall lift my ban on killing!!”
Zhou Mengxian nodded and pointed. The seven swords flew at Li Mo.
Whoosh~
The swords flew together, multiplying their power. Li Mo used his trusty fists again to block each attack. But it was soon obvious he was at a disadvantage. With his two fists, he could repel three swords, but the other four attacked from all around him.
Zhang Ding enjoyed his predicament, “Great master, leave his soul to me. I want to make him my eternal slave!“
Just when he was nearing his end, Li Mo shouted and the swords shuddered.
He used this chance to grab all the swords in his palm.
The swords wiggled but couldn’t escape his grip.
“You used living being to refine this spiritual swords. Zhou Mengxian, your sins condemn you!”
Li Mo used the Earth Fist and smashed the seven swords.
The flying swords lost their spirituality and rested quietly in his hand.
