Martial Arts Escort System: I Got A Maxed Level Divine Technique From The Beginning-Chapter 90: The 13 Lethal Swords

Between people, the transference of joy and suffering simply doesn’t exist.

Just as no one can imagine, at this moment, the terrible torment the three commanders of Xuehai Department are enduring.

In their eyes, they have lost the entire world.

Only a sword remains.

A sword that could take their lives at any moment, but paradoxically does not.

The Demon Technique that they once brandished recklessly possessed the power to move heaven and earth, rapidly healing wounds by taking the lives of fellow Youquan Sect disciples.

However... who would care?

The martial arts of Youquan Sect have always been about overpowering the lower ranks.

The inferior are always the ants.

They could treat the common disciples of Youquan Sect this way, and the Second Master could similarly treat them.

Seated high above, the Youquan Sect Hierarch naturally could take and demand anything from all the sect’s disciples.

In their view, this was just how things worked.

Even more so, they believed that this was an opportunity to dedicate themselves to their divine sect.

From now on, my life is theirs, and their life is for the sect.

That is why they said, "Youming Immortal, Netherworld Never Dries."

In a sense, the Youquan Scripture really connected the entire Youquan Sect from top to bottom into one entity.

They are not terrified by this, instead, they are proud and content.

Yet today... this proud and self-satisfied Demon Technique did not offer them the slightest safety.

Even when deployed with full power, it only acted as a tool to keep them clinging to life.

All because of the sword before them that made heaven and earth lose their color.

The three of them did not know how long they had been enduring, or what parts they might be missing from their bodies.

It might be an arm, a leg, a palm, or maybe a nose or ears.

Each sword from Su Mo took another part from their bodies.

Yet, he precisely controlled not to take their lives.

Su Mo hoped to execute the Fifteenth Sword, as he did not know if he would ever get such a good opportunity again.

And the Three Commanders... they just wanted to live.

Indeed, without exaggeration, they had never understood, until this moment, what... Youquan truly was!

It seemed they were in a dark, endless environment, enduring torture from all sides, which felt like millions of years.

Finally, Su Mo smiled.

With this faint smile, he struck with another sword.

And this, was the Fifteenth Sword!

The moment Su Mo’s Fifteenth Sword was executed, the Three Commanders suddenly felt that the world before them had become clear again.

It was no longer a muddled killing field.

Apart from the sword, they had no other sensation.

This gave them the impression that they had a chance.

In a battle between life and death, a moment is eternity.

The Three Commanders, as experts of this path, naturally wouldn’t give up any opportunity.

Immediately, the Three Great Demon Techniques were activated, causing disciples in Xuanji Valley to scream endlessly.

This indeed surprised those of the Righteous Path.

How did it happen that in the midst of battle, their opponent simply died?

Suddenly doubting if they had unknowingly trained in some mysterious Demon Technique?

For a brief moment around the Three Commanders, a surging Blood River was mobilized, endlessly circulating around them.

Boiling, it transformed into roaring giant waves.

Wei Ziyi’s pupils contracted:

"Blood Waves Reach the Sky!"

Now the crucial moment had arrived; the Three Commanders mobilized their entire Inner Strength, employing Blood Waves Reach the Sky with the energy of over a hundred Youquan Sect disciples, and swept forth explosively.

But at that moment, Su Mo’s sword thrust out!

This sword was not spectacular.

It didn’t have much Sword Qi.

But it was exceedingly pure.

Pure to the point of simplicity.

So simple it looked like an ordinary stab.

Yet so simply, it pierced through the surging Blood Waves formed by the three great Demon Techniques.

As if, it was not a Blood Wave, nor a special move, just a piece of ordinary red silk.

The sword passed effortlessly, naturally splitting down the middle without any exertion!

Then, this sword moved forward, piercing through the necks of two men.

Yet it was unclear whether it was him who actively pierced through their necks, or if those two had thrust their necks towards the blade, willingly dying by his sword.

Eventually, the blade went through Master Cang Ming’s throat.

Everything was simple, everything was logical.

As if, this was just the most basic principle between heaven and earth.

And this... is the principle of death!

This is the ultimate killing sword, drawn not for any other purpose but to take lives.

"What swordsmanship is this?"

Master Cang Ming hadn’t died immediately; in his eyes, no trace of spirit remained, only a single obsession lingered.

"Death-Defying Thirteen Sword."

Su Mo cracked a smile, "Thank you all for your full cooperation, which finally allowed me to execute this last move."

With this attack, Su Mo was fairly satisfied.

Three days prior, he had delivered the escort task to Liu Suifeng.

The next day, the system finalized the settlement, and what he received was in fact the Death-Defying Thirteen Sword!

The system reward was naturally a sword technique at the peak of perfection.

However, no matter how much Su Mo contemplated it in his mind, it always felt somewhat lacking.

Occasionally using his finger as a sword, he felt even more that it failed to scratch the itch.

He finally realized, he needed an opponent.

Although Xuanji Valley lacked many things, it never lacked opponents.

But these opponents needed to be somewhat capable, only if they could force him to execute all Fifteen Swords, would he grasp the Death-Defying Thirteen Sword completely.

In fact, he believed that if the Xuehai Leader and the Three Commanders joined forces, they would be the best choice.

However, since Liu Suifeng still had some grudges against the Xuehai Leader, Su Mo had no choice but to choose the remaining Three Commanders to test his sword.

Finally, after numerous trials and tribulations, Su Mo executed the strongest Fifteenth Sword.

"Regrettably, it still feels somehow unfinished."

Su Mo sighed. The power of this sword attack was far from fully demonstrated; it merely showed a fraction, at most one or two tenths.

But he also understood that from the Seventh Sword onwards, he had been holding back.

Otherwise, these three wouldn’t have lasted until the Fifteenth Sword; they might have died at the Eighth or Ninth Sword.

Especially with the Fourteenth Sword, Su Mo wasn’t holding back anymore - he was unleashing a sea!

Thus, the ultimate Fifteenth Sword naturally lacked somewhat.

Or rather, the Fifteenth Sword as it was then, was already the limit that the Three Commanders could withstand.

Yet even so, with this technique, Su Mo had fully grasped the essence of the Death-Defying Thirteen Sword in his fingers.

As Su Mo was speaking, he slowly pulled the longsword out of Master Cang Ming’s throat, but at this moment, Master Cang Ming’s still-breathing corpse suddenly shriveled and distorted, turning into a dried corpse in a blink of an eye.

Blood light burst forth from the corpse’s Baihui acupoint, connecting into a line.

Following this line with his eyes, Su Mo saw the Xuehai Leader, who was absorbing this blood essence into himself using the Xuehai Repairing the Heaven manual, then suddenly took flight.

Liu Suifeng’s Sword Qi surged, closely following him.

Su Mo hesitated briefly, then also followed.

Yang Xiaoyun naturally followed Su Mo closely.

Wei Ziyi also wanted to join in the excitement but suddenly turned to look at the sword borrower.

The sword borrower didn’t follow to borrow the sword, instead, he turned and walked out of Xuanji Valley.

"Aren’t you borrowing a sword?"

Wei Ziyi felt as if she had seen a ghost.

Su Mo was unaware, but she knew the commotion this man had caused just to borrow a sword.

The various sects of Dongcheng had already been extremely tolerant of him, yet they were helpless.

The sword borrower paused slightly, glanced back at Wei Ziyi, and cracked a smile, "I have already borrowed it."

"???"

Wei Ziyi was dumbfounded, somewhat confused.

"What I wanted to borrow... was never a sword."

The sword borrower turned around: "Tell him, I owe him a favor. If he ever has the chance to go to Dividing Sword Cliff, I’ll invite him for a drink and personally forge him a fine sword."

As his words fell, an object flew towards Wei Ziyi.

It was a palm-sized small sword, engraved with two characters: Dividing Sword!

"Mo Cang Mountain, Dividing Sword Cliff... You’re from Beichuan Sword Nourishing Hut!?"

Wei Ziyi’s expression drastically changed.

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ps: I’ve thought about it, since the Death-Defying Thirteen Sword has come out, asking for a monthly ticket or recommendation from everyone isn’t too much, right~ Seeking monthly tickets, seeking recommendation tickets~~~~