Chapter 1820 - 667: Meeting? (3)
Su Mo didn’t know who Yu Lingxin referred to with the term "white clothed swordsman" at the time.
However, the first person that came to mind was him.
And ever since Su Mo hadn’t seen this person with Lord Ban Shu and Guo Zhaochen, he had been thoughtful.
Just not knowing where this person was or what his intentions were.
Therefore, when fighting with Sikong Hua Ji and others, he appeared to be going all out.
The purpose was to lure this person in the dark into thinking it was the perfect opportunity to ambush him.
Yet surprisingly, this person was so composed.
Even at that crucial moment, he didn’t launch a sneak attack.
Moreover, Su Mo hadn’t expected Sikong Hua Ji to blow up...
This was simply ridiculous.
A common saying goes that people plan, and heaven accomplishes.
This time, Su Mo truly experienced it.
After two unsuccessful probes and being partially distracted by the Jiufeng Disciples.
Unexpectedly, at this moment, the white clothed swordsman emerged, snatching away the corpse of the Jingxin Hall Master.
The timing couldn’t have been more precise.
In a flash, both have reached the summit of a peak.
Su Mo understood what Bai Mi Peak truly meant.
The path to this mountain peak was filled with hidden pits beneath wild grass and leaves.
If not careful, one could easily fall into them.
Back then, Hua Shiyi probably fell into one of these pits and ended up in the Snake Cave.
It was the most natural trap.
Yet, the white clothed swordsman was quite aware of the ground he walked on.
He wouldn’t fall into it at all.
In no time, he already crossed this area.
Su Mo looked up but frowned slightly.
On the summit, two people were battling.
The battle set off vigorous winds.
Yet the action of the white clothed swordsman surprised Su Mo; he sought a gap to hide in the dark, secretly watching.
Seeing this, Su Mo hid not far from him, also raising his head to watch.
Those who were fighting in the field were indeed Yu Lingxin, Yang Yizhi, and... Shi Shengtian!?
However, it wasn’t these three fighting each other.
Instead, the three were joining hands to confront an old man.
This man appeared frail, with a bent back and wear on his face.
Yet his movements were agile, like a nimble rabbit, while his gestures were steady and upright, showing a masterful demeanor.
His martial arts were so high that Shi Shengtian needed to collaborate with Yang Yizhi and Yu Lingxin just to barely avoid defeat.
Besides, not far away, another person was quietly standing there.
This person in white, though their chest was flat as a mirror, their build appeared petite and exquisite.
Especially their hands, which were dazzlingly white and tender, making one think the owner was a peerless beauty.
Yet looking above the neck, one would be greatly shocked.
A square face, thick eyebrows and large eyes, a dignified appearance, and a patch of blue stubble at the corner of the mouth.
Imagine a two or three-day-old beard that hadn’t been shaven...
No need to say more.
It’s the Blood Lotus Sect Leader.
Except his martial arts were ruined by Su Mo; hence now, he can only stand here, dryly watching.
Just as Su Mo watched up to this point, he saw the white clothed swordsman suddenly take out a hidden weapon from his robe.
With a flick of his wrist, it whooshed straight at the Blood Lotus Sect Leader.
The leader had lost his Inner Strength, his hearing was no longer keen, and he couldn’t foresee someone would sneak attack him.
However, the old man fighting Shi Shengtian suddenly turned around and shielded the leader, reaching out and catching the hidden weapon, then returning it.
The sharp sound of splitting the air echoed like a piercing whistle.
Demonstrating this person’s powerful Inner Strength!
The white clothed swordsman, seeing this, dared not confront it directly, only dodging sideways.
Forgetting, however, about the corpse of the Jingxin Hall Master he was holding.
In this swift move, the hidden weapon would surely strike the corpse.
Stunned, he turned abruptly, shielding the corpse behind, allowing the hidden weapon to strike his own body.
A sudden shock reverberated through him, as the old man lightly shouted:
"Come out."
Reaching out and grabbing, the white clothed swordsman’s body involuntarily flew towards the old man.
The Blood Lotus Sect Leader’s delicate voice sounded at this moment:
"Oh dear, so it’s you, you wicked fellow.
"I thought it was someone envious of my flower face moon appearance, plotting murder...
"Why do you attack me?"
"You’re feigning ignorance!!!"
The white clothed swordsman, hearing this, was momentarily enraged:
"You said... Twelve wouldn’t die!
"You clearly promised... Only then did I agree to work for you.
"Yet Twelve still died, and so tragically!!
"Her head was directly severed by the Nanhai Supreme...
"You know clearly, be it the Jinglong Association, the Imperial Dao, or the Nanhai Supreme, I care nothing for them.
"The only one I care about is her..."
Speaking this, he was almost choked with sobs:
"Why, Lord Dongmen... Why did this happen?"
The old man said nothing, only coldly watching the white clothed swordsman.
The Blood Lotus Sect Leader sneered:
"Who are you to question the Lord?"
"Why did this happen? I also wish to know; I wonder if I have the qualification to question the Lord?"
Su Mo’s voice came at that moment.
Everyone present raised their heads, seeing him already standing in the field without anyone knowing.
Looking up intently at the old man:
"Lord Dongmen?"
The old man, seeing him, smiled slightly:
"You indeed came."
"You deliberately led me here, didn’t you?"
Su Mo sighed:
"I have traveled Jianghu for many years, yet it’s the first time meeting someone like Lord Dongmen.
"You could’ve not shown up today.
"Why did you come here?"
The old man, hearing this, just smiled, gazing at Su Mo, then at the white clothed swordsman, and finally glancing at the Blood Lotus Sect Leader:
"The Sixth and Seventh, died in Nanhai.
"The Eighth, Ninth, and Twelfth... died in Weiyang Palace today.
"Now the Eleventh is here, the Tenth far in Donghuang.
"Jinglong Association’s Longmen Thirteenth Jing, after today, there should be eight gone.
"Between you and me, we ought to meet face to face."
"???"
The Blood Lotus Sect Leader was stunned, his smile suddenly stiffened:
"Lord... It shouldn’t be seven, shouldn’t it?"