Martial Arts Escort System: I Got A Maxed Level Divine Technique From The Beginning

Chapter 56: Chapter 56 Blood Transformation Divine Skill Chapter 56: Chapter 56 Blood Transformation Divine Skill Editor: Atlas Studios The ugly gentleman Luo Zhen narrated this series of events eloquently.

Su Mo listened with an unchanged expression, but his heart was already pounding like a drum.

Liu Suifeng had sustained heavy injuries?

Righteous and evil factions came knocking at the same time!

Yet, whether righteous or evil, not a single one left…

If that was truly the case, then what on earth is happening inside Yuliu Manor?

Who’s responsible for these severed heads?

Seeing the ugly gentleman Luo Zhen speak with clear logic and reason, seemingly not fabricating stories on the whim.

Nevertheless, Su Mo still coldly snorted: “How prestigious is Yuliu Manor? How could Liu Suifeng have suffered heavy injuries? Are you, senior, trying to deceive this junior with false tales?”

“You, young man, where is your respect for Jianghu morality? You readily curse and strike at your elders; who would dare deceive you? The letter that my friend sent to me, I still carry with me.”

As he spoke, he truly reached into his chest pocket and took out a letter to give to Su Mo.

“Hold on, senior, open it yourself and spread it out for me to see.”

Su Mo wouldn’t accept such an origin-uncertain item; such tricks of poison hidden in letters were not uncommon in dramas.

“You are rather cautious.”

Left with no choice, Luo Zhen pulled out the letter, unfolded it, then held it out for Su Mo to see.

Under the moonlight, Su Mo quickly read through it in one glance.

What was written indeed matched what Luo Zhen had claimed, but whether the content was true or false remained to be debated.

Su Mo was about to say something when Luo Zhen had already spotted the room full of severed heads.

He had just arrived, and upon seeing a corpse at the entrance of Sword Tasting Tower, he thought to come and eavesdrop.

But unexpectedly, before he could get close, Su Mo detected him and pulled him out.

After a brief exchange, without the courage to be distracted and mindful of anything else, knowing Su Mo was not someone to mess with, for he might truly strike…

Only now did he have time to look around.

Upon looking, his heart was struck with terror: “What… What is going on here? Has Yuliu Manor turned into a Demon Cave?”

Seeing his genuine expression, Su Mo slightly shook his head:
“I too have only just arrived and am really unclear about the situation inside.”

Luo Zhen had already begun to search, carefully identifying each severed head and comparing them with the names below, looking for familiar faces.

After a while, he finally breathed a sigh of relief: “Fortunately, my friend isn’t here. Otherwise, after parting two days ago, to meet again in such a state would be a truly pitiful sight. Although according to me he is naturally not as handsome and dashing as I am, he still looks human. If he had turned into what’s here now, that would truly be…”
Speaking up to this point, something suddenly occurred to him and he sharply turned to look at the corpse at the entrance of Sword Tasting Tower.

He had only glanced from afar earlier, but now he had a clear view: “Wang Mangzi?”

Wang Taiheng was indeed a rash man and the ugly gentleman never minced his words, bluntly naming him Wang Mangzi.

As he looked up, he couldn’t help but glance at Su Mo: “Did you kill him?”

“If I had killed him, how would senior still be alive at this moment?”

Su Mo’s mouth twitched.

Luo Zhen shrank his neck even more, and after careful thought, felt there was some truth to Su Mo’s words, yet he still felt a touch of discontent: “These days, the younger generation in Jianghu really has no idea about respecting their elders anymore…”
While mumbling under his breath, he made his way to Wang Taiheng’s corpse.

Looking carefully, his frown deepened.

“How can this be…”
A thought crossed his mind, and suddenly he reached out and pulled open Wang Taiheng’s shirt.

He then saw that on Wang Taiheng’s chest, a distinct palm print was imprinted.

The handprint was deeply imprinted, over half an inch into the flesh; its color was dark as night, and the skin around the palm had curled into lumps, spreading in a spiral pattern across the body.

Su Mo had not anticipated such a move, his brows tightly furrowed: “What is this hand technique?”

“Black Heart Palm.”

Unexpectedly, Luo Zhen blurted this out.

Su Mo gave Luo Zhen a strange look.

But Luo Zhen seemed far from jesting, his expression fluctuating: “How could it be this skill? The Youquan Sect has never been active in this southwestern region, could it be…”

With that thought, he abruptly turned to look at Su Mo.

But he saw that Su Mo had, at some point, put on the deer skin gloves, and without hesitation, he dragged Wang Taiheng’s corpse back toward him, then unthinkingly headed for the second floor.

It was then Luo Zhen seemed to awaken from a trance, hastily following Su Mo’s steps.

However, just as Su Mo reached the entrance to the second-floor staircase, he stopped, tilted his head to listen for a moment, and then leaped upstairs.

His gaze swept through the interior of the second floor, which was filled with shelves, sparsely arranged with human heads.

“What’s the matter?”

Luo Zhen hurriedly asked in a hushed voice.

Su Mo shook his head slightly, not saying much, surmising that the scholar he’d seen before must have been the one known as the Poisonous Scholar Ye Yichen, listed on the shelves.

Su Mo had witnessed him entering the Sword Tasting Tower through a second-floor window.

But now the man had disappeared.

Not just on the second floor; the entire Sword Tasting Tower was peacefully silent, without the slightest stir.

Yet this was not the time to delve into this issue. He arrived at the window, pushed it open to reveal a slit, and saw two figures flying through the air.

The one in the lead was not just anybody; he was a Blade user from the Heavenly Blade Sect.

The shelf said the two were outcasts of the Heavenly Blade Sect, one named Jiang Jiuge, the other Jiang Jiuchou.

Su Mo could not distinguish which one was which.

The one in pursuit was none other than Liu Qingkong.

He saw that the Blade user, without waiting to land, suddenly turned and flicked his blade, and a streak of Blade Light abruptly tore through the wind.

Liu Qingkong, at this moment, seemed completely transformed from before.

His sleeves swirling, his entire body was enshrouded in a blood-colored True Qi, and the Blade Light that approached vanished into thin air.

The Blade user was not surprised; as soon as his toes touched the ground, he leapt forward, blades flashing, energy sweeping all around.

The blade technique of the Heavenly Blade Sect, when executed, was truly magnificent, with the ground occasionally scarred by the passing of Blade Qi.

Nevertheless, Liu Qingkong, with one hand behind his back, let the Blade Qi slash and cleave beside him without ever being grazed by it.

All of a sudden, Liu Qingkong reached out with one hand, his blood-colored Qi swirling into claws, and firmly grasped the blade of the Blade user.

Despite being merely flesh and bone, his bare hand caught the blade, and the air itself seemed to ring with the sound of metal striking metal.

A wisp of blood-colored Qi twined upwards; the Blade user’s expression unchanged, still stoic as carved wood, but the bluestones beneath his feet shattered into gravel, showing the pinnacle of his Inner Strength.

And at that moment, the blade edge, covered with the blood-colored Qi, began to decay rapidly, followed by an inevitable collapse.

The Blade user’s eyes drastically shifted, but even at this juncture, he did not let go of the handle, merely retreating.

He wished to retreat, but would Liu Qingkong allow it?

With True Qi swirling around his claws, he pressed towards the Blade user’s face.

“Blood Transformation Divine Skill!”

Su Mo heard Luo Zhen’s voice beside him, with a slight tremble.

Yet he did not turn to look at him, but instead looked towards the sky, where he saw a streak of blood-colored blade light suddenly descend from above, aiming directly for the palm of Liu Qingkong’s hand.

The one who made this strike was not the other Blade user from the Heavenly Blade Sect, but the woman who always looked at him with a half-smile…

The name on the shelf must be hers… the Blood Mandarin Duck Saber, Ling Hongxia!