Chapter 1423: Chapter 541: Zhong Jian Sect Disciples (Part 3)

Xiao He glanced at Su Mo.

The Kunbu of the Eight sects!

Su Mo frowned slightly.

The place guarded by Kunbu was not exactly close to here.

How did they end up coming all the way out here?

As he thought of this, he noticed that pirate leader staring at him, so he couldn’t help but smile:

"Do us a favor and show the way, take us to meet this Boss Guo."

"Y-yes, yes, yes."

The pirate leader kowtowed again and again: "Many thanks, my lord, for sparing my life."

Su Mo neither confirmed nor denied it.

The Sihai Dragon Heads exchanged a look, all thinking, you’re thanking him way too early.

Did you hear our Hall Master say even once from start to finish that he wouldn’t kill you?

After that Su Mo called Song Yuanlong over and gave him a few instructions.

Then he called Yang Xiaoyun, Wei Ziyi, Zhen Xiaoxiao, Old Ma, the sick young master, and Shi Shengtian.

He also picked Xiao He and Cen Beihuan, and twenty Elite Disciples from Dragon King Hall.

And with that, they grandly landed on the island.

Black Island, of course, was anything but peaceful.

Along the way, they occasionally saw bleached bones by the roadside. Su Mo casually chatted with the pirate leader.

This pirate leader called himself Wang Sanhei.

He told Su Mo everything he knew, holding nothing back.

According to him, this Black Island was extremely secret; not many pirates in all Nanhai even knew of it.

So it counted as an extremely safe place.

Because of that, besides pirates, there were also quite a few lone wanderers on Nanhai who had gone into seclusion here.

All just to escape being hunted down.

Boss Guo’s methods were extraordinary—though there was inevitably killing among pirates on the island,

all in all, it was still relatively peaceful.

And as he said this, they saw Wang Sanhei’s expression suddenly light up:

"Boss Guo truly has vast Divine Skills.

"Ever since the Eight sects left this place, experts from all over Nanhai have been arriving on this island.

"Staying here as guests."

"Oh?"

Su Mo raised a brow: "And what are they here for?"

"Well..."

A strange smile appeared at the corner of Wang Sanhei’s mouth:

"Naturally, they’re here for you, Hero Su!"

As he spoke, he suddenly twisted his foot, and with a swish dove straight into the ground.

Su Mo glanced down and saw that a hole had already opened in the ground.

He immediately smiled, lifted a foot and stomped, and the ground boomed with a violent tremor.

Right after, the sound of swish, swish, swish rang out one after another; in just an instant, a whole group of people appeared in the dense forest.

They surrounded Su Mo and his group in a tight ring.

Then an aged voice drifted over:

"Kid over there, are you Su Mo?"

As the crowd parted, seven or eight people stepped out in front of Su Mo.

At their head was an Old Man with a hunched back.

Behind him were several men and women; the older ones walked in front, the younger ones followed behind.

The interesting thing was that all of them were burly types.

Even the women showed no hint of petite Linglong grace; every one of them had a robust build.

Apart from that, every one of them carried a sword on their backs.

Broad, heavy swords, the blades a full half-foot wide, seemingly made to match each person’s size.

There wasn’t a single short person with a sword dragging on the ground.

Only that Old Man bore no sword, just stood with both hands clasped behind his back, sharp light flickering in his eyes as he looked at Su Mo.

Shi Shengtian swept his gaze over them, then sent Su Mo a sound-transmission:

"They’re Zhong Jian sect Disciples. They temper their bodies with heavy swords; each one is strong as an ox.

"The Skill passed down in their sect is quite profound, called the Qianjunlu."

Su Mo nodded slightly and glanced at Shi Shengtian.

He noticed that the old man had put his mask back on.

He couldn’t help being speechless:

"Senior, you’re not planning to show your true face again?"

"That Old Man is called Zhong Ding. I once crossed paths with him twice.

"The first time, I crippled his master.

"The second time, I killed seven elders of the Zhong Jian Sect.

"So that now his sect is in decline; when he goes out to handle matters, he doesn’t even have many people he can use, so he has to drag Disciples along to make up the numbers.

"If he saw my face, he would definitely turn and run. Wouldn’t that be boring?"

"That’s true enough."

Su Mo nodded.

Zhong Ding saw Su Mo’s lips moving and knew he was talking to someone via sound-transmission, so he frowned:

"Brat, this Old Man is talking to you. Are you deaf?"

Su Mo smiled:

"Junior is indeed Su Mo. I greet Senior."

"Good."

Zhong Ding nodded:

"As long as it’s you. This Old Man has been waiting here for you for a full seven days.

"Hand over the Martial God Key and the Martial God Temple map on you, and this Old Man will turn around and leave at once, not staying here a moment longer."

Su Mo glanced at the Zhong Jian sect Disciples around him and couldn’t help but smile:

"Senior came here for the Martial God Key?"

"No shit."

Before Zhong Ding could speak, a middle-aged man at his side had already stepped forward, voice like thunder as he shouted angrily:

"Stop beating around the bush here. Hand over the Martial God Key and we’ll still leave you a way to live today.

"Otherwise...this day next year will be your death anniversary!"

"How formidable."

Su Mo clapped lightly:

"But you people only brought this few with you and dare boast like this—aren’t you looking down on me a bit too much?"

"Hahaha."

Zhong Ding laughed at that:

"You kid made quite the show on Longmu Island, your name spreading all across Nanhai.

"Gao Tianqi even thought highly of you, to the point of making you Young Alliance Leader of the Nanhai Alliance.

"But in the end, you’re still a hot-blooded youngster at heart.

"You think in this Jianghu one can dominate the world with martial arts alone, yet you don’t know...that when it comes to killing people, there are countless methods besides martial arts.

"Now the hour should be about right. Why don’t you all try circulating your Inner Strength a bit and see if it still flows as smoothly as before?

"As your Inner Strength passes through your meridians, is there perhaps unbearable pain?"

Everyone was stunned, a bit taken aback.

Looking at the Zhong Jian Sect people, each one built like an ox and seeming like battle maniacs,

who would have thought that what they had in their heads wasn’t muscle, but Poison schemes?

They instinctively started to circulate their inner breath, and then they heard Xiao He speak:

"My Inner Strength is circulating, smooth and easy...no problem."

Zhong Ding froze:

"Could it be the Poison didn’t take effect...do you feel any pain?"

After he said that, he stared at Xiao He with a face full of hope, just wishing Xiao He would nod.

Xiao He decisively shook his head:

"Not even a little."

"Impossible!!!"

Zhong Ding’s old eyes bulged wide.