Chapter 69: Unhindered Early in the morning, it's still at the inn, Jiang Mo and Lu Jin are about to set off north to carry out the final sweep of Quan Xing. After a night of detailed discussion, Liu Wei told Jiang Mo almost all the information he knew, except for the strongholds that were destroyed in the city, the other eight strongholds, and the secluded location of the former leader of Quan Xing. "Master Jiang, I wish you a smooth journey." "I will keep the person you are looking for a secret for you. After the matter is completed, I will ask Wanxiang Hall to deduce it. Once there is a result, I will inform you as soon as possible." Liu Wei looked respectful and bowed. "Okay, then I'll trouble you, Boss Liu." The two sides exchanged a few brief greetings, and Jiang Mo disappeared into the misty streets in the early morning as Liu Wei watched. Soon, a silver light rose into the sky, from south to north, across many provinces and cities. Wherever it went, a bloody battle broke out. It was an undoubted destruction, and also the most embarrassing moment in the nearly 100 years of rampant power. In just one day, six strongholds were littered with corpses, with more than 200 casualties. The backbone of Quan Xing was completely destroyed by Jiang Mo.
The remaining two places were dispersed and did not suffer any disaster because they received advance summons from the elders of the sect. This deed that shocked the world was soon discovered. As the incident of the death of Quanxing's leader Wu Gensheng yesterday continued to ferment, especially those sects present at Mount Longhu, they all guessed the answer behind it and chose to remain silent. The other sects that did not know the truth also began to wonder which forces the Trinity Sect had joined forces with to achieve such an exaggerated and impressive record. Sunset, dusk. Arriving at the last stronghold, Jiang Mo looked at the desolate and deserted tavern with no one in it and turned around resolutely. "Uncle Master, there are only the Quan Xing elders left. Shall we go there now?" "Correct." Jiang Mo looked at the terminator in the distance. After a day's work, he had killed all the enemies in the world without leaving a single one alive, and he felt a little tired. "Take care of these troubles as soon as possible and go home later, Jin'er." "Well, I'll listen to you, uncle." Lu Jin stared at Jiang Mo's profile. Under the afterglow of the setting sun, he felt that his uncle was as free and unrestrained as the immortals on earth in ancient books. He controls the Qi and rides on the wind, touring heaven and earth, killing one person with one step, and leaving no trace in a thousand miles. If it were placed in ancient times thousands of years ago, I'm afraid it would also be worshipped and revered by the world, right? "Let's go, cheer up." Just when Lu Jin was lost in thought, Jiang Moshuang's hair covered his shoulders, and as soon as he stretched out his five fingers to cast a spell, a cloud of Qi gathered and lifted the two of them up into the sky, then turned into black dots and disappeared into the horizon. Somewhere in a bustling capital, in the backyard of a gambling house. The last few remaining elders of Quan Xing, as well as some elite troops, gathered here and were led by Han Suxiao. "Master Han, many bases have been destroyed. Currently, there are at least 200 casualties. Many of the sect members cannot be contacted."
A man panting rapidly said this in panic. He was a survivor who escaped from a certain stronghold. Fortunately, he was lucky enough to escape in a rickshaw before the encirclement and suppression came. "I know" "Let me take my time. Don't be anxious. The enemy's movements are unclear for now." Han Suxiao was smoking a pipe and also had a headache. He had just come out of seclusion to take over Quan Xing, but the severity of the situation had exceeded his expectations. He had only contacted the disciples in various strongholds last night, preparing for the final bloody battle with the Trinity Sect. Unexpectedly, in just one night, most of the elite troops were wiped out, without even the ability to resist. "Did the Heavenly Master of Mount Longhu, as well as the heads of Wudang and Shangqing, take action? If it's not them, I can't think of anyone who has this ability." The short old man at the side had a solemn expression on his face. He was tormented by an ominous premonition all the time. Now they were like trapped beasts in a cage. All the external information channels were cut off, and they could not predict when the enemy would attack. The old man in white denies his guess, "It's not that simple. Even if the three sects join forces, it can't be done." "Look, the strongholds in Dongli City and Luoyang City are thousands of miles apart, not to mention the other strongholds that have been destroyed. Adding together, the distance is so great that even with the abilities of the Heavenly Master and the old man from Wudang, they can't travel to so many places in one day." Han Suxiao couldn't help but frown, tapping the table with his withered fingers, "So you mean that apart from them, the rest of the decent sects, even the four families, have taken action?" "It's not impossible. The current situation is turbulent, with internal and external troubles. And there's this idiot Wu Gensheng trying to break into the Sanyi Sect. Once Zuo Rutong dies, the other sect masters and heads may feel threatened." The old man in red shirt rubbed his temple, feeling surrounded by enemies, and pondered and analyzed: "This just gives those decent people a suitable excuse. It is undoubtedly the best time to wipe us out." As soon as these words were spoken, Han Suxiao, the two elders, and the dozen or so elite soldiers who had fled and gathered in the backyard all felt the overwhelming despair. Quan Xing is powerful, and it houses the most absurd, cunning, and brutal disciples in the entire world. It is undoubtedly a demon cave with raging flames. No force in the world can compete with it.' But when the time comes for the righteous to unite, they will not have any chance of winning with their strength alone. This has been the case for all of Quanxing throughout the ages, which has been ravaged by the righteous. In other words, Quan Xing is nothing more than a toilet, a place full of filth and dirt to those who follow the righteous path. As long as Quan Xing exists, those who follow the right path will have the qualification to call themselves the righteous side, unite together, and ease and bring each other closer by suppressing Quan Xing. The atmosphere in the backyard of the gambling house was depressing and suffocating, and these evil people vaguely realized that they were at the end of their rope. "How about it, elders, master, let's evacuate the mainland and go overseas to avoid the limelight, what do you think?" Just then, a timid voice came from the corner. The person who was speaking was dressed in luxurious clothes and looked greasy and fat. At this moment, he was sweating profusely and his eyes were filled with fear. Following his proposal, everyone's desire to survive became uncontrollable, and they echoed one after another: "Yes, Master, as long as there is green mountains, there is no fear of running out of firewood." "Now we are the only ones left in the universe. The others are either dead or hiding. The rest are just scraps. Just discard them." Seeing that some of his disciples were interested, the wealthy businessman with a body of fat and flesh struck while the iron was hot and said, "Master, I have merchant ship supplies, navigation maps, and a lot of gold. Whether you go to Japan or other countries, you can establish yourself again." "I beg you and the elders to think about this. It will be too late if we don't leave now." "Yes, Master, we cultivators value life the most. After all the humiliation we have suffered this time, we can go overseas to develop and accumulate strength, and then take revenge on these sects in the future."
"Elder Yi, please persuade the headmaster." Several elders were also helpless. Each of them had suffered at the hands of the Heavenly Master or the head of Wudang. They knew that their strength was not enough to reverse the situation. If they struggled in vain, they would only die. "Brother Han, make a decision." The old man in white spoke earnestly. In his opinion, the choice made by his disciples was no different from that of a stray dog, but it was indeed effective in order to survive. After all, no matter how far the righteous's sphere of influence spreads, it cannot reach overseas. The old man in red shirt and the short old man both meant the same thing. Under everyone's persuasion, even though Han Suxiao was extremely unwilling, he had no choice but to bow to the situation. He exhaled deeply, and under the anxious, expectant, and uneasy gazes of his disciples, he slowly announced: "Everyone present, get ready. We will leave for the dock in half an hour and board a ship to leave the mainland." "Fatty Gu, I'll leave this to you. No mistakes are allowed." Hearing this, the rich businessman's heart suddenly dropped. He wiped the sweat from his forehead and stepped forward to flatter: "Hey! Master, I have prepared the food and money, you can set off now." The demons were relieved and looked happy, without waiting for the elders and Han Suxiao to respond. At this moment, an incongruous sound came from the gate of the courtyard, like the tip of a knife piercing their hearts. "You can't leave." Jiang Mo walked towards him with a smile on his face. He blocked the door, and both he and Lu Jin entered the reverse life state. They came like ghosts, assassinating people all the way, and the corpses of thugs were scattered all over the ground behind them. (End of this chapter)