Observing Wanfa from the martial arts school servants

Chapter 132 You Don't Understand the Joy of Finishing Off

He brushed the grass clippings and mud stains off his night clothes and covered his face again.

With the activation of the Golden Wings Technique, the two dew-covered cocoons on the soles of his feet were simultaneously activated.

He streaked across the darkness in a golden arc, hurtling towards the back of the Zou family's mountain.

As soon as they reached the main road, they bumped into a Xuanmen disciple who was clutching his chest and staggering as he ran towards them.

The man's Seven Star Demon Eyes robe was torn to shreds, and his left arm hung limply at his side.

There was a deep sword wound on his right thigh, exposing the bone, and blood seeped from between his fingers with every step he took.

A series of crooked, bloody footprints were left on the loess road.

He kept looking back as he ran, his expression one of fear and panic.

Lin Mu used his Golden Wing Technique to turn around and land in front of him, blocking his way.

"What are you looking for?"

The Xuanmen disciple suddenly jumped backward, his heels carving two deep furrows in the yellow earth, his right hand instinctively reaching for the hilt of his sword at his waist.

"I am a disciple of the Xuanmen sect, how dare you touch me?"

Lin Mu did not answer.

He activated the Golden Wings Technique once more, and the two dew-like cocoons on the soles of his feet burst open, transforming him into a golden streak of light as he approached.

Golden light condensed on his right arm into a sharp, curved blade, which he used to slash downwards with the Golden Wing Slash.

The blade grazed the other person's neck.

Blood gushed from between the fingers of the Xuanmen disciple who was clutching his neck. His lips moved, and he managed to squeeze out a few weak and indistinct words.

"You are for—"

Lin Mu flicked away the remaining blood droplets from the Golden Wing Slash and looked down at the other party's slight nod as he lay dying.

"Are you asking me why I killed you?"

"Because I am mortal enemies with the Xuanmen (Taoist sect)."

He smiled slightly, but it looked so ferocious.

The reason they used the Golden Wing Skill to kill people was because it was the Quan family's signature technique.

Even if someone investigates, they'll just assume it was done by the Quan family.

He clapped his hands, preparing to return to the back mountain to lie in ambush, when his Insight technique subconsciously scanned both sides of the official road.

Suddenly, he stopped.

On the earthen slope beside the official road, there was a very inconspicuous depression, in which a hidden wooden door was embedded.

The wooden door was coated with mud that matched the color of the loess soil, and even the gaps were deliberately filled in.

The door was slowly closing at that moment.

A sliver of dark golden light briefly peeked through the crack in the door.

Lin Mu approached silently with his swift, swift steps.

Behind that hidden door was a very cramped secret compartment.

A disciple of the Xuanmen sect was huddled inside.

The man's clothes were relatively neat, and he didn't have many injuries, except for a brand-new sword wound on his shoulder.

It's obvious that they haven't really made any forward advances since the start of the war.

deserter?

Lin Mu stood silently beside the hidden compartment.

He is waiting.

A high-pitched and shrill scream suddenly came from the direction of the back mountain of the Zou family.

The deserter shuddered at the scream and instinctively shrank further into the dark compartment.

Right now.

The Golden Wing Slash was activated once more, and the dark gold blade drew a sharp arc in the morning light.

Strike straight at the opponent's throat.

The deserter reacted faster than he had anticipated.

The moment the blade touched his skin, a thick, rough, dark gold armor suddenly appeared on his neck.

The bloodline of the Ironclad Rhinoceros.

The blade cut half an inch into the armor before being abruptly stopped.

The deserter, like a frightened bird, didn't even have time to confirm Lin Mu's cultivation level before taking the opportunity to roll backward.

He crashed through the hidden wooden door and rolled onto the main road, clutching the shallow bloodstain on his neck, then turned and ran wildly towards the Zou family's house.

Lin Mu activated his Golden Wings Technique, transforming into a golden streak of light as he swept across the official road.

The body-strengthening technique pushed the cocoon of qi in the dantian to its limit, and the two dew-like cocoons on the soles of the feet burst open again.

The speed of the Golden Wing Technique suddenly increased significantly.

When the Golden Wing Slash came down for the second time, the deserter still tried to use the armor on his neck to withstand it.

But this time the chop wasn't aimed at his throat; instead, it passed under his armpit.

Cut the throat from below at an extremely tricky and difficult-to-defend angle.

The Insight Technique revealed a membrane between the Ironclad Rhinoceros Armor, resembling a crab claw, which was a weak point in the armor.

The blade sliced ​​through, and blood spurted out.

The deserter, clutching the bleeding wound on his neck, knelt on the ground, uttering the same question as his fellow disciple.

"Why, why—"

Lin Mu flicked the blood off the blade.

"Because you're too timid, I can't stand it, okay?"

Why are there still so many questions after someone has died?

The deserter's eyes widened to the size of copper bells, and he forced out a final string of incoherent bubbles from his throat.

Lin Mu clapped his hands.

There were no more bargains to be found on the official road this time.

He moved silently with his swift, wind-like steps, carefully returning to the back of the Zou family's mountain, where he found the best rock in terms of view and lay in ambush once more.

On the main battlefield not far away, Elder Quan Xin's Golden Wing Slash was still exchanging blows with Yu Qiubai's Ice Arrow.

The sound of metal clashing against metal caused rubble to fall from the mountainside.

Suddenly, a restrained rustling sound came from not far to the left.

It sounded like cloth rubbing against soil.

Lin Mu held his breath and activated his Insight Technique.

His gaze swept over the bushes inch by inch, not missing a single leaf, branch, or stone.

He discovered an inconspicuous patch of dark green deep within the bushes.

That wasn't the color of leaves; it was the outline of a person.

The man lay on the ground, his robes somehow dyed to match the color of the surrounding grass and trees.

Even his face was covered in dark green grass juice.

If it weren't for the several wounds on his body that were still bleeding, the red of the blood showing a very subtle color difference through the dark green camouflage.

He would probably dodge Lin Mu's perception technique.

Lin Mu's lips curled slightly as he silently reached the side of the bushes, activating the Qi cocoon in his dantian using the Body Tempering Technique.

Then he bent down and suddenly said "Hey" in the man's ear.

The man shuddered violently and instinctively rolled over to his feet.

He thrust a poisoned short blade toward Lin Mu's face.

The Golden Wing Slash descended in response.

The dark gold blade traced a sharp arc in the morning light, precisely slicing into the opponent's throat.

The poisoned blade stopped just inches away from Lin Mu's chest.

The man froze, his eyes wide with disbelief.

The throat was cut open, and blood and foam gushed from the wound.

He opened his mouth, and a muffled, weak sob escaped his throat.

"Why, why—"

Lin Mu flicked the blood off the blade and straightened up.

The rising sun was fully emerging from behind the mountain ridge, bathing half of his face in a dazzling gold.

He pondered for a moment, as if searching for an answer, then a slight smile appeared on his lips: "Because last-hitting is really fun."

Using the morning light, he once again activated his Insight Technique, his gaze sweeping over every shrub, every rock, and every groove carved by sword energy on the hillside, trying to find the next target for finishing him off.

The morning light bathed the hillside in a pale gold hue. On the battlefield, Elder Quanxin's Golden Wing Slash was still clashing with Yu Qiubai's ice arrows, the clanging of metal causing rubble to fall from the mountainside.

Suddenly, his gaze froze.

A golden light was shimmering on the distant mountain ridge.

Each flash left a long, thin golden tail, much like the unique light trail left by the Golden Wings Technique during flight.