Under One Person, your rebellious life has reached the heavens?

Jiang Mo's gaze locked onto the opposing leader, his killing intent sharp, and he spoke bluntly:

"Especially you, your threat is more terrifying than all the other henchmen combined. Although you are not the strongest person I have ever seen, your methods are absolutely extraordinary."

"If we allow you to leave now that we have formed a feud here, it would be like releasing a tiger back into the mountains. If we have any further entanglements in the future, it would be easy for you to kill my disciples, and I will not be able to let you live."

Chapter 144 Assassination Techniques

The two teams, Si Chong and Cheng Zhen, who were lying in the shadows, were seeing Jiang Mo give such a high evaluation of the enemy for the first time. They knew that he had never been so cautious when facing four overseas assassins and two assassination forces.

Especially the phrase "Killing my disciples is as easy as turning one's hand," what kind of threatening power is hidden beneath that old body?

The disciples flanking Si Chong and Cheng Zhen remained motionless. Jiang Mo had already arranged with them that once he made his move, they would simply use flanking fire to disrupt their formation and launch a pincer attack.

The tense atmosphere made many assassins feel uneasy, and they even began to waver in their initial thoughts. Even with firearms and their own skills, could they really be a match for the leader of the Trinity Sect?

The five imposing stone figures exerted a particularly deadly sense of oppression on them, standing like an unbreakable defensive line in front of them. Their bodies were covered in stone armor, as strong as iron towers, and it would be no easy task to shake them.

The old woman's cloudy eyes scrutinized Jiang Mo and the five stone figures repeatedly. Her withered right hand gripped her cane tightly. Hesitant for a moment, mindful of potential casualties in the battle, she still said:

"Master Jiang... is there really no room for negotiation?"

"I promise that from now on, the members of the Myriad Thoughts Hand will not accept any orders related to your Sanyi Sect. Please, for my sake, show some leniency."

Jiang Mo ignored her plea for peace, his entire body smoothly transforming into Qi, and scorching Yang Qi swept through the nearby mountains and forests. A pure and undisguised killing intent shot out from his crimson-gold pupils.

He looked at the old woman and gave her a final urging:

"You only have one chance to make a move. If you fail, you and your henchmen will all be buried here."

The forceful words chilled the old woman to the bone. She sighed softly, not expecting her dead end to come so quickly, and a pang of regret arose in her heart.

Looking at that figure who seemed like a celestial being from the mortal world, even though the old woman was confident in her own superior skills, she still felt powerless.

"This is a real headache, Sect Leader Jiang. No wonder the Tang Clan was unwilling to take your job. It seems they made the right move this time."

"However... since you have driven us to a dead end, then I cannot sit idly by and wait for my death."

The assassins present had been waiting for the old man's words. Instantly, they pulled the triggers, and dense streams of fire shot from the dark muzzles of their guns. Hundreds of bullets rained down, heading straight for Jiang Mo.

"Clang! Clang clang!!"

Jiang Mo manipulated his true qi to condense into a blazing silver hexagonal barrier, blocking the whistling bullets and remaining unmoved despite their attacks.

"Master Jiang, even you would be overwhelmed by the attack of over fifty guns, wouldn't you?"

The old woman's face revealed a chilling murderous aura, her smile both sinister and terrifying: "Let this old woman see you off."

"clatter!"

The next instant, the cane fell to the ground. Before anyone could see what happened, she wielded a sharp, cold-looking iron sword and slashed through the void before them with such speed that even the afterimage was invisible.

"boom!!!"

A terrifying slash instantly disregarded distance and the obstruction of the blazing silver barrier, appearing eerily above the level of Jiang Mo's throat. The sword energy was violent, completely severing the connection between his head and torso.

"Gurgle, gurgle..."

White Qi slowly seeped out from the wound. Although Jiang Mo, who had prepared in advance, was not injured, his killing intent suddenly surged to the extreme.

The old woman's ability seems to be related to space. Her slash just now was completed in an instant, as if she had used a shortcut to travel through or fold space.

Moreover, in addition to the throat, the attacks can also target the heart and brain. Only someone like Jiang Mo, who possesses triple reverse life and complete Qi transformation, can defend against them. If it were a disciple like Si Chong or Cheng Zhen, who has only two levels of Qi transformation, they would probably be beheaded before they could even transform their Qi.

The wound healed instantly, and Jiang Mo's consciousness resonated with the 'thought' residing deep in the stone man's mind. The five enormous creatures, like rampaging killing machines, charged through the gunfire and crashed into the group of assassins.

"Boom!"

These stone figures are powerful and fast, and when they punch down, flesh and blood explode, and assassins who cannot dodge in time are twisted and deformed on the spot.

"kill--!"

Just as they were scrambling to react, two teams lurking in the shadows emerged from the left and right, their heavy machine guns roaring incessantly, wiping out all the assassins scattered along the edge.

"And there's more! Over there, stay away."

"Pfft!!"

Before one of the assassins could finish speaking, a stray bullet pierced his heart. Without even a moment to react, six more bullets pierced his head, killing him instantly.

Jiang Mo was determined to take the leader's life, so he pursued him at top speed, and the other elite troops were unable to stop him.

His right hand was wreathed in lightning, and in an instant he struck the old woman, slapping her down.

"Boom!"

The old woman's body appeared like a mirage; the violent lightning struck nothing but emptiness, while several assassins around her were blasted into charred fragments.

Jiang Mo suddenly turned around and saw the old woman appear five zhang away. Her face was deathly pale and her hands and feet were uncontrollably numb.

"The maximum distance?"

Jiang Mo guessed that the old woman's ability to teleport was limited; if she could teleport further, she would have run away long ago.

"call out!"

Fifteen meters was a short distance for Jiang Mo. He stepped down, his figure moving so fast it was almost like traversing space, and rushed to the old woman's side, giving her no chance to catch her breath, before locking her throat with his five fingers.

"Om."

The old woman was terrified. She used her skills again to dodge the fatal blow. This time, she appeared in the chaotic battlefield, hiding in the crowd, trying to buy some time by sacrificing her subordinates.

"You can't escape."

Jiang Mo waved his hand, and thirty-six white Qi flames appeared behind him, shooting towards the old woman's location like arrows piercing the void.

"Pfft!"

"Pfft!"

Several assassins who noticed the anomaly tried to gather their Qi, but their protective aura was still pierced, and their bodies quickly withered away, turning into wisps of ashes.

Thirty white flames blocked her escape route. The old woman gritted her teeth and fled again. Her Qi was being consumed more and more, and the distance between them slowly decreased to three zhang. Jiang Mo followed her like a shadow, chasing her so hard that she could hardly breathe.

"Boom!"

At the moment of the sixth attack, the old woman's movements faltered slightly, her mind struck as if by lightning, and she was filled with terrifying panic, because a pale white hand was enlarging in her pupils.

"Pfft!"

With five fingers striking her temple, the old woman's body stiffened under the force of splitting stone, her entire head blasted into a bloody mist, leaving her without a complete corpse.

The most powerful assassination technique came to an abrupt end.

Her direct strength wasn't great, but her unpredictable attacks were so sudden that even when Jiang Mo reacted, he didn't have time to dodge. His Qi-transformed throat was even torn open by the sword energy.

The assassins around, witnessing this scene, were terrified and panicked.

The leader they regarded as the strongest could not even last ten rounds against the Trinity Sect Master.

As morale collapsed, the remaining half of the assassins began to flee by any means necessary.

"Thousand Threads - Annihilation!"

Someone decisively laid a poisoned, transparent net along a key route through their own territory, with their comrade covering the rear to buy them time to survive.

However, it was too late. Chengzhen's figure flashed through the forest, chasing from the side at an angle, riding the wind and speeding away, intercepting the assassin from behind and thwarting his wishful thinking.

"Why leave when you've come all this way?"

Chengzhen's face was ashen, and he was ruthless and taciturn. He immediately attacked him, and the wind and thunder roared, each move deadly. In just five rounds, he transformed his qi into a blade and cut his enemy in half at the waist.

Those transparent nets blended perfectly into the night. Several desperate assassins accidentally touched them and were slashed by the sharp hidden lines. The poison seeped into their flesh, causing them to succumb to the poison on the spot, screaming in agony before dying.

"Is that so?"

Chengzhen frowned, his true qi flowing continuously within him, transforming into wind qi, and then releasing dense wind blades to shatter the net that concealed deadly intent.

Meanwhile, Jiang Mo swept across the battlefield, unstoppable wherever he went. No matter how strong or weak the assassins were, they were like weeds to be casually pulled out before him. He treated them all equally, striking one after another.

"boom!"

An old woman's confidant activated a magical artifact, which emitted a protective purple light covering her entire body and surged with lightning energy, but it was still shattered by Jiang Mo's bare hands.

"you.....!"

His expression was one of terror, his internal organs were churning, and blood was trickling from the corner of his mouth. He had suffered a severe backlash after the hard blow, his veins were twitching, his legs were swaying, and he almost lost control of his body.

The protective artifact hanging on his chest was a dark-colored wooden carving of a one-eyed bull's head. After the protective purple light shattered, it became devastated and could no longer be used.

Immediately, the assassin took out two more magical artifacts. One was a ferocious, grayish-white eyeball, about the size of a palm, which floated in mid-air, shooting out a ghostly light and transforming into a rein to restrain Jiang Mo's movements.

The other item was a brownish-yellow bell. When he shook it with his Qi, streaks of black energy appeared, which were clearly the souls sealed inside, rushing towards their target like moths to a flame.

This unassuming man actually possessed three extraordinary magical artifacts.

"So wealthy?"

Witnessing this scene, Jiang Mo deliberately controlled his power, bypassing the encirclement of ghosts and eerie light. At the crucial moment when he was fully activating his magic weapon, he struck him in the abdomen with a palm, causing flames to scatter and burn him to ashes.

Without its user, the one-eyed bull's head, its ferocious eyeballs, and the brown bell dimmed instantly, and Jiang Mo waved them away, taking them to heaven.

Then, his gaze swept across the battlefield.

Those assassins wielding magical weapons to fight against the stone men stood out like firelight in the night.

Jiang Mo launched a hunt, and even though many elites acted in groups, they were still defeated one after another. Not only were their magical artifacts stolen, but they also lost their lives.

As the gunfire subsided and the bullets ran out, Si Chong led his disciples into the battlefield to assist Jiang Mo in trapping some of the remaining survivors.

Soon, the attackers were slaughtered, with less than one in ten surviving, and Jiang Mo even obtained ten magical artifacts.

In the end, amidst terrified pleas for mercy, the stone man's giant fist crashed down, smashing out several pools of gruesome, decaying bones.

Unsurprisingly, Wan Nian Shou followed in the footsteps of Zuiye Sha and Yingzhu Hui, suffering total annihilation.

Chapter 145 Observing Books and Recognizing Talents

After the war, Jiang Mo manipulated the earth energy, causing the ground to collapse and reveal a pit, burying the shattered corpses and turning them into nutrients for the mountains and forests.

The disciples cleaned up the battlefield, taking away any cold weapons and guns they could find.

The battle with the three assassination forces has come to a temporary end. After returning to his sect, Jiang Mo instructed his disciples to bathe and cleanse themselves, washing away the smell of gunpowder and blood.

Despite their resounding victory after two days of continuous fighting, the young disciples still showed signs of fatigue. After receiving Jiang Mo's instructions, they dispersed.

The Qi diagram in the Sutra Repository is guarded by Sichong and Chengzhen.

The next morning, under a blazing light, Jiang Mo awoke by the pool behind the mountain. After a night of meditation, his cultivation had made subtle progress.

Five stone figures stood waiting not far away. They were covered in wounds, having been attacked by various gunfire and hidden weapons during the charge last night. Their thick stone armor was cracked in many places.

Jiang Mo gently beckoned, controlling the stone figure to approach him. His right hand, emanating a brownish-red Qi, caressed the cracks, repairing their structure and restoring them to their normal state.

"It's time to go back."

Jiang Mo used his 'mind' to guide the stone figures to the training ground, while he himself returned to the Scripture Pavilion and went straight to the second floor to search for books about magical artifacts.

A moment later, Jiang Mo found several dusty catalogs of magical artifacts in various corners. He found a quiet window, moved a table and chairs over, brewed tea, and compared the magical artifacts he had confiscated the night before.

"The Ancient Records of a Thousand Weapons..."

Jiang Mo opened the ancient book. It did not contain any information about the author, but it recorded some common magical artifacts from previous dynasties, covering schools of thought from all over the world.

Ten magical artifacts of different shapes were placed on the table. The first one that Jiang Mo picked up and identified was the wooden carving of a one-eyed bull's head. Its surface was intact with no obvious cracks, and the protective purple light it emitted, mixed with the power of lightning, was quite powerful.

Even though Jiang Mo, who possessed the triple rebirth ability, shattered the purple light he had constructed with a single palm strike, the undeniable fact remains that after it took effect, the user was completely saved. Such a strong defense would most likely be unable to penetrate under the baptism of gunfire.

The rustling sound of pages turning filled the air as Jiang Mo meticulously examined each item in the book. Due to its age, many of the ink paintings of artifacts had faded and yellowed, making them difficult to identify.

After a long while, Jiang Mo found the answer on page twenty-six.

"The Kui Niu Shou is a low-level defensive magic weapon forged in imitation of the description in the Classic of Mountains and Seas. Its maker is unknown and its quantity is very small."

A single sentence cannot provide any further information.

Helpless, Jiang Mo gave up and began searching for the next magical artifact.

"The Candlelight Eye is a magical artifact that originated in the Southern Frontier and spread to the Central Plains. The light it releases has a binding effect, continuously reducing the true qi of the person it hits until they become paralyzed and unable to move. It is a low-level auxiliary magical artifact."

According to descriptions in ancient books, the author divided the magical implements in the world into three categories: superior, middle, and inferior. The ancient books record 834 types of inferior magical implements, 146 types of middle-level magical implements, and 20 types of superior magical implements.

Jiang Mo continued flipping through the pages.

"The Soul Refining Bell was made by evil cultivators from the Western Regions. It specializes in attacking the soul. Its demonic sound is deafening. Those who are killed will turn into vengeful spirits and accumulate in the bell. As the number of spirits increases, its power will continue to increase. It is a low-level offensive magic weapon."