Chapter 298: Escape

Translator: Tim Editor: Fish Creek

Earth-level martial artists were much stronger and faster than black-level. Ye Mo could easily kill black-level opponents, but he was struggling with the earth-level fighters' coordinated attacks. Besides the old man he killed, two of the five attacking him were intermediate-stage earth-level martial artists. Although Ye Mo had recalled his flying sword, he was still a step behind. The flying sword stopped three attackers, but not the other two.

Ye Mo used a wind blade on a black-level fighter while simultaneously punching the back of an earth-level fighter's sword. The earth-level fighter retaliated, forcing Ye Mo to retreat a few steps. He then saw Ye Mo kill the black-level fighter with a wind blade. Although he didn't know what projectile Ye Mo used, it was clearly very powerful.

Ye Mo took a breath and, without hesitation, unleashed multiple wind blades while swiftly hurling his flying sword at the retreating earth-level fighter. The moment that earth-level fighter was struck, he sensed that Ye Mo's inner qi wasn't much stronger than his own, but his flying sword and that invisible projectile were exceptionally powerful.

Seeing the flying sword approaching again, fear gripped him. He quickly shouted, "Stop! Do you really want to kill everyone? We're from the He Liu sect, one of the six major sects of the hidden sects. You offend us, and there will be nowhere to run. You won't even have a place to be buried."

As he spoke, he dodged the flying sword. Ye Mo's guess was correct: once they understood the flying sword's capabilities, killing earth-level fighters would take longer.

Slash! Ye Mo used a wind blade to kill two more, leaving one earth-level fighter remaining. Those two earth-level fighters, now aware of Ye Mo's flying sword's properties, began fighting together to counter him. Ye Mo had expended a significant amount of spirit chi, his flying sword was slowing down, and he couldn't effectively engage them.

Desperation filled Ye Mo's heart. He needed to kill these two quickly and escape. Otherwise, more people would arrive, diminishing his chances of survival. If the hidden sect weren't so threatening, the police outside might have already intervened.

His spirit chi was rapidly depleting. If he hadn't spent two hours underground, he might have lasted longer. Now, although the two earth-level fighters were struggling against his flying sword, he couldn't kill them. This fueled his desperation.

"Stop! Reclaim your flying sword. If you continue, my sect swears to annihilate your family!"

The other earth-level fighter didn't know Ye Mo was low on spirit chi; he only knew that if they continued, they would be killed.

Despite his pale face, Ye Mo sneered, "I'm not afraid of threats. Die."

Then, Ye Mo spat out a mouthful of essence blood. His flying sword accelerated, made a sharp turn, and sliced through their necks. Blood spurted like a fountain, and the two earth-level fighters died. Ye Mo stumbled, having burned his essence blood to kill them and reaching the limit of his strength.

Although the aftereffects of burning essence blood were significant, if he hadn't done so, he might have been the one to die. Ye Mo stumbled forward, knowing he had to leave immediately. He extended his spirit sense 100 meters and saw several more vehicles approaching. They didn't look like ordinary men.

Ye Mo quickly picked up the weapons on the ground, ignoring the pain in his meridians, and threw several fireballs to burn the bodies. This would delay the He Liu sect from learning of their men's deaths. But simultaneously, a surge of danger emanated from behind him. Ye Mo was unable to dodge because he was completely depleted of spirit chi.

The punch landed squarely on his heart, and Ye Mo spat out blood. He looked back and saw the old man he had initially killed, a vicious smile on his face. This old man, even with a flying sword piercing his heart, wasn't completely dead. His tenacity was remarkable. Without hesitation, Ye Mo threw several more fireballs, using almost all his remaining spirit chi. He didn't even dare to look to see if the bodies were burned. He struggled and climbed over the wall.

Although Ye Mo's invisibility was useless against ancient martial arts masters, it was sufficient to conceal him from ordinary people securing the estate.

…

"I smell blood," a police officer said strangely.

The person beside him immediately made a silencing gesture: "This isn't ordinary. We should just follow orders from above. Don't say anything you shouldn't."

Ye Mo was shocked. Although invisible, the bloody scent clung to him.

Luckily, these two officers didn't intend to investigate further. Exhausted, he quickly disappeared.

As soon as Ye Mo left, seven or eight more martial artists charged into the backyard.

"Martial brother, the He Liu sect people arrived first, right? Why don't I see them?" A pretty girl walked around, frowning.

"Did they already leave?" The middle-aged man, the martial brother, didn't respond, but another young man continued.

The middle-aged man closed his eyes, then opened them and said, "Possible, but the area outside has been secured by the government. If anyone left, we'd know, but we haven't heard anything. Do you smell burning?"

"Yeah, there is a smell. Hmm, and blood here," the young man, meticulous, quickly found blood droplets on the ground.

The middle-aged man squatted down, examining them: "Search this place and the well immediately."

…

Ye Mo desperately wanted to flee Liang Pu, but knew he was weaker than a normal person.

To avoid the smell of blood, Ye Mo went to a shopping mall and changed his clothes. Then, he hid in the back of a pickup truck, not daring to move. This was because he saw more and more masters rushing into Liang Pu. Helicopters even circled overhead.

A young man wearing earrings entered, carrying a box of wine. He opened the back door, preparing to place the wine inside. Ye Mo used his invisibility and slipped in to hide.

Just as the young man was about to close the compartment, Ye Mo felt a wave of dizziness and nearly fell asleep.

The car started moving. Ye Mo knew he couldn't sleep. Though fatigued, he knew the car had been moving for a while and stopped at a highway toll station. Inspectors were present, but Ye Mo wasn't worried. Although his spirit chi was almost gone, he could still pass through the checkpoint. He feared these people might search the car. His invisibility lasted only a few seconds.

But Ye Mo soon realized he was overthinking. The young man clearly had connections. He yelled a few sentences, and the workers let him pass without even opening the back of the truck.

Ye Mo felt relieved. No matter how powerful the hidden sects were, they couldn't control everything. The workers clearly felt it unwise to antagonize the young man. They'd rather ignore their superiors' orders than offend someone who could cause them trouble at any time. Ignoring orders was acceptable, but offending this young master might cost them their jobs.

Ye Mo felt gratitude towards this young man. Without him, escaping Liang Pu would have been extremely difficult, possibly even impossible, given the ensuing chaos.

The car sped along the highway out of Liang Pu, and Ye Mo completely relaxed.

The blood coral was far more important than the blue flower blue leaf grass to these ancient martial artists, as it enabled them to ascend to the great heaven state. However, in Ye Mo's heart, the blood coral was far less valuable than a mature blue flower blue leaf grass. He could use the blood coral now, but his blue flower blue leaf grass was still immature. At this stage, the blood coral was still more valuable to Ye Mo.

After relaxing, Ye Mo fell asleep. He had severe internal injuries and depleted spirit chi.

When he awoke, the car was parked outside a bar. It was dark; he had likely slept for seven or eight hours.

Ye Mo scanned his spirit sense and found no suspicious individuals. He pocketed the box of wine. Though the young man saved his life, he had little money left. The wine wasn't bad; he'd borrow it for a drink.

Ye Mo opened the back door. He focused his spirit chi, but there was no response. If he hadn't slept, getting up might have been impossible. That final punch from the old man had been devastating.