Warrior's Promise

"Kill!"

"Kill him!"

"Don't let him escape!"

The four hall masters of the Netherworld Devil Sect and Yan Tai the First Elder charged at Su Mo together.

They were determined to finish Su Mo this time or he would soon grow too powerful to be removed by anyone, including the sect master himself.

By that time, they would be killed by him.

However, to their surprise, Su Mo had no intention to flee.

Out of the encirclement, Su Mo took the high ground and looked down at the five elders coldly.

The next thing they knew, lights shot out from Su Mo's body and formed three Phantom Avatars at once.

Su Mo hadn't summoned the Phantom Avatar for a long time but the effect was not weakened at all. The power of his Phantom Avatar depended on his physical strength.

In other words, the stronger Su Mo became, the more powerful his Phantom Avatars would be.

Although Su Mo's Phantom Avatar wasn't perfect yet, it could already obtain 70% of his cultivation.

Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!

As soon as the three Phantom Avatars were formed, Su Mo waved his arm, revealing three long swords.

These three long swords were all Imperial Lower divine weapons. The three Phantom Avatars grabbed one each immediately.

Demonic shadows usually bore no weapon. Instead, they would form their blade with the dark force. However, in this way they could not exert their full strength.

Armed with an Imperial Divine Weapon, their power was increased to the next level.

"What? All Imperial Divine Weapons?"

Yan Tai and the four hall masters opened their eyes wide and slowed down without knowing.

What kind of man could bring out three Imperial Divine Weapons at once?

These five men were aware that Su Mo's Emperor Sword was an Imperial Medium Divine Weapon, more powerful and more advanced.

Even Yan Tai and his peers were awfully shocked upon seeing four Imperial Divine Weapons presented together.

Even the Netherworld Holy Sect only had a very small collection of Imperial Divine Weapons. No more than ten. And all of them were of the Imperial Lower rank. They didn't possess a single Imperial Medium Divine Weapon.

"The Firmament Palace is indeed impressive!" Although terribly startled, Yan Tai couldn't afford losing any more time.

The four hall masters made their moves almost at the same time.

"Demonic Cloud Palm!"

"Nineth Nether Lord Fist!"

"Corpse Royal Fist!"

"Shade Devil Claw!"

"Nether Slash!"

Five mighty martial artists each launched their killing technique at Su Mo.

The five strikes merged together, forming an incredibly powerful stream of force that could not be stopped.

The mighty attack and dark force surged like waves of a violent sea with the power to devour everything.

The five of them were giving their absolute best. The four hall masters were further strengthened by their weapon.

Their killing desire was boiling. In their eyes there was greed and evil. Once Su Mo was killed, his Imperial Divine Weapons would be theirs.

Looking down at the five flashes of strikes, Su Mo remained calm.

"Sun Moon Switch!"

Su Mo chanted quietly during his next breath and performed the third move of the Grand Firmament Swordplay, the Sun Moon Switch.

As his sword slashed out, dazzling sword qi flew across the sky, cutting down from the nine heavens.

A vague shadow came along with the sword qi where heaven and earth were reversed and the sun and the moon were spinning to the wrong direction. Strangely amazing.

Su Mo's Grand Firmament Swordplay was barely at the beginner's level. Even so, this Imperial Upper martial arts technique was already insanely powerful.

Su Mo's attack aimed at Yan Tai's Demonic Cloud Palm and the Yama Hall Master's Nether Slash.

At the same time, the three Phantom Avatars acted in one accord and also performed the Grand Firmament Swordplay to engage the other three attacks.

The Phantom Avatars were formed by Su Mo's dark force and controled by Su Mo's will. Of course they would use the Grand Firmament Swordplay.

Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!

The power of these four beams of sword qi was on par with the enemy's five strikes, imposing and terrifying.

In an instant, the two parties confronted each other.

Boom!

A series of loud explosions sounded one after another. Destructive blast waves rolled out in all directions.

Su Mo's strength was overtaken by the five's jointed forces. The four beams of sword qi broke and vanished instantly.

The five greatest fighters of the Netherworld Devil Sect pushed forth their advance and the destructive force towards Su Mo.

"Damn it!"

Su Mo's heart sank as he quickly withdrew himself. The Emperor Sword was wielded fast to form a sword curtain to resist the force of destruction.

Rumble!

The shock wave was so powerful that it pushed Su Mo tens of thousands of zhang up into the sky as soon as it reached the sword curtain.

The three Phantom Avatars collapsed immediately and ended as part of the blast wave.

"Too powerful!"

Su Mo remarked to himself. He had no advantage at all in this battle and was almost injured badly. This powerful confrontation boiled his blood and qi and numbed his arms.

He wouldn't care at all if he was facing one or two enemies. He had the confidence that he could damage them severely.

However, when five of them united their forces as one, it became very hard for him. And very dangerous.

Run!

Su Mo had enough of this. He turned around to flee.

He was determined to escape as he knew he couldn't win this battle.

He still had tricks to play but these five were no easy targets. They must have more trump cards to throw as well.

He would pay a very dear price if he attempted to defeat them. And he had no chance at all of killing them.

Whoosh!

Su Mo rode his sword, tearing open the void and moving hundreds of miles in the twinkling of an eye.

"Don't let him escape!"

"Give chase!"

The five yelled angrily behind the escaping Su Mo as they attempted to pursue.

Su Mo gave a cold sneer. He had nothing to worry about as the five also had no chance of killing him.

The six of them flew fast in the endless void.

"Su Mo, you're not going anywhere!" Yan Tai's voice echoed like the thunder.

"Slash!" Su Mo responded with a quick strike.

Whoosh!

The sharp sword qi of over one thousand zhang in length broke open the void, aiming at Yan Tai's head.

"Crush!"

Yan Tai maintained his speed and faced the sword qi with one palm. The four hall masters joined the action.

Palm prints were scattered, fist radiance was dazzling, and saber qi matchless. Su Mo's sword qi was crushed at once.

Rumble!

The sword qi exploded into a grand sword rain, shooting small pieces in all directions.

Su Mo's strike couldn't harm the five but slightly slowed them down.

"Hahah! Don't waste your strength!" Su Mo laughed loud as he resumed the escape without looking back.

"Bloody hell!"

Yan Tai was enraged. The five of them were not faster than Su Mo. It wasn't easy to keep up with him.