CHAPTER 373: CHAPTER 162: DA LEI FAIRY’S HIDDEN STRENGTH! SO IT WAS YOU?!

"You are not Mr. Xu. Who on earth are you?!"

The assistant officer of the division came to his senses and was instantly on high alert.

The Hundred Household Officer, who was fine earlier, suddenly changed into someone else...

The thin small man was surrounded by everyone but remained calm, looked up at Chen Mo, and said with interest, "I believed my disguise flawless, how did Mr. Chen notice the anomaly? Just because I didn’t bear a weapon?"

"That’s just one aspect."

Chen Mo replied lightly, "The Ten Thousand Mountains are vast and complex, the Blood Demon is adept at transformation techniques, if he wants to escape, you certainly can’t stop him... Yet he insists on heading into this swamp, which is akin to seeking his own death..."

The thin small man tilted his head and said, "Perhaps he realized he was being pursued and fled in panic without choosing his path?"

"Surviving at large for so many years, he is definitely someone with a deep mind and wouldn’t make such a low-level mistake."

"If truly panicked, how would he massacre villages along the way and even leisurely stack skulls as an act of provocation, clearly intending to deliberately anger us..."

"You’ve been chasing the Blood Demon for years, you can’t misunderstand this, yet you intentionally lead us into the lair of these fierce beasts, your intentions are as clear as day."

Chen Mo seemed to be chatting idly, yet within his body, the True Yuan was rapidly circulating, continuously accumulating Sword Intent.

Under the suppression of the Concealing Ring, not a trace of vital energy was leaked.

Clap, clap, clap——

The thin small man clapped his hands, praising, "Tsk tsk, truly worthy of Mr. Chen, so meticulous and clear as a flame, no wonder Qin Wuxiang died at your hands."

Chen Mo’s heart was moved by the words, "You knew Qin Wuxiang?"

The thin small man’s eyes narrowed slightly, "More than just knew..."

"Hiss——"

On the other side, countless yellow vertical pupils lit up in the dense fog.

Hundreds of Mo Lin Crocodiles swam in the mud, slowly approaching the shore, emitting low growls.

The people of the Fire Department looked serious, as the crocodile scales were extremely hard, able to withstand the full force of a Sixth-rank Martial Artist.

If surrounded by this group of beasts, they might be ripped to shreds in minutes!

In front is the Blood Demon of unknown strength, behind is a group of fierce crocodiles... it seems they’ve trapped the Blood Demon, but in fact, they’re besieged from both front and back!

"Mr. Chen just said he didn’t want to risk his men’s lives..."

The thin small man smiled squinting, "So, what do you plan to do now? Try to kill me? Or lead your men to escape?"

Whoosh——

At that moment, a gust of wind suddenly rose, blowing away the poison fog in the sky.

The thin small man turned to look, his expression stunned.

Ling Ningzhi pinched the Thunder Pattern in the Zhen Palace with her hand, stepped on the Yu’s Step Wind Position, and soared into the air, her Moon White Daoist Robe fluttering loudly.

She recited lowly:

"The great void and mysterious yellow, yin and yang collide and peel."

"Heavenly Dao merges with firm Qian and pliant Kun, stopping at Gen and roaring at Zhen to break evil spirits..."

In the high sky, dark clouds churned, with vortexes appearing one after another, the center of each vortex flickering with indigo Thunder Juice, resembling the eyes of thunder gods filling the sky.

"Twelve Gates of Thunder City, Reflecting Mud Palace..."

A cold voice echoed in the air, the lightning in the cloud vortex growing increasingly intense.

A majestic pressure crashed down, as if the air itself froze!

"Thunder is originally the fire of the heart, one thought clears ten thousand calamities!"

Ling Ningzhi’s eyes turned completely dark purple, and electric lights flickered faintly at the corners of her eyes!

She clasped her hands together and pressed down forcefully—

Boom——

The roar was deafening!

The thunder light pierced through the vast sky, precisely striking the Mo Lin Crocodile!

The fearsome beast with incredibly hard scales didn’t even have time to howl before it turned to flying ash in an instant!

Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!

The dark cloud vortex ceaselessly spat out purple thunder and lightning, covering the entire black swamp before them!

The mud boiled, electric arcs shot out, the swamp gas ignited, forming a sea of blue flames burning fiercely!

"Roar!"

Mo Lin Crocodiles rolled and howled in the thunder and fire, their steel-hard scales unable to resist the onslaught of thunder and flames, perishing completely in a matter of moments, leaving behind a land of scorched remnants!

"Hiss——"

"Truly the first Thunder Mother among the Unmatched Immortal!"

Chen Mo watched this scene and couldn’t help but click his tongue.

Finally understanding what she meant earlier by "not using full power"...

The thin small man was stunned by the scene, incredulously saying, "You are a disciple of the Tianshu Pavilion?"

Throughout Jiu Zhou, only Tianshu Pavilion could master such terrifying Thunder Techniques!

But the problem is, how could a disciple of the Holy Sect be working with the Sky Scale Guard?

Ling Ningzhi turned her purple eyes towards him, her tone cold and indifferent:

"You vile ones, should have your souls locked in Luo Feng Six Heavens, subjected to the Three Official Wind Blades and the punishment of the Five Thunders!"

"Forbearance, open!"

As she uttered the decree with her red lips, the dark clouds in the sky gathered, the vortexes merging, growing incomparably large, emanating an aura as ancient and primal as the wilderness.

The thin small man’s figure hunched, as if forcibly bent by an invisible giant hand.

"Taiyin Birth Evil, Thunder Spirit Returning to Heaven, Electric Light Spring, Ten Thousand Thunders Connect the Profound!"

Ling Ningzhi’s hairpin collapsed, her black hair wildly danced with the wind, thunder patterns crept across her cheeks from the corners of her eyes.

The Moon White Daoist Robe fluttered loudly, resembling a high-hanging new moon in the dark sky.

"Die!"

Boom!

A golden-red thunder column connected heaven and earth, engulfing that thin small silhouette entirely!

It took a full three breaths for the thunder light to dissipate.

A huge crater had been blasted into the ground, and the man had evaporated completely in the thunder punishment, leaving no trace.

"Whoosh——"

Ling Ningzhi’s chest heaved, her breathing slightly heavy.

Continuously wielding Thunder Techniques, even for her, she was somewhat fatigued at the moment.

The Sky Scale Guard stood in shock, clearly overwhelmed by this terrifying power.

However, Chen Mo’s expression showed no sign of relaxation, if this was the so-called "Blood Demon," it seemed he had died too trivially...