"What? You didn’t even check for us?"
The middle-aged man in black was in utter disbelief.
As assassins, their greatest skill was concealing their auras. They could silently strike from behind for a one-hit kill, completing their missions with ease.
Unless someone was specifically looking for them, it was impossible to detect their presence.
Su Mo said nonchalantly, "That’s right, I didn’t. But my Soul Power is very strong. From the moment I entered the Imperial City, I knew exactly how many of you were here."
"What did you say?"
The middle-aged man in black gasped in terror.
The Canglan Kingdom was the strongest of the Eighteen Kingdoms, so its Imperial City was naturally the largest, spanning thousands of li.
’But Su Mo said he’d sensed their presence the moment he entered the city. That would mean his Soul Power could cover the entire Imperial City.’
’What kind of immense Soul Power would that require?’
’Impossible!’
’Absolutely impossible.’
’Even if Su Mo was a Soul Master, he could cover a few hundred meters at most. There’s no way he could cover the entire Imperial City.’
Seeing the man’s shocked expression, Su Mo knew he was just a frog in a well who’d never seen anything truly grand.
However, he couldn’t be bothered to explain.
Su Mo asked, "Could you all just stand together? It’ll make it easier for me to kill you all with one slap."
Huh?
Hearing Su Mo’s words, the middle-aged man in black nearly burst out laughing from sheer anger.
’What incredible arrogance!’
’After all, they had nine Martial Monarchs and over a dozen Grand Martial Artists here. They had enough power to bloody the entire Eighteen Kingdoms overnight.’
’The only reason they hadn’t was to avoid causing mass panic and drawing the ire of other major powers.’
’Besides, they didn’t work for free.’
The middle-aged man in black sneered, "Kill all of us with one slap? Heh heh. Aren’t you afraid of biting your tongue?"
"I’m in a hurry!"
Su Mo said indifferently.
The middle-aged man in black was about to refuse, but the old man spoke up. "Since you’re so eager to die, we’ll be happy to oblige. However, it’s too cramped in here. We can’t use our full strength. Let’s take this outside."
"Fine!"
Su Mo followed them out to an open clearing.
The middle-aged man in black and the old man stood side-by-side in the front. The other seven Martial Monarchs formed a second rank, with the dozen or so Grand Martial Artists at the rear.
Everyone was gathered together.
BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!
They all unleashed their terrifying auras in unison, sending shockwaves that alerted every expert within a thousand-meter radius.
"Is that... a Martial Monarch?"
"That can’t be... The strongest expert in our Canglan Empire, Patriarch Du Feng, is only at Grandmaster Great Perfection. Where would Martial Monarchs come from?"
"I’ve seen someone at Grandmaster Great Perfection, and they weren’t this powerful. These people are definitely Martial Monarchs!"
"What? Martial Monarchs have come to our Canglan Empire?"
"Yeah, and there are nine of them!"
"Gods! Are nine Martial Monarchs about to fight it out right here in the Imperial City? Come on, let’s go see!"
Soon, several figures appeared in the sky, all casting their gazes downward.
There really were Martial Monarchs.
Nine of them, at that.
Everyone stared in shock at the old man, the middle-aged man in black, and the other seven, making a total of nine Martial Monarchs.
It had been many years since a Martial Monarch last appeared in the Canglan Empire.
This time, nine had appeared at once.
It was an absolutely staggering sight.
But when they saw Su Mo standing opposite them, they all frowned in unison.
"Huh? Who’s that kid over there? How dare he challenge Martial Monarchs? And nine of them at once?"
"He must be crazy."
"He’s probably got a death wish."
"If you have a death wish, go run headfirst into a wall. Why pick a method that won’t even leave a whole corpse behind?"
"You have to admit, this is quite an honor for the kid, eh?"
"Heh, dying at the hands of nine Martial Monarchs... I guess that is a sort of honor. He’ll be able to brag about it for all eternity in the Underworld."
Hearing the discussions from the sky, Su Mo couldn’t help but frown.
’How did a crowd gather so fast?’
’This place is supposed to be remote.’
’If I’d known this would happen, I would’ve just dealt with them in the secret room instead of calling the Celestial Slaughter Hall members out here.’
’Now, I’ll just have to end this quickly.’
’The longer I take, the bigger the crowd will get. This whole place will be packed soon.’
’That would be too high-profile.’
With that thought, Su Mo simply raised his hand.
"He really dares to attack?"
The old man said coldly, "Hmph, I refuse to believe you’re strong enough to kill us all with a single slap. Now, die!"
However, before he could even charge at Su Mo, Su Mo’s massive hand descended.
True Dragon Venerable Fist.
BANG!
With an earth-shattering bang, the old man, the middle-aged man in black, and all the others vanished.
The space before him was now empty.
All that remained were several pools of bloody paste and a ground soaked in fresh blood.
"You..."
The old man had been turned into a bloody paste, yet his Residual Soul still couldn’t believe it was real.
’The nine of us, all Martial Monarchs, were actually killed with a single slap.’
’And over a dozen Grandmaster Great Perfection experts died along with us.’
’This is absolutely terrifying.’
As his Residual Soul faded away, the old man murmured, "So this is the kind of enemy our Celestial Slaughter Hall has provoked? Sigh... Celestial Slaughter Hall is finished. Completely finished."
In the sky, the crowd had long been shocked speechless.
’Nine Martial Monarchs... killed just like that?’
’If this got out, who would believe it?’
’Everyone would think they were bullshitting.’
Su Mo ordered the Cyan Cloud Sparrow, "Go clean up the scene. Then we’re leaving."
"Yes!"
The Cyan Cloud Sparrow went to clean up the scene.
Meanwhile, several hundred meters away, the Cyan Emperor and Patriarch Du were storming toward the city gate, intending to teach someone a lesson.
At that moment, they heard a loud bang.
"This is bad! Someone’s causing trouble in the Imperial City!"
"Quick, let’s go see."
The Cyan Emperor, Du Feng, and the others quickly rushed in the direction of the loud noise.
However, when they arrived, they were all dumbfounded.
The ground was covered in blood.
The Cyan Emperor commanded, "Someone, go see if anyone is still alive!"
"Yes, Your Majesty!"
The soldiers quickly called out, "Your Majesty, we found a survivor over here!"
The Cyan Emperor said, "Bring him here at once. I will personally question him about what happened."
The soldiers brought the person over.
However, the moment they looked up and got a clear view of the person, they froze, completely stunned.
"Su... Su..."
The Cyan Emperor and Du Feng stammered.
Su Mo smiled. "Gentlemen, we meet again."
Before the two could even pay their respects to Su Mo, General Yang stepped forward. "So it was you, brat, making a scene here! Get on your knees before His Majesty, or I’ll rip you limb from limb."
Su Mo remarked, "Quite arrogant, aren’t you?"
General Yang smiled coldly.
’With the Cyan Emperor and Patriarch Du backing me up, of course I can be arrogant.’
’Both of them are experts at Grandmaster Great Perfection.’
’Heh, you little punk. As if we can’t handle you.’
General Yang said smugly, "When you see His Majesty, the Emperor of our Canglan Empire, you don’t immediately kneel? I swear I’m going to break your legs today."
SLAP!
However, before his voice had even faded, he received a solid slap.
The one who struck was the Cyan Emperor.
General Yang was stunned.
’He couldn’t understand. Why would His Majesty hit him?’
Just then, Du Feng also walked up to General Yang, raised his hand, and swung a vicious slap across his face.
PTOO!
General Yang spat out a mouthful of dark blood and asked in utter confusion, "Your Majesty... Patriarch Du... why... why are you hitting me?"