When Long Mo arrived at the Kunshan Sect, he saw a man covered in wounds lying on the ground. There was also a pool of dark red blood. His lips, stained with blood, made his face look even more cold and charming but also deathly pale.
In that instant, his deep blue pupils were filled with pity for the battered body. A certain part of his heart was deeply touched by the man's broken and helpless state.
"Shu Yue!" He leaned Shu Yue against his arm and felt his pulse with one hand. Sensing the turmoil in his body and looking at his deathly pale face, he gently patted him and said, "Shu Yue, wake up. I'm Long Mo... Shu Yue?"
But Shu Yue gave him no response, not a single movement.
The palm of the hand holding his shoulder felt a bit damp. Wherever he touched, his hand was already covered in bloodstains when he lifted it. His sharp eyes also glanced at the numerous whip marks on this body.
Each one was heart - wrenching, like being burned by fire, bit by bit, cruelly drying up his heart.
"Damn it!" Cold light gathered. His already delicate face became even colder. The anger in his heart was burning uncontrollably.
Just as he was about to take Shu Yue away, the two wooden doors were suddenly kicked open with a loud "bang". Several Kunshan disciples holding long swords rushed in.
They made way for a man who looked like a decent gentleman in white robes, strutting in with an arrogant gait.
For a moment, Long Mo wanted to tear this man apart and make his soul disperse!
"So, you want to take him away from here?" Facing Long Mo, Li Nao was a bit afraid, but relying on the large number of his men and still wanting to avenge the humiliation he suffered that day, he somehow mustered the courage to speak loudly.
However, at the sight of Long Mo's murderous gaze and the invisible cold pressure he exuded, his newly - found courage faded a bit.
Long Mo remained expressionless. It was precisely this calm coldness that could shake people's hearts. He squinted his eyes, shooting out a cold and chilling light that made Li Nao's hair stand on end.
"Did you do these injuries on him?" His short words were ice - cold, and so was his look.
Li Nao swallowed hard, trying to hide his uneasiness. He said, "Yes. He violated the rules of the Kunshan Sect. As the sect leader, shouldn't I punish him?"
The timid Li Nao couldn't straighten his back in front of Long Mo. His voice even trembled when he spoke.
"But do you know what the consequence of your actions will be?"
"Don't you dare scare me!" Li Nao waved his hand, signaling the disciples beside him to step forward while he took a step back. "You, go and capture him!"
But the disciples looked at each other. Although they held swords, none of them had the courage to challenge this man. They didn't dare to take a single step closer.
Long Mo slightly curled his lips with a sneer. He slowly turned to Li Nao and said calmly, "Humph, do you think you can even get close to me?"
His cold eyes swept around, and he said to the disciples in a freezing tone, "If you don't want to die, get out of here."
His words were as calm as still water, but they sent shivers down the disciples' spines. After looking at each other, they quickly sheathed their swords and rushed out of the room one after another without even caring whether Li Nao agreed or not.
"Stop right there!" Li Nao was so angry that the veins on his forehead popped out. Before he could finish scolding, the two wooden doors slammed shut automatically. Startled, he turned around tremblingly.
"What do you want to do? This is a sacred place for cultivating immortality. You can't act so arrogantly here!" Although his words were tough, Li Nao's body shrank into a ball, and he took a few more steps back.
"Nothing much. I just want you to know the price of hurting him!" Long Mo carefully laid Shu Yue on the ground. He raised his sharp eyes and slowly approached Li Nao, cornering him.
When Li Nao had nowhere to escape, he decided to attack first. He drew out his snow - white sword and stupidly stabbed at Long Mo.
Long Mo stood still. When the sharp sword tip was only half an arm's length away from his pupil, his right hand quickly reached out and grabbed the sword tip.
He slightly lifted his charming lips, with a confident look in his eyes. He suddenly twisted the sword in his hand, and the snow - white sword instantly bent. With a little more force, half of the sharp blade shattered into two pieces.
Li Nao stood there stunned for a long time. He only saw a hand flash by like lightning. It was the stinging pain on his neck that brought him back to reality.
Now unarmed, he was just one step away from hell in front of Long Mo. He felt a warm stream gushing out from his neck. When he reached out to touch it, his fingertips were stained with blood.
Long Mo still stepped forward, surrounded by a cold and terrifying aura. Due to his anger, two right - angled horns gradually protruded from his smooth forehead. His beautiful eyes were filled with bloodlust and coldness.
His embroidered golden python robe fluttered in the wind. The embroidered python patterns on it seemed to come to life and fly out. With each step he took, the hem of his robe dragged across the ground, leaving traces of death.
Li Nao shook his head while looking at him with a terrified expression. He felt as if the god of death had already opened the door for him.
He started to crawl towards the door, shouting "Help" as he crawled. But the hem of his clothes was suddenly stepped on by the person behind him, blocking his chance to escape.
Before he could make a sound, he saw this man who was like a Shura conjure up a crescent - shaped knife in his hand. The blood - red cold light, the terrifying sound it emitted, and the dazzling cold light penetrated his soul directly.
"Please, spare me. I won't dare to do it again..." He tried to plead for mercy, but Long Mo still approached with a cruel smile.
Long Mo just said a few words calmly but chillingly, "It's too late."
A cold light flashed by. Just as the crescent - shaped knife in Long Mo's control was about to cut off Li Nao's arm, a familiar voice suddenly interrupted this impending bloodshed.
"Long Mo, stop." A pale but slender hand grabbed Long Mo's wrist. Long Mo turned around and saw a silver - haired man standing beside him without knowing when he had appeared.
"Yan Yijue, this is my business. It has nothing to do with you."
"If you're still angry, you don't have to cut off his arm. You can do it in other ways." Long Mo frowned slightly. He felt that the smile on the man in front of him had no curve but was cruelly chilling.
Thinking about it, it made sense. Long Mo finally put away the crescent - shaped knife and returned to Shu Yue's side.
Then, Yan Yijue cast his lazy gaze on the disheveled Li Nao. In his hoarse voice and lazy tone, he slowly said, "Do you still remember who I am?"
Li Nao stared at him for a long time but couldn't recognize him. He just felt that those eyes were extremely familiar, so cold - blooded, evil, and captivating.