Chapter 855: No ties, extremely intense cold energy

While speaking, Su Hang patted his butt and stood up. "Let's leave this mountain peak first."

"Swish!"

Su Hang stepped with his toes and soared into the air, leaping over a distance of several hundred zhang, disappearing into the night in the blink of an eye.

The night was cool as water, the bright moon hanging in the sky, the mountains quiet, occasionally hearing the chirping of insects and birds.

In front of a hidden cave.

Su Hang looked at the mountain hollow in front of him; a famous Wu Lin master had passed away here, and the treasures left behind were inside.

Inside the cave, it was dim and damp, a deep passage extending straight ahead, with many stone chambers scattered on both sides of the passage.

Every stone chamber was closed, pitch black inside, appearing extremely eerie and mysterious.

Su Hang entered the cave and immediately felt something was wrong. Sure enough, the next second, the Mo Sect people moved out,

each holding weapons, surrounding him and Zhang Wuji from all sides.

These guys were quite cautious, not attacking rashly, just surrounding them from afar and closing in on him step by step.

"How bold. I wasn't looking for you, yet you dare to come looking for me." The white-clothed man in the lead, with his hands behind his back, stood proudly in mid-air, looking down at Su Hang, his face livid.

Su Hang stared at the white-clothed man for two glances and snorted coldly. "You are a master of a generation, yet you poison weak women; you are simply unworthy of being a martial artist!"

"Hmph."

The white-clothed man snorted coldly. "Weak women? You can actually say such nonsense? When my Mo Sect disciples act, why do we need to explain to others?"

As he spoke, his gaze fell on Su Hang. "My Mo Sect has no ties with you, and I don't remember offending you. Why did you destroy my Mo Sect's eighteen bronze coffins?"

"Eighteen bronze coffins? What kind of thing is that?"

Su Hang expressed that he was very confused; after all, he didn't have the spare time to destroy the Mo Sect's things.

"Playing dumb?"

The white-clothed man flicked his long sleeves, a ferocious look appearing on his face. "My patience is limited. Hand over the eighteen bronze coffins, and I will spare your life."

Su Hang raised his brows. "What do your Mo Sect's eighteen bronze coffins have to do with me?"

"Bastard!" The white-clothed man shouted angrily, taking a step forward, his whole body appearing directly in front of Su Hang as if teleporting.

Su Hang dodged hurriedly. "Is this how the Mo Sect acts, without reason?"

"Stop talking nonsense, take your life." The white-clothed man was furious and couldn't be bothered to waste more breath with Su Hang, raising his hand and chopping toward Su Hang with a palm.

This palm was plain and unremarkable, but it exuded an extremely intense cold energy, as if it could freeze a person's soul.

Su Hang was unhurried, clenching his right fist and meeting it.

"Bang!"

The two's fist and palm collided, exploding with a dull sound. Immediately after, a surge of energy spread out, and the floor was shattered into spiderweb-like cracks.

Su Hang retreated rapidly, stumbling under his feet, almost falling. A fishy sweetness surged up in his throat, which Su Hang forcibly suppressed.

Su Hang was secretly shocked. As expected of a Mo Sect powerhouse; with just one probing move, he could judge his strength. However, he was not convinced, because his Wu Gong was above these people. ===== CHAPTER 857 =====