High-Martial World: System Arrives 30 Years Late Chapter 531 - 383: Desolate Thought Phantom, Men Like Swine,

[If you ever want to seek revenge on in the future, feel free to try.]

[Rember my na, I am Sima Jingshu.]

Upon hearing this na, Zheng Qi was filled with terror.

Sima Jingshu, one of the current Seven Martial Saints of Huaxia, the wife of the Overlord Blade Martial Saint. A few days later, Zheng Qi received the legendary poison—Wound of the Sage—with trembling hands.

Everything unfolded as Su Mu had predicted. In an instant, Su Mu entered the Martial God State, trying his best to control the silver phantom ford by Desolate Thought, detaching it from Zheng Qi’s Sea of Consciousness.

After viewing Zheng Qi’s mories, Su Mu slowly opened his eyes, a murderous intent flashing in them.

"That bitch Sima Jingshu... must die."

Su Mu took out his satellite phone and brought up the map of Huaxia, his gaze landing on the Northwest Desert and the Imperial Capital, two places thousands of kiloters apart.

A plan slowly erged in Su Mu’s mind.

With a quick thought, under Su Mu’s formidable Spiritual Power, the plan was perfected at an astonishing speed, once it involved Sima Jingshu.

Su Mu knew very well that what he would face next was the overwhelming fury of the Martial Saint, and he currently did not have the strength to directly contend with a Martial Saint.

A mont later, Su Mu exhaled lightly and used Spiritual Power to awaken Zheng Qi.

Zheng Qi, having awoken, felt a severe headache and once again knelt down before Su Mu, "I beg you to kill , don’t send back to the War Zone."

"Alright."

This ti, Su Mu did not refuse. With a complex expression, he glanced at Zheng Qi and did not disclose the matter of Sima Xie and his son.

Miaomiao, Xiaoyue, these people are Su Mu’s limits. A dragon has a reverse scale; touch it and you die.

Zheng Qi had already crossed Su Mu’s line.

"Help with one thing."

"Okay."

The carriage returned to calm, and the train continued to speed through the night.

Shush, shush, shush------

Amid the braking sounds, the train slowly pulled into the station. Zheng Qi got off the train, took out her phone, and made one last call.

"I failed, because of what happened before. Su Mu is cautious, and I couldn’t find a chance to make a move."

"Su Mu changed his itinerary; he plans to get off at the Tianmu Mountain Station in advance."

"Okay, I know."

After hanging up, a sense of relief appeared on Zheng Qi’s face, yet she still had concerns in this world, but there was nothing she could do now, her own survival was at risk.

Facing that man who was like a god or demon, she could not muster a single thought of resistance; it was all in vain.

Zheng Qi understood clearly and was very satisfied; being able to choose to end herself was already that person’s rcy.

"Xiaolu, Sister Qiqi is useless, I can’t save you. I’ll go ahead first, to join grandma down there."

The train started moving towards Tianmu Mountain. Zheng Qi, carrying regret, walked step by step towards the tracks.

The lights of the next train lit up the night, roaring forward.

At this mont, a calm voice ca to Zheng Qi’s ears.

In the next instant.

The regret vanished from Zheng Qi’s face, replaced by relief. If it were that person, he could definitely do it. Finally, she leapt forward.

A burst of blood, and the platform crowd erupted in chaos.

"Soone jumped onto the tracks!"

After witnessing everything, Su Mu slowly withdrew his Spiritual Power, and in his business class seat, he calmly closed his eyes, darker than the night.

Upon witnessing Zheng Qi’s death, Su Mu thought of an interesting way to die.

Then he began to do sothing he hadn’t done in a long ti.

Cultivating Blade Qi.

Under the night sky, the passengers in the carriage fell into a deep sleep, occasionally murmuring in their dreams, yet a raging murderous intent accompanied the train piercing the darkness, heading towards Tianmu Mountain.