Chapter 302
Han Zhen felt a tingling sensation on his scalp, momentarily thrown into a panic, unable to maintain the imposing demeanor expected of a national master.
But he knew he couldn’t escape.
To flee would only lead to a quicker death.
“But the blood sacrifice is still not enough!”
That blood-red arm opened its palm like a gaping mouth, writhing uncontrollably, and bit into Han Zhen’s abdomen.
His face turned pale.
One of his organs had been devoured.
He formed an ancient hand seal, and the bronze divine tree behind him began to collapse and vanish, while a blood shadow emerged from within.
Han Zhen held his arms aloft in the air, a sickly fervent smile on his face:
“Blood God, grant me eternal life! What do you have to kill me?!”
“I am the national master of the Great Shang! And you, just a guardian of the royal tomb…”
A terrifying and ancient aura descended.
Countless shades of crimson gradually enveloped Han Zhen.
It was as if some presence was using him to descend into this world.
In the depths of the void, a gaze fixated on Li Mo, filled with boundless malice and greed.
“National master of the Great Shang?”
Li Mo stared straight ahead at the figure who seemed to believe himself a ruler of heaven and earth, once commanding the path of the universe, a being above all others.
He spat out a mouthful of bloodied saliva.
“Go to hell!”
Boom—
The Pánjié Meteor Hammer let out an excited roar, finally able to strike something with all its might, like a vortex that welcomed all power.
“Die!”
Han Zhen faced the hammer head-on, every inch of his skin peeling away to reveal the flesh beneath.
He had no space left to cast any secret techniques.
Likewise.
Li Mo, for a brief moment, could no longer summon that invulnerable, indestructible Liuli Golden Light!
“As long as I can withstand this hammer…”
The blood shadow behind Han Zhen let out a restless roar.
That abnormally strong arm devoured the boundless blood energy, bizarrely detaching from Han Zhen’s shoulder, growing endlessly.
Then it transformed into layers of flesh cocoons, wrapping around him, forming a writhing mass of blood and flesh, towering like a city wall.
Li Mo wouldn’t stop, nor could he afford to.
Eighty was right on schedule!
Why were the stars getting closer?
No, it wasn’t the stars that were near.
The sky was collapsing!
Heavenly Hammer!
The power of the military formation, the secret of the Celestial Battle, seven mysterious pills, the strength of the world—all converged upon this one hammer.
Boom—
He plunged into the mass of flesh, confronted by countless mountains of corpses and seas of blood, where severed limbs seemed to sprout into a network of white bones rooted in the flesh, and even faces of the recently deceased, some enemies, some comrades who had just fought alongside him.
Piercing through countless barriers of flesh, his armor had been corroded beyond recognition, his hands marked with large patches of red, but he ultimately broke through.
A dull thud.
The massive blood cocoon exploded, and a figure wrapped in blood shadow was violently thrown into the air.
Suspended in mid-air, Han Zhen still wore an expression of disbelief.
In a daze, Li Mo merged with the divine will battling behind him, shielding him.
The blood god’s phantom behind Han Zhen, at that moment, evaporated like dew under the morning sun.
“Blood Phoenix, ancestral spirit, Blood God, save me!”
Han Zhen’s fear was utterly meaningless.
His ambition to restore the nation was not steadfast; he merely sought to return under the guise of restoration, and now all of that was turning to nothing beneath this hammer.
The air on the battlefield seemed to freeze.
Han Zhen.
Dead!
Li Mo watched as the figure dissipated.
Finally, the darkness overwhelmed him, and he barely managed to retract the hammer, yet he couldn’t release the breath he had been holding.
He had accomplished the feat of taking the head amidst a sea of soldiers.
But he was still amidst the throng.
Wolves circled around him.
Yet, little Li Mo could barely stand, unable to move even a finger, let alone summon the Nimbus Cloud.
P.S.: I could have updated sooner, but last time a viewer complained about being stuck at a critical point, so I stayed up all night to finish this segment.
My liver hurts; I hope the viewers can support me.
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Chapter 328: The Most Valuable Achievement on the Brain Pad Wave’s Hidden Dragon List
“Phew.”
Li Mo was enveloped in wisps of smoke, the heavy scent of blood lingering in the air as he exhaled a puff of white mist.
His body was riddled with blood holes, the result of his meridians bursting; he had never allowed the world’s power to linger on him for so long before.
Most of the enemy forces had already collapsed, not daring to look back even once.
But some disaster beasts had keenly sensed his weakness.
It was more than just weakness; he felt as if his body was no longer his own.
The only sensation he had left was—
The winter in the southern frontier was truly cold.
Li Mo struggled to remain upright, unable to resist the urge to lean back, but the sensation at the back of his head was not the hard ground; instead, it was soft and elastic.
Feeling the brainwaves, little Li Mo tilted his head back.
It was her frosty visage, her gaze cold and profound, meeting the malicious eyes amidst the chaos.
So expressionless, yet the pressure was palpable.
But lying in her embrace, the back of his head felt warm and soft.
This damned sense of security.
Li Mo blinked, exhausted yet serious:
“Ice Block, you might as well let me fall to the ground.”
Ying Bing reached out to wipe the blood from his face, frowning:
“Not feeling well?”
“Too comfortable. Suddenly feeling this good, I’m afraid I’ll fall asleep without realizing it.”
“Then sleep.”
Ying Bing removed her jade hairpin, allowing her silky hair to cascade down like a waterfall; after all, this hairpin was merely a mundane object, somewhat fragile.
Li Mo: “?”
This wasn’t right.
According to the stories, with the atmosphere built up to this point, she should be slapping his face, anxiously urging him not to fall asleep, fearing that if he closed his eyes, he might never open them again!
Well, now even if she slapped his handsome face until it was swollen, it probably wouldn’t stop him from dozing off.
His chaotic thoughts weighed down his eyelids more and more.
In a daze, he heard the sounds of the city gate, the soldiers defending the city charging out in formation.
Before he fell asleep, the last image he saw was a feather.
The feather seemed to be the most exquisite creation in the world, unforgettable at first glance.
If it were a phoenix feather, it might be no different.
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Southern Pass, Prince of the Southern Town’s Mansion.
A figure on horseback, weary and anxious, stopped at the door, impatiently pushing it open.
If an ordinary person did this, they would have been apprehended long ago, but the guards did not stop him.
“Where’s my father?!”
Zhong Zhenyue saw the steward in the house and shouted.
“The prince was summoned back to the imperial capital by the emperor several days ago; he is no longer in the mansion,” the steward replied, wiping his sweat.
“How is that possible?!” Zhong Zhenyue’s eyes widened.
The steward sighed, “It’s absolutely true; how could I dare deceive you?”
Zhong Zhenyue had an answer in his heart, but he still refused to believe it. He rushed into the courtyard where his father lived, only to find a solitary mulberry tree swaying in the cold wind.
He and Zhong Ling searched everywhere, but he did not see the towering figure he admired.
“Father really left for the imperial capital?”
Zhong Zhenyue’s face gradually turned pale.
“Did Commander Qu deceive us?” Zhong Ling bit her lip until it bled.
Under what circumstances would Qu Sheng deceive them?
Without their father to aid them, how could Qingmu City withstand the disaster beasts and the armies of various factions?
Whether they could hold out for seven days was already in question!
Zhong Zhenyue dared not think further.
“Zhenyue, what are you doing?”
“I’m going back to Qingmu City, to join Li and the brothers!”
“What good will it do for you to go back alone? Are you seeking death? Catching up to father is what matters, to inform him of the military situation in Qingmu City!”
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Qingyuan Sect, Main Peak Great Hall.
The beast coal crackled, echoing in the hall, creating a somewhat empty and heavy atmosphere.
The elders sat together, and for a moment, no one spoke.
“If the Southern Pass falls, the flames of war will surely reach the Eastern Wilderness, and you all know the reasons behind this.”
“Whether to stay or leave, we must come to a decision together.”
Shangguan Wencang puffed on his pipe, breaking the silence.
“Our roots are here; without Qingyuan, how can we still call ourselves Qingyuan Sect?”
Qian Bufan sighed, absently munching on a meat bun.
Ziyang Prefecture was a fief granted by the court.
It sounded easy to just leave, but if they left Ziyang Prefecture, Qingyuan Sect could not establish itself elsewhere; those were other people’s territories.
Unless they went to the Northern Frontier or overseas, those places were ungoverned.
That would mean the sect would effectively cease to exist.
“I say we fight those disaster beasts; if we’re going to die, let’s die on our own land!”
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