diskusbooks Chapter 348 Disagreements
Chapter 348 Disagreements
A trickle of blood escaped from the corner of his mouth, and the longsword in his hand trembled slightly, but his eyes remained as firm as steel, and crimson flames still burned faintly on the blade.
Looking further a distance, Hu Zhen finally showed signs of weakness, kneeling on one knee. His black robe was torn by the purgatory fire, and the long sword in his hand was full of cracks and about to fall.
"Hu Zhen...you've lost." Mo Ming said in a low voice, the madness on his face gradually fading, leaving only coldness. He slowly raised his sword, flames condensing into a crimson streak on the blade, pointing directly at Hu Zhen's throat.
Hu Zhen trembled all over, clenching his teeth tightly, his face full of struggle and resentment.
He could no longer hide his shock—he had given his all in this battle, even overdrawing his spiritual energy, yet he had still been defeated by Mo Ming. That terrifying "Three Mad Swords" had shaken his will like a demon.
“Mo Ming…” Hu Zhen raised his head, his expression complex, his eyes filled with resentment, yet also with a deep sense of helplessness and despair. He suddenly burst into laughter, but the laughter carried a bitter taste.
"You did win, but... do you think it's over?" Hu Zhen suddenly looked up, a ferocious glint in his eyes.
A strange black aura suddenly surged from his body, as if it were burning away his own life force. He slowly stood up, laughing wildly, and said, "Even if I die, you cannot protect Sky Island! The Eastern Main City will never let you go!"
Mo Ming's expression darkened slightly. He could feel Hu Zhen's will burning. This was no longer a normal fight, but a desperate last gasp.
"Hu Zhen, don't make a futile struggle!" Mo Ming shouted coldly, his sword blade trembled slightly, and his sword intent burned like a raging fire, once again pressing down on Hu Zhen.
But in that instant, Hu Zhen roared and unleashed his last bit of power, transforming into a black afterimage of blade energy that hurtled straight at Mo Ming's chest.
Mo Ming's eyes turned cold, his madness and calmness now merging into one.
"The final strike... let's end it!" he murmured, his right arm suddenly exerting force, the longsword igniting a towering crimson flame as it met Hu Zhen's figure.
"Purgatory - Mountain Severing!" The sword's edge cleaved through the heavens and earth like hellfire, and a sword aura transformed into a phantom volcano, enveloping Hu Zhen within it.
The two figures eventually passed each other by.
Hu Zhen's body paused slightly, the long sword in his hand snapped in two with a "crack," and a huge cloud of blood spurted from his chest. He knelt on the ground, his eyes still fixed on Mo Ming, filled with resentment.
"The outcome is decided..." Hu Zhen said in a low voice with his last bit of strength, then collapsed to the ground with a "thud" and lost his breath.
Mo Ming stood still, the sword still burning with crimson flames. He glanced at the gradually dissipating sword aura in the distance, then at Hu Zhen's corpse, a complex mix of emotions welling up inside him.
"This is a trap you set for yourself, don't blame me..." he murmured, then sheathed his sword and coldly glanced at the battlefield in the distance.
The battle was over, and the safety of Sky Island was temporarily stabilized, but there was no joy in Mo Ming's eyes. He knew that this battle was just the beginning, and he had completely broken ties with the Eastern Main City.
......
Beyond the Sky Island lies the main city in the East.
A magnificent black and gold city ark stood bathed in the cold wind, while the atmosphere inside the central council hall of the main city was solemn and austere.
Inside the hall, a huge spirit stone screen was displaying images of the battlefield.
This video, automatically recorded from Hu Zhen's personal imprint, clearly recreates the entire battle—from Hu Zhen leading his troops to besiege Mo Ming to the scene where he finally falls to Mo Ming's last sword strike.
The sword intent of the Three Mad Swords cleaved the heavens and earth, and the moment Hu Zhen's black blade shattered was particularly dazzling. Next to the battle subtitles, it clearly stated "Spiritual Power Ended" and "Death Confirmed."
After a moment of silence, a cold snort broke the stillness in the council chamber.
"The Three Mad Swords technique is at least a third-grade martial art. Moreover, it's imbued with fire spiritual power. This Mo Ming is very strong!"
The atmosphere inside the hall grew increasingly heavy, and the image frozen on the spirit stone screen exuded an invisible sense of oppression.
The moment Hu Zhen died, the scene of sword energy burning the heavens and earth like a volcano made every viewer feel Mo Ming's suffocating power.
"So what if he's strong?" a young patrol captain said with a sneer, his tone full of contempt. "Hu Zhen only ended up like this because he was greedy for credit and acted rashly."
Such a lone, unskilled outlaw wouldn't even be able to cause a ripple if he were to directly confront the forces of our main city!
“Foolish.” After a long silence, Old Su suddenly spoke, his voice hoarse and cold, like the sharp edge accidentally revealed when polishing an ancient sword.
The young patrol captain was put down by Old Su's words and his face turned ugly, but he ultimately dared not refute them.
"Hu Zhen did lose, but it can be seen from the battle that Mo Ming is not a simple brute."
His Three Mad Swords possessed a refined killing intent, something that couldn't be cultivated in ordinary combat. Moreover…” Old Su paused, coldly sweeping his gaze across the crowd, “Hu Zhen was defeated by his spirit, not just his skill.”
A commotion broke out in the hall, with many people showing resentment, but Elder Su's words hit the nail on the head, and no one could refute them.
After Mo Ming's sword finally shattered Hu Zhen's longsword, the coldness and sharpness in his eyes were so intense that even through the image, one could feel a chill.
And this is the most terrifying threat—how could a strong person who has fought his way out of a life-or-death battle be easily defeated by a threat?
Ye Ming raised an eyebrow and coldly replied, "Of course we can't let these crawlers run rampant. But since that's the case, why make a mountain out of a molehill? I'm willing to personally lead an elite team to sweep through the Sky Island with lightning speed and hang Mo Ming's head above the main city!"
Old Su shook his head and said hoarsely, "Ye Ming, don't underestimate him. Mo Ming not only killed Hu Zhen, but he also has the entire complex force of Sky Island behind him."
"Although the sky island is small, if they go all in, they might be capable of causing us trouble."
"So, what does Elder Su mean?" Ye Ming asked respectfully.
"Let's try recruiting them first!"
Old Xu, however, remained unmoved and turned to the city lord, who had remained silent in the main seat, "Chief, this matter is of great importance. I believe that such a person is not worth recruiting at all. We should first investigate the forces behind Mo Ming."
If it's determined that he's just a rootless rogue, then a small military unit can be dispatched to eliminate him; however, if he's colluding with the elders within the Sky Island, or even has other backers, then a more careful consideration is needed.
Upon hearing this, everyone nodded in agreement. Hu Zhen was, after all, an important figure in the main city. His death was not merely the result of a battle, but also signified a shake-up of the main city's prestige. If not handled properly, it could potentially trigger unnecessary changes.
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Meanwhile, on the Sky Island.
Mo Ming stood beside the enormous rift, beneath which the flames and abyss-like knife marks left by Hu Zhenyi from their battle still remained.
He suddenly looked up, as if he had noticed something.