Chapter 257: Slaying Mo Cheng

Ge Ye’s body, like a withered leaf in the autumn breeze, hastily retreated in disarray. The tables and chairs along the way, upon contact with his body, were shattered by the hidden force. Sliding across the ground and retreating half the hall, Ge Ye’s body finally came to a stop. His somewhat pale face was covered with a look of disbelief. “You…” Wiping the blood from the corner of his mouth, Ge Ye took a few deep, ragged breaths, but his heart was like a stormy sea: “That face… why does it seem so familiar?” In his mind, the face of that young boy from the Xiao family three years ago, filled with resilience and stubbornness despite its immaturity, slowly emerged from the depths of his memory, overlapping with the face he had just seen. They bore an uncanny resemblance. “Impossible!” His heart fiercely trembled. Ge Ye’s chest rose and fell rapidly, taking several deep, cool breaths. After a moment, he shook his head: “My eyes must be playing tricks on me! Even if that boy has shed his reputation as a failure, it’s absolutely impossible for him to reach such a level in just three short years!!” Three years, from someone who was not even a Dou Shi, to now being at the Battle Emperor level? Ge Ye would stake his life that even on the entire Dou Qi Continent, no one could achieve this! As his mood gradually calmed, Ge Ye began to doubt what he had seen before. After a moment of thought, he firmly believed in one fact: he had definitely been seeing things! After accepting this, the shock on Ge Ye’s face slowly dissipated. He coughed, covering his chest, and a trail of blood once again trickled down from the corner of his mouth. That blow from the black-robed man had left him with a serious injury. “Uncle Ge, are you alright?” Nalan Yanran, floating gracefully, landed beside Ge Ye, her pretty face filled with worry, asking urgently. “Cough, I’m fine,” Ge Ye replied, shaking his head bitterly. Looking at Ge Ye’s pale face, Nalan Yanran’s delicate eyebrows slightly furrowed. This was the first time she had seen someone dare to treat a member of the Yun Lian Sect like this. Her face turned cold as she looked at the black-robed man, saying coolly, “Sir, do your actions today mean you are challenging the Yun Lian Sect?” The black robe slightly trembled, and Nalan Yanran could sense the indifferent gaze from beneath it. She clenched her fists, her heart filled with a tinge of anger. “Apart from relying on the Yun Lian Sect, what else can you do? I will take Mo Cheng’s life today. If you wish to stop me, feel free to make a move. Don’t bring up the Yun Lian Sect or Yun Yun; it means nothing to me.” The black-robed man patted his sleeve, his voice tinged with mockery and sneer. “You…” Hearing the mocking words, Nalan Yanran’s elegant brows filled with anger. She sneered, “Sir, as a Battle Emperor, you surely have a name in the Jia Ma Empire. Since you insist on killing Mo Cheng today, please tell us your name. In the future, our Yun Lian Sect will seek justice from you.” “Justice? Haha, perhaps you mean bringing a few hundred people along like Yun Yun did?” The black-robed man shook his head, laughing mockingly. “Since you dared to kill Mo Cheng in front of many leaders of powerful factions in the northeastern region, why hide your identity? With your strength, I don’t think you’re afraid of the Mo Family’s retaliation, but rather, you fear the Yun Lian Sect behind them, right?” Nalan Yanran said coldly. “I’m not afraid, I just don’t want to. You don’t need to be in a hurry. I will visit the Yun Lian Sect someday. When that time comes, you will know who I am,” the black-robed man replied indifferently. Hearing the black-robed man’s disregard for the Yun Lian Sect, Nalan Yanran bit her silver teeth, gritting, “Fine, since you have the courage, I will see if you really have the nerve to enter the Yun Lian Sect!” “Are you done?” The black robe slightly trembled, and the black-robed man seemed to shrug: “If you’re done, then stop the noise. I’m going to act now. If you want to stop me, go ahead. But let me remind you, I won’t show any mercy because of your status. If you don’t want the Yun Lian Sect to lose a successor, then stay quiet on the side.” Hearing this, Nalan Yanran pursed her rosy lips, her full chest rising and falling, creating a rather alluring curve. Though angry, she was powerless. In this hall, no one could match this mysterious expert. And he clearly didn’t fear the Yun Lian Sect, so apart from watching Mo Cheng become a soul under his palm, there seemed to be no other option. Ignoring Nalan Yanran, the black-robed man slowly turned around, his cold eyes fixed on Mo Cheng, who was trying to stand up. In his palm, a white flame rose, bringing a chill. “Sir…” Seeing the black-robed man ready to strike, the head of the Mo Family, Mo Lan, his face pale, wanted to stop him. But after seeing the fates of Ge Ye and Nala Yanran, he had to forcibly suppress his impulse. The black-robed man had clearly held back because of Ge Ye’s status. If they tried to intervene, the hall would likely have more icy statues. So, Mo Lan stood at a safe distance and said, “Sir, the little girl Qing Lin is unharmed. If you spare the Great Elder, the Mo Family will compensate you with anything you ask for!”

Ignoring Mo Lan’s plea, the black-robed man slowly approached Mo Cheng under the watchful eyes of the various leaders. The chilly, murderous intent filled the hall with a cold aura.

Seeing the black-robed man ignore him, Mo Lan gave a bitter smile. Under such overwhelming power, he could only give up on saving Mo Cheng. Dejected, he could only hope that this ruthless Battle Emperor would not further eradicate the Mo Family after killing Mo Cheng, or else the family might fall from a top-tier faction to a minor one.

Seemingly understanding the black-robed man’s intent to kill, Mo Cheng made no futile pleas. He glared at the approaching figure, his single left arm twitching slightly.

“If you want to kill me, I’ll leave you with some scars!” Grinning ferociously, Mo Cheng crouched, and his left arm suddenly trembled. A fierce dark force shattered his sleeve, revealing bulging veins that moved like tiny snakes. His hand widened, the nails growing half an inch, and turning jet black. Mo Cheng’s arm no longer resembled a human’s but a beast’s.

A faint red color spread through the arm, and soon it turned completely red, resembling a flame.

“Mountain-Crushing Arm? The Great Elder actually grafted the forelimb of a fifth-grade Fire-Breaking Mountain Rhino onto himself?” The core members of the Mo Family gasped in shock, seeing the transformed arm.

Mo Lan’s face changed, and he couldn’t help but twitch. This most precious family treasure had been privately taken by Mo Cheng. As the head of the family, he was indeed furious. “Die!” Glaring at the black-robed man, Mo Cheng stomped on the pillar behind him, bending his knees, and launched himself like a cannonball at the black-robed man.

As he rushed forward, his massive hand dragged on the floor, tearing five deep grooves into the hard surface.

Seeing Mo Cheng’s sudden increase in terrifying power, the people in the hall were shocked. While they had heard of the Mo Family’s limb transplants, they had never witnessed the extent of the changes.

Standing still, the black-robed man watched Mo Cheng’s eyes turn bloodshot and filled with veins. He laughed coldly, “Poor soul, when you gained the beast’s power, your spirit was also tainted by its nature. Your so-called transplant turns a person into a beast that only knows how to kill.”

“Filthy scum, die!” Mo Cheng’s face twisted with rage, and he stamped on the ground, shooting towards the black-robed man. His enormous hand slammed down, creating a deafening sonic boom.

The floor beneath the black-robed man cracked under the pressure from above.

Feeling the attack, the black-robed man raised his head, revealing his youthful, clear face to Mo Cheng’s blood-red eyes.

Even in his berserk state, Mo Cheng’s blood-red eyes filled with disbelief at the sight of the black-robed man’s youthful face.

“It’s over…” The black-robed man lifted his hand, white flames flickering, and then shot out like a flamethrower. The eerie white flame engulfed Mo Cheng, and in the eyes of the onlookers, a white ice layer enveloped his body, transforming him into a lifelike ice sculpture.

Bone Chilling Flame, a mix of extreme heat and cold, burns everything in intense heat and freezes the earth in extreme cold…

In mid-air, the ice sculpture fell, revealing the last expressions of horror and rage.

“Crack…” The ice sculpture shattered under the gazes, leaving nothing but emptiness within.

Looking at the white ice melting on the carpet, the hall fell into a deathly silence.