Chapter 1649: Chapter 1650: Thousand Catty Mountain River
“Su Chengyu, with such a commotion over there, are you really not anxious at all?”
Mo Ningchen’s punches grew increasingly swift and ferocious. Despite the fact that the situation seed to favor him, Mo Ningchen couldn’t shake a persistent unease, as if sothing was amiss.
“Anxious? Perhaps a little. But you seem quite flustered yourself. Got sothing on your mind?”
“Shut up!”
Mo Ningchen roared furiously, his fist holding the Wasteland Battle Halberd at bay. His other hand burst with golden light and surged directly toward Su Chengyu’s right chest.
Yet, just as this strike neared Su Chengyu’s chest, the Dragon Slayer Sword intervened again, neutralizing most of Mo Ningchen’s strength.
Again with this!
Mo Ningchen’s frustration surged.
Ever since Su Chengyu was gravely injured, Mo Ningchen had held the upper hand in their battle.
But each ti Mo Ningchen moved to press the advantage for a decisive victory, Su Chengyu would narrowly escape danger at the last mont, leaving Mo Ningchen doubting himself.
“What exactly are you hiding!”
Mo Ningchen shouted in fury as a massive Dharma Body materialized behind him. Abandoning techniques, he aid to overpower Su Chengyu directly with his superior realm.
Facing the Martial God’s full-force blow, Su Chengyu understood that if he were struck, even if he did not die, his origin would suffer irreparable damage. Fully aware of the threat, he chose to dodge rather than risk a life-or-death blow.
But Mo Ningchen, who had toyed with Su Chengyu like a cat plays with a mouse for so long, was determined not to let Su Chengyu escape.
No longer caring about what Su Chengyu might be hiding, Mo Ningchen desperately sought to force a final, decisive confrontation.
“Thousand Catty Mountain River!”
Having heard the na, one might think it was a Dao technique.
But it was actually a supre martial art Mo Ningchen had learned from the Demon Slayer Departnt after becoming the Thousand Catty Saint Envoy.
Featuring no complex moves, it was an intricate discipline incorporating body refinent, qi cultivation, and technique into a unified whole.
An imperial combat art created within the Imperial Academy and personally endorsed by National Teacher Ji Yaoguang.
Before falling completely out with Mo Ningchen, Su Chengyu had heard tales of this martial art—only successors of the Thousand Catty Saint Envoys had the chance to learn it. Yet he never expected that their circumstances now would provide him the opportunity to witness its true essence firsthand.
“Never saw you use it back in the Demon Slayer Departnt. Who would’ve thought your betrayal would be the occasion for to experience it personally.”
Su Chengyu’s sarcastic comnt did little to shake Mo Ningchen’s resolve. Confident in this move and unfazed by Su Chengyu’s mockery, Mo Ningchen still doubted this single strike could truly corner Su Chengyu.
The purpose of this strike was simply to determine what Su Chengyu had been hiding while evading him this whole ti.
But as his punch approached, Su Chengyu did nothing extraordinary, rely continuing to brace himself desperately. It seed Su Chengyu truly had no final trick, which stirred so doubts within Mo Ningchen.
Despite his growing suspicion, Mo Ningchen was certain that Su Chengyu would either be dead or gravely injured if struck by this powerful blow. Seeing Su Chengyu take no counterasure, Mo Ningchen unleashed his attack with unrelenting force.
“If you truly have no trump card, then die here!”
At the very instant the strike was about to land, three concealed energies revealed themselves simultaneously.
Mo Ningchen detected them instantly and beca vigilant.
But he quickly realized these three Martial God-level energies were not targeting him; instead, they were cooperating with his attack, rushing toward Su Chengyu in unison. Feeling reassured, his confidence soared.
Mo Ningchen alone might not be able to ensure Su Chengyu’s demise, but with three others assisting, he was almost certain that Su Chengyu stood no chance of survival.
However, then sothing unexpected happened.
“I’ve been waiting for this mont.”
Su Chengyu spoke calmly, locking his Divine Sense onto the three hidden attackers.
Mo Ningchen’s intuition was correct—Su Chengyu had indeed held back.
But from the very beginning, Su Chengyu’s restraint had never been because of Mo Ningchen.
Mo Ningchen attaining the Martial God realm was indeed unexpected, and Cui Manlou’s ambush had successfully landed a blow on Su Chengyu.
Yet none of this was enough to leave Su Chengyu, who was thoroughly prepared before entering the Luo Clan’s Blessed Realm, utterly defeated. Su Chengyu had never revealed his true thods, waiting patiently for the three observing Luo Clan Elders to finally make their move.
“So that’s it… You’ve been holding back this entire ti just for this mont?”
Mo Ningchen suddenly realized the truth, suppressing his anger as he spoke. Understanding everything now left him with the humiliating feeling of being thoroughly underestimated.
Su Chengyu smirked, the Five-Color Divine Light spreading across his body, his wounds rapidly healing. He said calmly, “Quite the effective ‘luring the snake out of its hole,’ wouldn’t you agree?”
“Looks more like you’re setting yourself ablaze!”
Mo Ningchen’s seething fury left no room for hesitation. Discovering Su Chengyu’s true intentions—completely disregarding him—had raged him utterly. His Dharma Body surged forward with explosive force as the sound of air shattering echoed.
After three rapid sonic explosions, accompanied by golden light, Mo Ningchen’s Thousand Catty strike reached Su Chengyu first.
“Mo Ningchen, before you betrayed the Demon Slayer Departnt, though our Dao paths differed, I never looked down on you. Even Yang Qianyan and Yang Chengyin, who rely sought to exploit you, likely felt the sa.”
“Enough nonsense! Die!”
*Boom!*
The golden light of Thousand Catty collided with the Wasteland Battle Halberd. The halberd, previously dim and lifeless, now revealed its true form.
The overwhelming aura of the Road of Destruction erupted, engulfing and corroding Mo Ningchen’s fist energy completely.
Su Chengyu observed coldly and remarked calmly, “Despite entering the Martial God realm, your fists have lost their forr determination and edge.”
“Soone once told that on the cultivation path—whether of the Martial Way or as a cultivator—to achieve the Earth Immortal or Martial God realm, one must find their own Dao, even if they pursue it for a lifeti without reaching it.”
“What exactly are you trying to say?!”
Mo Ningchen, stunned by how Su Chengyu, who previously had struggled against his sword and halberd, now fended off his strike with ease, shouted in agitation.
Only now did he realize he was completely unclear about what the lower-realm cultivator before him had to say.
“Once, while you were still on your way to the Martial God realm, you earnestly sought your own Dao. But now, despite achieving that realm, you’ve lost the drive to seek it.”
Mo Ningchen froze for a mont, the realization dawning upon him but leaving him unwilling to believe what his mind was concluding.
“As you are now, you have no hope of ascending the peak, no hope of reaching the Martial God realm.”
*Boom!*
The destructive power unleashed by the Wasteland Battle Halberd ford an imnse black wave, which devoured the golden light of Thousand Catty and pierced through Mo Ningchen entirely, sending the bona fide Martial God flying.
The massive impact threw Mo Ningchen to the ground, blood surging within him as he spat out a mouthful of fresh blood.
Clenching his fist tightly and glaring at Su Chengyu, who was flanked by the three Luo Clan Elders, Mo Ningchen scread, “So what! Today, Su Chengyu, you *must* die!”
“I ca to the Luo Clan knowing I wouldn’t leave alive. But don’t worry—those three won’t be enough.”
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