Chapter 324: Chapter 323: No Regrets
In an instant, the South Witch Queen and everyone else fell into despair.
However, for so unknown reason, Ye Fan’s heart grew calm in the face of such a dire situation. A light breeze swept past, blowing his bangs across his eyes. If anyone could have seen them, they would have been utterly horrified, for his eyes were rapidly turning blood-red.
It was Demon Possession. Indeed, Ye Fan was about to undergo Demonization, a move he had used several tis before and his greatest trump card. In this state, his strength would increase manifold. However, the risk was enormous. In his current, incomplete state of Demon Possession, using the technique posed a mortal threat. But this was his last hope. Like a butterfly crossing an ocean for a single mont of splendor, Ye Fan was no exception; he would rather die fighting than wait helplessly for his end.
Mo Dianwu sneered, "Where can you run now?"
"You two have done well. Now they can’t escape at all! Hahaha, hand over the Witch Clan Inheritor, or I will slaughter your entire Witch Clan!" Mo Dianwu shouted.
The Dong Witch Queen replied coldly, "We die if we hand her over, and we die if we don’t. Why should I comply? Besides, the Witch Clan Inheritor is among us! If you really dare to kill everyone, you’ll end up killing the Inheritor as well!"
"Is that so? How strange. I heard the Inheritor is a little girl nad Yaoyao," Mo Dianwu said disdainfully.
Instantly, Ye Fan’s expression changed, as did the Dong Witch Queen’s. Just as they feared, Mo Azhu had told Mo Dianwu everything about the Inheritor.
The Dong Witch Queen glowered fiercely at Mo Azhu.
"Speak. Where is that little girl? Even if you don’t tell , the Mo Sect can find her in no ti. I hope you don’t try any pointless struggles," Mo Dianwu demanded.
But the Dong Witch Queen declared, "You will never find her. She is the hope for our Witch Clan’s revival. Even if we all perish, she must not!
"The day she rises to power will be the day your Mo Sect is destroyed!"
"Then I’ll destroy you first!" Mo Dianwu wasted no more words and charged straight at Ye Fan.
Just as Ye Fan gripped his Yuanhong Sword, about to enter a state of Demonization, Mo Azhu suddenly rushed forward, placing herself between him and the attack. Before Mo Dianwu’s palm could strike Ye Fan, she took the blow for him.
THUD!
The imnse force of the palm strike slamd into Mo Azhu. She spat out a mouthful of blood, her life fading fast.
"Why would you do that?" Ye Fan struggled to catch her falling body.
Mo Azhu was barely alive. "Whether in the Witch Clan or the Mo Sect, I was just a pawn," she said weakly. "So, I wanted to follow my own heart. And my heart... it wants you to live!"
"Ah Zhu!"
Mo Dianwu broke down at that mont. He had never imagined that his own Ah Zhu would die by his hand, trying to save an enemy. He snatched her from Ye Fan’s arms, but by then, all signs of life had already vanished.
"Why? Why were you so foolish, sacrificing your own life to save an enemy? I failed you. I never let you see your family again!
"I failed to make you the Mo Sect Princess! Why did you have to leave
first?"
Mo Dianwu wept, and this ti, his grief was profound. Although he had used Mo Azhu, it didn’t an he didn’t care for his youngest daughter. In fact, he had felt guilty about her ever since he planted her inside the Witch Clan. He had even assud she would never turn on the Witch Clan for his sake. But when her identity was revealed, she understood the difficult choices he’d made and resolutely turned against them. Only then did he realize she was his most understanding child. He had planned to take her back to the Mo Sect after all this was over, to let her enjoy the life she deserved. But in that instant, all his hopes were dashed.
Even as the Sect Leader, he could not hide the sorrow in his heart.
A bitter taste filled Ye Fan’s mouth. He never expected that, at the most critical mont, the one to block a fatal blow for him would be a young woman he had only recently t.
The Dong Witch Queen’s heart also trembled. She had always considered herself a ruthless, even cruel, person. But Mo Azhu had been her beloved disciple, serving her for over a decade, enduring scoldings and beatings without complaint. Even Mo Azhu’s betrayal had been her own fault. Only in the mont of Mo Azhu’s death did she realize how unbearable the pain of losing a beloved disciple truly was. She had dedicated herself entirely to the Witch Clan and hard so many people in the process... Was it worth it?
At this mont, Mo Dianwu gently laid Mo Azhu down, his face contorted grotesquely. He shouted, "Today, you will all die! All of you will accompany my Ah Zhu in death!
"Especially you!"
He stared at Ye Fan, and the murderous intent in his eyes sent a chill down the spines of everyone present.
"Chief!" Black Fog cried out, full of worry.
Ye Fan just shook his head and forced himself to stand.
He faced Mo Dianwu and said, "The one who killed your daughter wasn’t , nor was it the Witch Clan. It was you. If it weren’t for your boundless ambition, she would have grown up in the Mo Sect, enjoying the best years of her life!
"But because of your ambition, you abandoned her when she was just a child. You’re unfit to be a father! You killed your own daughter for your grand designs!
"Even if your plan succeeds today, you will never find peace. A cold unease and guilt will haunt your heart forever!" he said angrily.
"Shut up!" Mo Dianwu bellowed, because Ye Fan’s words had struck a raw nerve, piercing through his defenses.
But Ye Fan’s voice was like ice. "What’s the matter? Are you afraid? Can’t you face the truth? Mo Dianwu, you’re worse than an animal! You will never et a good end!"
"Then I’ll just kill you."
Mo Dianwu imdiately unleashed his Poisonous Gang Palm, launching a strike at Ye Fan from across the distance. Ye Fan countered with a slash of Sword Qi, neutralizing the attack. But he was left gasping for breath and sank to one knee.
"No! Brother Ye can’t go on!" the South Witch Queen said anxiously. "The poison is too severe. The mont he uses his Inner Strength, the poison will circulate even faster!"
The remaining leaders seethed with hatred. If Ye Fan had been at his peak, Mo Dianwu would have been no match for him. Unfortunately, he was far from it and was now being subjected to such humiliation.
Mo Dianwu said coldly, "So you can’t take it anymore! Good. As your punishnt, I will humiliate you bit by bit, and then kill you just as slowly! I’ll show you what true despair feels like!"
He began gathering his poisonous arts, preparing to torture Ye Fan once more.
At that mont, Ye Fan’s eyes flared blood-red. A faint smile touched his lips as he said, "Mo Dianwu, the price for humiliating
will be steep!"
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