Chapter 322: Chapter 321: Way of the Endless
"Mo Sect Poison Gang Palm!"
Mo Dianwu’s palm strike thundered toward Ye Fan.
"Hundred-step Flying Sword, break!"
However, Ye Fan, wielding the Yuanhong Sword, sent a slash of Sword Qi that instantly bisected the Mo Sect Poison Gang Palm.
Enraged, Mo Dianwu once again unleashed the Mo Sect Poison Gang Palm, aiming to wear Ye Fan down.
At that mont, with a flash of sword light, Ye Fan made his move. He unleashed a move of his own comprehension from the Yuanhong Sword, intending to make a bold attempt.
"Perfect timing!" Mo Dianwu said excitedly.
He had been worrying about how to get close to Ye Fan, and now his opponent was taking the initiative to attack. This created the perfect opportunity for him.
"Mo Jade Demon Statue!"
A toxic buddha materialized behind Mo Dianwu, instantly stirring up a bloody storm. This Mo Jade Demon Statue not only carried terrifying poison but also imnse power as it lunged toward Ye Fan with a palm strike.
"Brother Ye, be careful!"
The high-ranking mbers of the Witch Clan urgently warned Ye Fan one after another. Even Black Fog broke out in a cold sweat, for the move was dreadfully powerful.
But Ye Fan seed not to have heard them. He brandished the Yuanhong Sword and shouted, "Conquer the World!"
Conquer the World collided with the Mo Jade Demon Statue, unleashing a clash of the most potent Sword Qi and toxic energy. The distant observers were horrified. They all wondered if these two were n or gods, questioning how they could unleash such fearso combat power.
After the clash, Ye Fan appeared behind Mo Dianwu and sheathed his Yuanhong Sword.
The crowd was unaware of the outco. They only knew that the previous exchange had been vicious. It had happened so fast they hadn’t even seen either of them move, leaving them unable to comprehend how they had even struck.
At that mont, blood began to flow from Mo Dianwu’s arm.
Instantly, the Mo Sect Martial Artists were shocked. Their Sect Leader was a master who had reached the pinnacle of both poison techniques and martial arts, yet he had been wounded. It was truly inconceivable.
The Witch Clan’s upper echelons, its martial artists, and even Black Fog were equally incredulous. Mo Dianwu, after all, had been at the Emperor Level for a century. To think he would be wounded by Ye Fan today was unthinkable. In the eyes of the Witch Clan leadership, even if Ye Fan was also at the Emperor Level, he should still fall a little short of Mo Dianwu’s power.
In Black Fog’s view, they should have been evenly matched. Even if Mo Dianwu’s poison techniques were powerful, Ye Fan’s own thods were nothing to scoff at. In a battle where no one had favored him, one could say that Ye Fan had quietly staged a coback.
At this, Ye Fan turned and said to Mo Dianwu, "You’ve lost."
The simple declaration sent shockwaves through the crowd. Those two words were too stunning; they seed to declare the final outco. In a battle between Martial Artists, the beginning and the process were irrelevant—only the result mattered. To think that Mo Dianwu, a powerhouse who had awed the world for a century, had been defeated by Ye Fan... it was unimaginable.
Mo Dianwu shouted in anger, "I don’t believe it! Your sword can’t possibly be that fast!"
Ye Fan replied, "If you want to try again, I don’t mind."
The statent resonated throughout the crowd. It was filled with a dominance so potent that even Mo Dianwu felt compelled to back down.
However, just then, Ye Fan felt a sharp jolt in his chest. He struggled to breathe as pain forced him to one knee. He wasn’t the only one; Black Fog was, too.
Black Fog let out a muffled grunt.
They had not anticipated such an unexpected turn of events. Had they been poisoned by Mo Dianwu? It seed impossible, as Black Fog had always maintained a great distance.
"HAHAHA!" Mo Dianwu laughed maniacally.
Ye Fan shouted, "Black Fog and I have been poisoned!"
"Who poisoned you?" the Dong Witch Queen demanded.
The Witch Clan’s upper echelons were instantly shaken. If Ye Fan was poisoned, their last hope would be extinguished. When could he and Black Fog possibly have been afflicted?
"It was ." Ah Zhu suddenly erged from the Witch Clan’s ranks.
At this, the Dong Witch Queen, shaking with anger, shouted at her, "How could it be you? I raised you with my own hands! Why would you do this?"
She would have suspected anyone else, but never Ah Zhu. It had to be said, this outco was completely unexpected.
"It was the wine!" Black Fog imdiately exclaid.
The night they roasted wild chicken and rabbit, Ah Zhu had brought over a jug of hard liquor. They were poisoned after drinking it. They never expected Ah Zhu would be the one to betray them.
Ah Zhu said coldly, "Surprised? I don’t think you should be."
"I raised you with my own hands! Why would you harm them and betray the Witch Clan?" The Dong Witch Queen was already in despair, enraged by Ah Zhu’s actions. To think that after she had dedicated herself to reviving the Witch Clan, spending decades searching for an heir, it would be her own beloved protégée who pushed her into an inescapable trap.
At this, Ah Zhu said, "Because I was never a mber of the Witch Clan to begin with."
"Then who are you?" the Dong Witch Queen demanded.
As the truth dawned on him, Ye Fan was devastated. I prepared for every possibility, but I never guarded against this... The traitor was Ah Zhu. Her disguise had been perfect; she had deceived everyone.
"Because she is my youngest daughter, Mo Azhu!" Mo Dianwu laughed wildly. This feeling is incredibly satisfying.
"Why?" the Dong Witch Queen demanded.
Mo Dianwu said, "I wanted to take down your Witch Clan a century ago, but I only truly put my plan into action twenty years ago. I planted my youngest daughter within your clan, first, to gather intelligence for
and find out whether the Witch Clan Patriarch was truly dead. And second, so she could help
claim victory in a single stroke at the most critical mont. It seems that plan has now succeeded."
Mo Dianwu’s face was wreathed in a triumphant smile. Ah Zhu, anwhile, seed unable to face the mbers of the Witch Clan.
The Dong Witch Queen exclaid, "Impossible! I adopted her before she was old enough to understand anything. She couldn’t possibly have known her identity!"
Mo Dianwu laughed maniacally. "It’s precisely because your Witch Clan is so guarded that I sent her to you when she was still too young to understand anything. This made you lower your guard. At the sa ti, she didn’t know her own identity, so there was no risk of her exposing the secret. It was only in the last two years that I finally told her the truth. For the rise of the Mo Sect, her actions are perfectly justifiable! This is a sacrifice she had to make because she is my daughter, the daughter of Mo Dianwu!"
So that was the truth. Mo Dianwu’s sche had surpassed everyone’s expectations. No one could believe the outco could be so cruel.
The Dong Witch Queen shouted at Ah Zhu, "You are truly ruthless! I raised you all these years, and you betray us just like that!"
Ah Zhu replied, "I have no feelings for you. I wouldn’t even hesitate to kill you right now.
"You may have raised , but I was always just soone you could hit whenever you pleased. Your eyes only ever saw the heir, and I was just a pawn for that heir! You intended to push
out as a decoy heir at the right mont, have
killed so everyone would believe the true heir of the Witch Clan was dead. Search your heart—did you ever truly have any feelings for ?"
Her words left the Dong Witch Queen speechless. After all, it was the truth. But who could ever have imagined that Ah Zhu was Mo Dianwu’s daughter?
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