All Heavenly destiny reduced to ashes
Chapter 375 - 25: The Murderer, An Jing! (5600, 2-in-1, 3/3)

Chapter 375: Chapter 25: The Murderer, An Jing! (5600, 2-in-1, 3/3)

——Reconciliation?

Speechless, An Jing raised the Sword Box and fired another sword.

But behind Mo Li, the Civil and Military Formation Plate revolved, naturally creating a powerful force that allowed the young master of Shenjing to raise his left hand. The rapid flow of icy blue luster actually directly froze the flying sword from the Sword Box between his fingers, crushing it into dust.

"Ugh!"

Though he displayed immense strength, Mo Li’s face showed a pained expression.

The boost from the Four Symbols Virtue Governing Disk and the Subdue Martial Affairs Disk exceeded his physical tolerance. Each boost, though it permeated his limbs and bones, also nearly crushed and remolded his body.

His Fate Pattern, named "Hurt Officer Drive Kill," was a type of fate that harmed others to benefit oneself. The Life Holder might harm himself, his family, his position, and his wealth, but when the depletion reached its peak, he could reverse the misfortune and then receive the boost of his Fate Pattern.

Overall, this was a Fate Pattern that required one to overcome tribulations with the aid of a noble person—now it seems that An Jing was his personal trial of life or death!

"You truly are formidable, worthy of the Divine Mandate."

Having recovered a bit, Mo Li still did not give up on reconciliation. He strenuously said, "Although I don’t know why you must attack us, everything is negotiable—what do you need? What do you want to do? We can talk about it all!"

"There’s no need for us to fight to the death, right? We don’t even have a feud!"

"Oh?"

An Jing raised an eyebrow, his hand on the hilt, and leisurely said, "I’ve already killed so many of your men, and you still want to reconcile? How would the people below view this? I’ve committed such a serious crime."

"I say you are innocent, so you are innocent!"

Hearing An Jing finally respond to him, a glint of hope flashed in Mo Li’s eyes—controlling the Array Plate in battle was too painful, and he really didn’t want to fight An Jing this way. Even if he could win, it was pure suffering and utterly unnecessary.

He eagerly said, "There are no officials or military here, only my word counts. I will pay compensation for those who died, and if you agree, we can act as if nothing happened!"

This was Mo Li’s thought process. He felt that he had no feud or grudge with An Jing and was completely unaware of how he had offended this Divine Mandate—thus, with such a low stance and holding the power of the Array Plate, An Jing had no reason to ruthlessly eliminate him and engage in a meaningless battle!

[Sigh...]

However, he then heard his own grandfather sigh helplessly and saw An Jing’s expression turn strange and puzzled.

"There really are no officials or military here?"

An Jing repeated Mo Li’s words, his tone implying something deeper, "Do you, the great young master of Shenjing, really know what you are saying?"

"Eh? Indeed, there are none..."

Mo Li seemed about to say something more, but, without a second thought, An Jing drew his blade and charged at him.

——Originally, he had been cautious, pondering whether there might be a covert guard from the Dragon Martial Great General in the city, or perhaps some Da Chen official hiding in the shadows preparing to ambush, but it turned out that the whole Linjiang City had indeed become a blank spot for Da Chen.

Given that, what was there to hesitate about? Of course, he should just kill this spoiled brat!

Though the Tyrant Sea Blade was of the Water Element, the material of the Edge Blade was ultimately metal. The Taibai Fiend’s evil Qi surged, immediately bringing forth a series of incredibly sharp Qi Blade Flowing Lights on the blade edge. A violent whirl of white Essence Qi swirled, vaguely forming patterns almost like those of a killer whale, fiercely slashing towards Mo Li.

This blade was ferocious in its approach. Although it wasn’t greatly powerful, its terror lay in its extreme precision. At the blade edge, the formless Golden Qi had already collapsed the atmosphere, turning it into a hissing vacuum blade.

"You madman!"

With frustration in his heart, having no choice but to meet the attack head-on, Mo Li did not dare underestimate An Jing. Gritting his teeth, his feet planted firmly, the ground made entirely of bluestone immediately sank three inches, kicking up clouds of dust. He merged directly with the Earth Vein, taking up a "Mountain-like Stance."

In his hand, following Grandfather Mo Que’s instruction, he raised his left arm, condensing frost into a shield, his body’s martial formation power surging to allow An Jing’s blade to pierce through the ice shield. Then, using the mountain’s force, he intended to snatch the weapon from An Jing’s hands!

But An Jing’s blade suddenly switched from a slash to a scoop. The blade turned flat, and from below upwards, it slapped the lower part of the ice shield, bursting with force, popping the ice shield upwards.

Mo Li felt the overwhelming strength gained from the martial formation suddenly spiral out of control. Originally, he had invested a great deal of strength to snatch An Jing’s weapon, but this was now being used by An Jing to force his hands upwards, exposing a large vulnerable section at his chest.

——It won’t do!

Mo Li’s heart clenched. Although he was a young master, he wasn’t truly a fool; he had some experiences in the Northern Sea Great Wall and now knew that if he exposed any weakness, even with the boost of the martial formation and Grandfather Mo Que’s instructions, he would have no chance of surviving against An Jing.

So, he gritted his teeth and let go, allowing the ice shield, concentrated with a massive amount of Inner Qi, to be scooped away. His hands crossed in front of him to defensively take An Jing’s reverse-blade strike from left to right, cutting his arms until they bled profusely, the cold air overflowing.

Boom!

The next instant, the Civil and Military Formation Plate trembled, layers of Qi bursts forcing An Jing back.

"Huh."

Flipping back to stand on a broken stone pillar, An Jing looked down at the breathless Mo Li, somewhat surprised.

——This man, when serious, could actually withstand one of his moves.

One should know that even the Western Patrol Envoy, if careless and arrogant in their encounter, would suffer greatly.

And this same Mo Li, who had previously been instantly killed by him, had not been beheaded by one move? Should it be said that General Mo Que’s guidance was formidable, or that this man, when not ambushed, actually had some skill?