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Chapter 377 - 25: The Killer, An Jing! (5600, 2-in-1, 3/3)_3

Chapter 377: Chapter 25: The Killer, An Jing! (5600, 2-in-1, 3/3)_3

Mo Li subconsciously let out a wild howl, soaring into the skies, as the ice and snow around him condensed into a familiar long spear. As the spear danced in the air, powered by the energy of the formation plate, it transformed into an unbreakable wall that blocked An Jing’s ferocious slash.

In the city center, the fierce wind howled and steel clashed. The Tyrant Sea Blade collided with the frost spear formed from the formation plate’s power, creating a fountain-like spray of ice shards and cold air, mixed with the sharpness of blade light, sweeping through the nearby streets.

In less than a blink of an eye, An Jing had already exchanged several rounds with Mo Li. The turbulence stirred up dust and frost, forming a drifting cloud of snow in the center of the city.

Although Mo Li’s strength was superior, enabling him to repel An Jing’s seemingly clumsy but actually intricate giant blade attacks, the more they fought, the more perilous he felt. He found he could no longer rely solely on simple techniques to counter An Jing’s attacks and was forced to suppress him with considerably stronger power again and again.

How could he not understand that An Jing was using him as a target to practice his moves? The fear and frustration of having an advantage but being gradually caught up by the opponent made him increasingly irritable, even causing him to roar, "You divine-commanded lord, why do you come to bully us ordinary martial artists?!"

"What nonsense!"

Hearing such absurd words, An Jing’s originally calm expression instantly darkened. Grinding his teeth, he said, "If I weren’t divinely commanded, wouldn’t I be bullied by you instead?"

"This divine mandate is exactly for bullying you!"

With that, he completely stopped responding to anything Mo Li said. The edge of the giant blade in his hand began to rotate rapidly like a chainsaw, heating and twisting the surrounding air and snow until it boiled, slashing towards his enemy, now transformed into a dragon.

With a sweep of the spear, Mo Li could still deflect An Jing’s giant blade, but it was clear that it took him more effort.

Thanks to his interactions with Mo Li, or perhaps the power of the Civil and Military Formation Plate, An Jing had fully mastered his dual divine powers. Although he couldn’t break through the opponent’s defense, the more solid the line of defense, the more it enhanced his ability to find opportunities to attack.

But to be honest, An Jing was already a bit tired. Although he practiced both immortal martial arts and had abundant spirit qi, all his abilities were heavy energy consumers. Fighting Mo Li alone really didn’t warrant exhausting himself to the point of fatigue.

And just then, the Formation Plate behind Mo Li trembled slightly, its light dimming a bit.

In a corner of Kanming City, Xuanyin Qi gathered, slightly suppressing an "Earth Pulse Node", causing Linjiang City’s Great Formation to run sluggishly, and along with it, the power of the formation plate began to decline.

"Ha."

Seeing Mo Li’s panicked expression, An Jing knew that his opponent’s defeat was imminent. If Bai Qinghan damaged more than three or four Earth Pulse Nodes, then the power of the formation plate, which was not deeply integrated with the Earth Vein, would decline to Inner Strength level.

Then, cutting him down would be as easy as slaughtering a chicken, simply a matter of whether it would be into a few hundred or a few thousand pieces.

"Run!"

But Mo Li was not really foolish. The moment he heard An Jing shout "Destroy the Earth Pulse Node," he knew that An Jing had accomplices in the city. If he couldn’t defeat An Jing, he would inevitably be continuously weakened and finally be killed alive by An Jing and his allies.

He had to take a risk to seek a slim chance of survival, to burst forth with power, even if it meant suffering severe injuries, to absolutely overpower and cut down An Jing with his superior strength!

But because of An Jing’s reputation in Kanming City for slaying three Grandmasters, where would he dare to take a risk?

And now, Mo Li had completely lost the will to fight and turned to flee immediately!

Boom! A blade swung into empty air, smashing heavily onto the ground, opening a crack that spanned across the street. An Jing watched Mo Li’s retreating figure in some surprise, then quickly followed him.

The two ran across streets and houses, racing across the rooftops of Linjiang City like two streaks of light, seemingly unable to catch up with each other.

But soon, accompanied by a burst of potent wood energy, a second Earth Pulse Node was suppressed. Clearly, Xu Tai had acted, deliberating before ultimately deciding to help An Jing.

Mo Li’s speed slowed, and he was about to be caught up by An Jing.

But just as An Jing crossed a house, this great young lord of Shenjing abruptly turned around, his eyes filled with wild joy.

"You’ve fallen into the trap!"

In that instant, the Civil and Military Formation Plate burst into brilliant light, and the energy of the Earth Pulse surged from beneath that house, enveloping An Jing.

This place turned out to be an Earth Pulse Node, and Mo Li activated it, forcibly causing it to erupt with overwhelming Golden Yang Power. Combined with the Civil and Military Formation Plate, a vast power surged forth, intending to forcibly wrest the giant blade from An Jing’s hands.

An Jing had no choice but to let go and discard his weapon. As he let go, he watched the giant blade spin away, sucked in by the Civil and Military Formation Plate!

Because the power was too enormous, if he didn’t let go, his whole body would have been dragged towards the Civil and Military Formation Plate to be suppressed by the giant blade centered around the Tyrant Sea Blade.

Now the two formation plates were rotating in opposition, continuously suppressing and wearing down the giant blade while the colors of cyan and gold dominated the clash. Even the power of the Earth Vein was blossoming, subtly overpowering An Jing’s two Divine Skills.

"Hahaha, did you really think I was afraid of you!"

At this moment, having sealed An Jing’s weapon and Divine Skills, Mo Li finally breathed a sigh of relief and burst into laughter.

He stared intently at An Jing, whose eyes were turning draconic as blood threads spread, the blue fire in his pupils intensifying gradually, "Now I want to see how you’re going to fight me without your weapon and Divine Skills!"

"Are you an idiot?"

In response, An Jing gave him a look of disbelief, along with a baffling statement, "That Five Metals Dragon Slayer Giant Blade just now weighed fifteen thousand kilograms."

Having lost the giant blade and Tyrant Sea Blade temporarily unable to use his Divine Skills, An Jing was not panicked at all. Instead, he slowly clenched his fists, addressing a puzzled Mo Li, "Swinging it requires a force far exceeding fifteen thousand kilograms."

The shallow gold light that enveloped An Jing’s whole body transformed into a crimson hue, and the veins on his exposed skin began to appear like blood vessels.

His long hair wildly dancing, the crimson Spiritual Fiend burst forth, releasing a bloody yet pure vitality.

"That is to say."

An Jing’s aura burned intensely. As a pervasive sense of immense power spread, he spoke in a tone suggesting Mo Li’s lack of common sense was incomprehensible, lifting his fist, "What do you think I rely on to swing that fifteen-thousand-kilogram Zhanlong Great Saber so vigorously?"

—And now that you’ve lost the protection of the formation plate, what makes you think you can fight me?

Without further words.

An Jing took a step forward with his fist tightly clenched.

Weblike cracks spread and burst open on the ground, and accompanying An Jing, who turned into a blur speeding forward, circles of crimson Blood Fiend rings expanded.

The two formation plates were still suppressing An Jing’s weapon and Divine Skills, having consumed a significant portion of their power. Along with three Earth Pulse Nodes being destroyed, they were no longer able to protect Mo Li, supported only by a bit of Inner Strength.

"Darn!"

Finally realizing the situation, Mo Li’s complexion suddenly changed. As he was about to turn and run, he felt a pain on his neck before he could take a step.

Then, he saw his headless body running forward, his neck spewing purple-blue True Spirit Blood. It ran nearly a hundred meters before it slowly collapsed to the ground, twitching non-stop.

—Without external help... was I really just killed instantly?

—Grandpa, save me...

With no strength left to think, Mo Li’s consciousness plunged into darkness.

An Jing held up Mo Li’s head and a twisted spinal cord, dripping with fresh blood.

He lifted it, expression unchanged, gazing into the still-burning blue flames in its eyes: "Any last words, Dragon Martial General?"

"The one who slays your descendant does not change his name or seat, for I am Divinely Commanded An Jing."