Dominating Martial King
Chapter 129 - 129 126 Against the Current

129: Chapter 126: Against the Current 129: Chapter 126: Against the Current Chu Xisheng was ruthless and fierce, decapitating Mu Ling with a single blow wasn’t enough; he continued to wield his blade multiple times, chopping Mu Ling’s body into seventeen or eighteen pieces.

Finally, Ying Haobai, the White Eyebrow Tiger, snapped back to reality, his eyes bulging with rage.

His brows twitched like two venomous snakes leaping forth, aiming straight for Chu Xisheng’s right chest.

Chu Xisheng had been on guard against him all along.

He immediately pulled back his sword to slash in return, opting not to defend but to counterattack instead.

His sword move “Wind Trace” followed a profoundly mysterious curve, aimed directly at Ying Haobai’s throat, forcing the latter to block.

When their weapons clashed, there was a ‘Clank’ of ear-piercing metallic sharpness.

Chu Xisheng then took the opportunity to slide back several steps, his posture as graceful as a crane, elegant and effortless.

Ying Haobai’s complexion slightly darkened, unable to continue the pursuit.

The man in front of him was indeed strong, no less formidable than Tie Xiu Luo Si Huangquan!

Ying Haobai looked down at his right hand, only to see a deep sword cut on his wrist, bone visible within the wound.

This was inflicted by the light of Chu Xisheng’s sword.

Ying Haobai struck first, but his opponent’s sword was a split second faster.

One was Chu Xisheng’s sword speed, which had reached a terrifyingly swift level; the other was that he had several sword wounds on his body, his physical strength had waned, his speed of strike drastically slower than before, let alone being a match for Chu Xisheng.

However, it was quite clear that Chu Xisheng had shown mercy.

His last strike could have sliced off Ying Haobai’s wrist, yet it only cut through the tendons.

The injury could be treated afterwards by a renowned doctor, but for the time being, it rendered his right hand useless in battle.

Ying Haobai was still unable to contain his fury, “What do you mean by this, Chu Xisheng?

Why did you kill my sorcerer?”

If Chu Xisheng didn’t give him a satisfactory explanation, he would fight at the cost of his life to make him pay!

Chu Xisheng’s expression was indifferent as he coldly responded, “Haven’t I already said?

It was to eliminate the true culprit behind the blood mist incident.”

Upon hearing this, the crowd present couldn’t help but be slightly taken aback, their eyes full of astonishment.

This sorcerer Mu Ling, he was the one who threw those five Blood Beads?

“Mu Ling is the real culprit?”

Ying Haobai replied not with anger but laughter, his face grim as iron, and his fury intensified, “He’s just a Ninth Grade sorcerer, what capability does he have to pull that off?

And what evidence do you have?”

He thought he knew everything there was to know about sorcerer Mu Ling.

Therefore, Ying Haobai didn’t believe a single word uttered by Chu Xisheng.

“How ridiculous your words are,” Chu Xisheng said with a scornful look in his eyes, “A mere sorcerer ranks in the top ten on the score stele?”

This remark made everyone pause momentarily.

They recalled Mu Ling’s score on the stele was one hundred and thirty, only ten points behind Ying Haobai.

This meant that Mu Ling’s performance at the Enlightenment Stele was only slightly less than Ying Haobai and the others.

Moreover, at the Killing Stele, Mu Ling had taken the lives of fifteen people.

——Could this really be the work of a sorcerer?

This Mu Ling, it’s likely he practiced Dual Cultivation of Magic and Martial Arts, and his strength was not insignificant.

“I don’t know if you are genuinely foolish or if someone has tampered with your minds, preventing you from realizing this point,” Chu Xisheng said, his hand resting on the hilt of his waist sword, as he looked towards Zhuo Baiyun, “Brother Zhuo, think carefully, when you approached Mu Ling during the second trial, was Mu Ling really checking the bodies, or was he collecting Qi-Blood Essence and spiritual quality from those corpses?”

Zhuo Baiyun was taken aback at these words and thought carefully, “I’m not sure, but when I approached him at the time, he made a defensive gesture, and the Qi-Blood Essence and spiritual quality of those five people had indeed been drained away.”

Everyone standing by their respective Stone Coffins had a slight shift in their expressions as they contemplated; they realized that this sorcerer Mu Ling was indeed highly suspect.

Chu Xisheng then scanned the crowd, “Does anyone remember where Mu Ling was standing when those Blood Beads were thrown out?”

Ying Haobai’s body shuddered upon hearing this, his eyes showing signs of bewilderment.

He truly remembered where Mu Ling had stood at that time—

“I have a vague recollection of this matter,” Lu Chen narrowed his eyes, gazing darkly at the corpse of Mu Ling, then looked at Ying Haobai, “He was standing near Zhuo Baiyun!

No more than three steps away.”

Si Huangquan also watched Ying Haobai with a cold and sinister gaze.

Mu Ling was a subordinate of Ying Haobai, so what role did this White Eyebrow Tiger play in all this?

Zhuo Baiyun’s complexion was complex.

He had understood why the Blood Bead appeared near him, and why their Shuiyun Palace suffered the heaviest losses.

It must have been Mu Ling, fearing that he would discover the flaw and wanting to put him to death.

But what exactly was that madness-inducing blood mist?

And what was Mu Ling’s purpose?

Could it be that this person was vying for the leader’s position in the Secret Realm?

Ying Haobai clenched his fists tightly, biting down hard on the root of his teeth, “These are all your conjectures.

What evidence do you have?

Don’t forget, it was Mu Ling who arranged the Qi Observation formation earlier, predicting fortune and misfortune, leading everyone safely through the Ghost Character Path!”

Upon hearing this, Chu Xisheng couldn’t help but sneer ironically, “Your point is valid, but let’s look at it from another perspective.

Could his goal not have been to deliver everyone intact to the front of the Killing Stele to be slaughtered?

Nearly four hundred corpses, all having their Qi-Blood Essence and spiritual quality drained, and to this day no one knows where it went.”

He then raised his eyebrows slightly, showing a defiant expression, “And why would I need evidence?

If I find him suspicious, slaughtering him is justifiable.”

Of course, he couldn’t be so brutal to kill someone without reason.

It was only after close observation that he discovered that this person indeed had no traces of the Heart Tying Gu, which led him to launch a sudden attack.

This Mu Ling was either the true culprit behind the blood mist or someone who had detected the Heart Tying Gu and knew how to prevent and expel it.

Either scenario meant the man deserved to be executed.

What caused Chu Xisheng’s mood to darken, however, was that the ‘veins’ on the faces of the people present hadn’t subsided and were still pulsating and wriggling.

Some with more noticeable symptoms even had them spread across their faces.

The frightening thing was that these people seemed completely unaware of these abnormalities.

Just as Chu Xisheng furrowed his brows, feeling an uneasy premonition, the entire Han white jade Square suddenly began to shake.

Caught off guard, some people had to brace themselves against the nearby stone coffins to remain upright.

At this moment, streaks of bizarre crimson spirit light fell from the sky, landing directly above the Medicine Pond in front of the ‘Dream’ Stele.

Then the spirit light transformed, condensing into the figure of a refined, imposing middle-aged man.

Chu Xisheng looked at this person and was momentarily taken aback.

This shadowy soul figure that manifested above the Medicine Pond was none other than the East State Martial Arts Tower Master, the Divine Mechanism Scholar they had seen upon entering the Secret Realm.

Why had this person appeared here?

After Situ Li appeared above the Medicine Pond, he first glanced around.

Then his gaze settled on the body of Mu Ling.

He frowned slightly, then with a gesture, he drew out a stream of green Qi from the Medicine Pond, sending it into the chunks of flesh that had been Mu Ling, which was cut into seventeen or eighteen pieces.

Then the blood that had spilled from Mu Ling began to flow backwards, and his body was pieced together by an abnormal power, quickly restored to its original state.

His blood-stained face even curled into a sinister smile at the corner of his mouth.

Chu Xisheng inwardly shuddered, his heart skipping a beat.

But without any hesitation, he slashed down with his sword, decapitating Mu Ling once again.

However, no sooner had Chu Xisheng’s sword light passed than the wound on Mu Ling’s neck healed as before.

Mu Ling’s figure violently retreated, quickly moving out of the range of Chu Xisheng’s sword.

At the same time, Ying Haobai, with a Water Splitting Needle in his left hand, struck at Chu Xisheng again from the side.

And it wasn’t just one person who made a move against Chu Xisheng at that moment.

Several Ninth Grade Martial Cultivators nearby, seemingly unable to control their bodies, lunged at Chu Xisheng like crazed tigers.