by Fang Xiang
It might have been the stimulation from Pu Yao and Wei that Zuo Mo's attention was exceedingly focused. The power of the Great Day mo physique was yearning to go inside his body while his ling power and consciousness were circulating on their own.
After cultivating shen power, the connection between the three powers grew closer and moving one would activate and pull everything along.
But Zuo Mo's attention was not on his own body. His attention was focused all behind him!
He seemed to be standing inside a void with two thousand candle flames behind him each was a star.
Every hardship guard was like wisp of candle flame. They pulsed along with the rhythm of his own heart! The two brightest flames should be Shu Long and A Wen. Zuo Mo seemed thoughtful.
Two thousand candle flames pulsed to the same beat.
The threads of power gathered between them.
Power and killing essence was continuously added. Zuo Mo felt his body was like an inflated balloon filled with dark killing intent and destructive power. They continuously beat against his mind.
"Kill!"
Zuo Mo's roar carried a thread of pain as he slapped towards the ball of black mist!
"Kill!"
The hardship guards shouted angrily and attacked at the same time!
The black smoke condensed from killing essence gathered at Zuo Mo's right pal as though it was the rivers flowing into the ocean.
The Day Script on Zuo Mo's right palm suddenly activated.
It wasn't the usual blinding golden light but a terrifying dark red!
Day Script Palm!
Woosh-hiss!
The sharp howl sounded in all directions!
———
The moment the dark red Day Script left Zuo Mo's hand, it furiously pulled at the air and all the ling power within ten li. The air seemed to be dyed with a layer of red and the temperature of the air shot up.
"Day Script Palm! Great Day mo physique!"
Ye Ling was so shocked he almost shouted. Zuo Mo was completely ignorant of mo skills and mo physiques but as a true-blood mo, Ye Ling was familiar with all kinds of famous mo physiques.
When he saw this dark red Day Script , he almost went insane.
The Crow Fiend Mo Kill Formation, standing in the position of that mo would standing, people unaffected by the mo grass seed, these all shocked him.
But when he saw this Day Script , he completely turned into chaos.
All Hail The King!
Day Script Palm … … this … … this really was the Day Script Palm … …
Great Day mo physique, ranking second in colonel mo physiques!
Day Scrip Palm, one of the six transformations of the Great Day mo physique!
But … … wasn't the Great Day mo physique something only mo with the highest of bloodlines could cultivate?
When were even xiuzhe able to cultivate the Great Day mo physique? Was it now fashionable for xiuzhe to cultivate mo physiques?
Who really was the mo here … …
Wait!
Mo … … unless the other was mo as well!
Ye Ling was astounded at this daring and crazy idea that popped up. He seemed to be struck by lightning!
Mo!
Yes, the opponent was a mo!
Only mo could cultivate the mo physique. Ye Ling always paid attention to news from the front lines. They had never discovered any xiuzhe that cultivated the mo physique. The only thing similar to the mo physique were the dhyana xiu of the xiuzhe but the two had innate differences.
He was ten thousand percent sure this was the Great Day mo physique, and this Great Day mo physique that had been cultivated to an extremely high level! The cultivation difficulty of the Great Day mo physique was just as famous and terrifying as its ranking among colonel level mo physiques. Its six transformations were even harder to cultivate!
This definitely was not any dhayna technique!
The dark red Day Script pulled at all kinds of energies within ten li!
Even fine black smoke that were like razors were layered by the purest of mo killing essence.
Yes, he had not seen it wrong!
Ye Ling was frightened by his own thinking.
Mo?
A mo that had been lost in xiuzhe territories?
Lost in the xiuzhe world, possessing the highest bloodline, a mo that tried to create a mo army!
Oh, All Hail The King!
Translator Ramblings: Mo culture dump. Mo skills - anyone can cultivate them with hard work, mo physique, something to do with bloodlines. This is why Pu Yao and Wei found it weird Zuo Mo could have a physique.
Chapter 518: All Hail The King!
The dark red Day Script howled as it reached him almost instantaneously.
It really was the Day Script Palm!
At such a crucial time, Ye Ling did not feel any fear from being hit but instead felt extremely excited.
Day Script Palm!
Great Day mo physique!
All Hail The King!
His vision sudden became slightly blurred as a daring and insane idea revolved in his mind. He was extremely excited but his strong mind had been tempered through many battles showed in his unwavering spirit. He tightly gritted his teeth and channeled his mo skill to its limits.
The other's skill in the Day Script Palm was very profound but in his view, the other's battle formation was still slightly lacking.
This was his chance, and the only opportunity he could exploit!
Otherwise, with the Great Day mo physique working with the Crow Fiend Mo Kill Formation, his Mist Hand Seat and the Skynet Combat Formation had no chance of victory.
In his view, it was logical that a descendant of a noble mo lineage lost in the xiuzhe world to be lacking in their understanding of mo battle formations.
The cultivation of the mo physique could be reached through talent and mo skills but battle formations could only mature through experience in the military.
The grey mist suddenly shot out many thin chains made from grey mist, like tentacles.
They were sharks that smelt blood and furiously flooded towards the intimidating Day Script!
Pia pia pia!
The grey mist tentacles had not even neared the Day Script when they were crushed by the powerful presence of the Day Script and exploded!
As expected of the legendary Great Day mo physique!
Ye Ling's eyes grew bright within the grey mist. Strangely, there was joy on his face.
The grey mist tentacles shot at the Day Script at an even faster rate. The tentacles were densely packed and seemed endless. Explosions rang out but the number of grey mist tentacles were even more numerous as though there was no end to them.
Pia pia pia!
The grey mist from every destroyed tentacle would be dispersed by the Day Script. Looking from afar, it seemed as the Day Script was continuously consuming the grey mist tentacles!
Ye Ling methodically controlled every strand of grey mist.
He quickly started to show tiredness.
He was filled with shock. He found he had underestimated the other's skill in the Great Day mo physique. This was the deep mo layer, this was definitely the Great Day mo physique at the deep mo layer, only then could it have such domineering power!
A Great Day mo physique in the deep mo layer!
Once this idea came into his mind, he couldn't help but shudder!
Such an outstanding mo. In any of the mo jie, he definitely would be a genius unable to be dismissed!
He was so young, so filled with talent, and had such a limitless future!
To be able to create a mo army in the xiuzhe world, he must be stubborn and resilient, determined and persistence. He couldn't dare think of the hardships involved!
All Hail The King!
Heavens, are you trying to make it up to your servant for being unable to cultivate the Mist mo physique, by delivering such a great opportunity in front of me?
All of Ye Ling's compos
ure flew away.
However, he had to first deal with what was in front of him!
Ye Ling forced himself to calm down. He was unable to cultivate the Mist mo physique and he could only withstand this attack through the power of the battle formation.
Sharp howls suddenly rang out from within the grey mist.
Countless crescent-shaped mist blades suddenly flew out of the mist like a tsunami. They drew out strange curves in the air and shot at the Day Script that was incoming!
Looking down from the sky, this scene was spectacular.
Like whips, the grey mist tentacles shot out in ruler-straight lines, shooting out like spears. The deep howling as they cut through the air caused people's minds to waver!
Boom boom boom!
But the Day Script was still unstoppable. No matter if it was the grey mist tentacles or the crescent mist blades, they exploded once they got near!
But even so, the attacks continued each like a thunderous rain drop and managed to push back the Day Script!
The grey mist tentacles and the crescent-shaped mist blades were coming increasingly close to the Day Script.
Within the grey mist, every mo soldier was releasing their own attacks at the fastest possible rate. When each attack was released, it would be shrouded in a layer of grey mist. They did not need to control the direction of the attack, they only had to release attacks at the fastest possible rate.
Boom!
A crescent-shaped mist blade heavily struck the Day Script.
The attacks that came after slammed the Day Script like a storm!
The Day Script finally could not stand up and exploded!
All the energies within ten li pulsed along with this huge explosion!
Among the grey mist were sounds of panting. Every mo soldier had a face full of shock.
This was just the first round of the enemy's attack!
———
Zuo Mo frowned. The other's battle method was very strange. Was this the so-called Mist Hand Seat? However, this Mist Hand Seat was strange but he did not feel it was powerful. He was not so arrogant to think that he could defeat the other in one blow.
He felt his body was full of energy that could not be used up. He was filled with the desire to fight.
Come on, baby!
He shouted inside.
"He hasn't cultivated the Mist mo physique, no wonder he is so weak." Pu Yao was greatly disappointed. He had felt the other could give Wei a shock but hadn't expected it to be damaged goods. He was full of disappointment.
In a blink, the duo's positions had switched. Wei's pious smile came back on. "Yes, such a pity."
Hearing the exchange between the two, Zuo Mo twisted his lips. The power of the Crow Fiend Mo Kill Formation filled every corner of his body. His excitement activated the Great Day mo physique to its limits, his excitement caused him to turn into a battle maniac. He was like a lion with bloodshot eyes that wanted to charge and tear the enemy into pieces.
Come on, baby!
Overexcited, a strange blade that seemed to burn in flame appeared in Zuo Mo's hand!
Vast power flowed through his arm into the Midday Blade in his hand. Woosh, the golden flames suddenly jumped up high. At the same time, the Great Day Banded Flame inside Zuo Mo's body uncontrollably sprouted out.
Shrouded completely in golden flames, Zuo Mo held a blade that was also covered in golden flames!
Zuo Mo was immersed into excitement!
The Midday Blade was raised up high. Behind him, all the hardship guards raised up the mo weapons in their hands. Each mo weapon was shrouded in black mist!
If this strike landed, it could tear apart the sky!
Zuo Mo was like a bloodthirsty lion that stared at the roiling grey mist.
"Sire, please wait a moment!"
Within the mist, a hurried voice suddenly passed out.
Zuo Mo stilled.
A middle-aged person dressed in grey robes walked out of the grey mist. He possessed a pair of grey eyes that looked extremely deep.
He walked along to the front of the formation and bowed to Zuo Mo.
"Sir, I am the commander of this troop. We surrender!"
What! Surrender?
What sort of interjie joke was this?
Zuo Mo felt as though he was having problems with his hearing. Surrender? Hadn't the fight just begun?
The person in front had a respectful expression and was extremely polite. He looked very normal!
Mo military surrendering to xiuzhe?
Was there something wrong with his brain?
The suddenly surrender, or rather, the battle general's polite, respectful and sincere surrender forced every bit of Zuo Mo's burning battle spirit back inside!
"Sir, please allow us to surrender to you. We are willing to swear our allegiance to Daren!" Ye Ling's voice was deep and hoarse, carrying sincerity that even an idiot could detect.
The mo soldiers behind him shifted.
I … … I … … I … …
Forced back, Zuo Mo felt as though something was blocking him from to speaking. In reality, he still held the Midday Blade up ready to strike. It was only his thoughts that seemed to be frozen in wax.
"To surrender to someone that cultivates the Great Day mo physique, this is our honor! Please allow us to follow behind Daren, we are willing to burn our lives for Daren to command. Daren's commands are our honor!"
Ye Ling humbly bowed deeply.
"All Hail The King!"
Hearing the words "Great Day mo physique," the restless mo army suddenly stilled. Immediately after, uncontrolled joy shone on many of their faces.
Moments later, all the mo soldiers bowed and shouted in unison.
"All Hail The King!"
Everyone behind Zuo Mo was stunned by this scene. Even the mature and composed Shu Long looked on with a dazed stare at the mo army and was unable to make a sound. The lively A Wen's mouth was gaping. He looked as though he had seen a ghost.
The worst off was Gu Ming Gong. He was in complete chaos as he murmured to himself, "Illusion … … this must be an illusion … … is this a trick? Has Daren sent someone to pretend to be mo? Was this a trick from the start … … this old man … … which mother***ing jie is this … …"
Everyone behind Zuo Mo turned to stone. Even Pu Yao and Wei were almost driven slightly insane by the scene in front of them.
"Are they really mo? When did the mo become this spineless?" Pu Yao looked at Ye Ling as though he wanted to pluck out Ye Ling's soul and examine it.
"Degeneration! This is degeneration!" Wei howled. He felt discomfort as though he swallowed a fly.
This guy was a neat freak.
But the one feeling the most discomfort was Zuo Mo.
His spirit had never burned like this before, never had such fighting spirit, never had been as impulsive as this … …
It all stopped and he had to suppress it!
Zuo Mo's frozen face first turned pale and turn red. Energy flowed up, and his face was so red as though blood could start dripping out at any moment.
Big Bro, you're messing with me!
A moment later, Zuo Mo could only wail inside helplessly.
But the other's attitude was sincere, humble, and the tone as well as polite. No matter how suppressed the fighting spirit was, he could not vent it. Face flushed from suppressing it, Zuo Mo could not swallow the breath or breath out. He didn't manage to say a word at all.
The exciting battlefield suddenly sank into a strange silence.
Ye Ling's battalion still maintained their bows motionlessly. They were like a group of statues. Not one mo soldier moved.
A light of unusual determination flashed on everyone's face.
Great Day mo physique!
That was the Great Day mo physique of legend!
Only mo that had the most noble bloodlines and unparalleled talent could cultivate this kind of mo physique! This kind of mo possessed the potential to become king!
Every mo soldier seemed to see the great path shining in front of them!
All Hail The King!
Translator Ramblings: Okay, first clarification, no, Zuo Mo is not of any "royal" bloodline relating to any mo king. Second, Ye Ling is slightly overexcited and working with the knowledge he has which is high bloodline=possibility of being king. He's not exactly Pu Yao and Wei in terms of knowledge and pretty much has no idea of what goes on. Basically, Zuo Mo is not going to magically become king.
Also, a certain gummi has made changes to a certain page. It is an amazing amount of work.
Chapter 519: On The Same Path
Complete silence!
A complete and deathly silence .
Everyone started to recover from the initial shock, especially Shu Long and his group. Even though this incident had occurred so suddenly and was so implausible, it had happened in front of him!
Everyone looked at Zuo Mo. Many people couldn't help but sigh inside—as expected of Daren!
Zuo Mo could not pay attention to them so much. His spirit was suppressed almost to the point of causing an internal injury, it took great effort to calm the energies roiling inside of him.
But as more and more gazes looked at him, he felt he needed to give, oh, display more of the mannerisms of a boss.
He straightened and coughed lightly. In the silence, it was unusually clear. He frightened himself.
Ye Ling and the other's suddenly became alert, their expressions even more respectful.
"I say, this … …" When Zuo Mo started to speak, the presence of a boss instantly dissipated, "you guys want to pledge allegiance to me?"
"Yes, Daren!" Ye Ling's response was clean and crisp.
"Why?" Zuo Mo asked curiously. His question attracted everyone's attention. Truthfully, no one understood what was going on.
"Daren has the potential to become king," Ye Ling unhesitatingly replied.
Everyone liked hearing flattery. Zuo Mo was not an exception. He instantly gave a smile. "You have pretty good eyes, you managed to find me when I am hiding so deeply?"
Gu Ming Gong who just recovered suddenly had a strange expression. But when he glanced around and saw the seriousness on Shu Long and the other people's faces, he intelligently suppressed his impulse to laugh.
Shu Long, A Wen, and the others threw gazes of praise at Ye Ling. As Zuo Mo's core troop and most loyal subordinates, Guard Camp was completely loyal to Zuo Mo. They originated as xiuzhe slaves. Compared to the old-timers of Vermillion Bird Camp, they were less skilled in the ways of social interaction and did not understand the customs of the xiuzhe world. Their thinking was simpler and even purer.