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Chen Mo let out a thunderous roar, his voice echoing across the bridge like a wild beast's howl. The phantom of a dragon and tiger surged into the sky, their formidable roars shattering the relentless downpour.
In that moment, to prevent Qiao Ji from using her escape technique, Chen Mo pulled a handful of golden corn from his sleeve and scattered it over her translucent form.
The golden light clung to Qiao Ji's body, as if a mountain had settled upon her shoulders, rendering her immobile.
"Thousand Kilos of Corn!"
The technique of Taishan's Binding. Each kernel was made from the ashes offered to the Taishan God, infused with the spells of Tai Shan Ling Guan. It borrowed a trace of the mountain's earth energy to empower the enemy, as if they were walking against the mountain.
Above them, the dragon and tiger transformed into an ancient mountain, crashing down with ferocity, suppressing both Chen Mo and Qiao Ji beneath its weight.
With a sickening crunch, Chen Mo's bones shattered, blood spilling from his mouth. The dense yellow runes absorbed the energy of Li Bridge and Tu Jing, continuously strengthening the seal.
"You!"
Qiao Ji was not faring any better; her body crumbled into a pile of white bones. Her skeletal face revealed a flicker of fear as she looked at Chen Mo, whose expression was resolute. She shrieked, "You will die too! Why are you not afraid of death?"
The might of Huaxia Nation cannot be provoked by you Wokou!
Chen Mo grinned through blood-stained teeth. His gaze was unfocused, and in his hand remained only the shattered hilt of his weapon. Leaning on it for support, he struggled to rise.
"Disciple Chen Mo is willing to use my life as a beacon. I call upon Taishan Patriarch to seal the demons and command Jiu Tian to suppress!"
With that, Chen Mo weakly spat out another mouthful of blood and formed the Three Mountains Finger, roaring in defiance.
Thunder rumbled ominously as gray-white mist enveloped the sky.
An ancient voice echoed, its emotions unclear. It uttered a single word: "Agree!"
The yellow suppression barrier immediately solidified, and Chen Mo's body began to be enveloped in a gray stone skin, transforming alongside Qiao Ji's terrified expression into a statue on Li Bridge.
The statue continuously reflected ten Gu Zhuan. Shi Menghu and Shi Gantang were untouched, Long Yang!
Brilliant yellow light once again coalesced into the phantoms of dragons and tigers. They surged and whirled, exhaling waves of righteous energy and divine light, driving away the grayish mist.
After a moment, the mist surrounding Li Bridge dissipated, revealing the stone statue on the bridge. Dong E Lai looked at the transformed Shi Ren Weng Zhong, who eternally suppressed Chen Mo on Li Bridge, and painfully closed his eyes.
A true warrior dies for a cause. Yet Li Bridge was not his true home.
Dong E Lai bowed respectfully to Chen Mo's statue. His gaze was resolute; he would avenge this grievance! He no longer wished for unnecessary sacrifices.
He prepared to take matters into his own hands. Even if it meant breaking the rules, he would make the Eastern Japan Little Devils pay in blood for their debts.
"I'll sign up for that government!" Black Cripple appeared by Dong E Lai's side at some point, raising his hand timidly.
Dong E Lai glanced at Black Cripple's cultivation level; he was still at the Fa Jing middle stage, which was even lower than Chen Mo's. Wasn't this just courting death?
Fa Jing was divided into three stages: upper, middle, and lower. The lower stage was the initial attainment of the law, known as a Layman; the middle stage was the comprehension of the law, referred to as a Mage.
The previous connection has been established, known as the Great Mage.
I understand your good intentions, but please, do not throw your life away! Dong E Lai felt a heavy heart.
To sacrifice oneself for the country, how glorious that is!
Black Cripple's gaze was resolute, as if he were determined to fight.
In truth, he had his own calculations. Even if he lost today, wouldn’t it still be a battle for the country? If in the future he followed Zuo Ren and things went awry, he could still hope for leniency, couldn’t he?
Confidence comes from strength. His strength came from Zuo Ci.
Zuo Ci had crafted a Buddha Amulet, which contained a drop of his own blood, capable of saving his life at a critical moment.
Living a life with advantages—something you all wouldn’t understand!
Black Cripple wasn’t afraid at all.
No matter how powerful they were, could they possibly surpass Zuo Ci?
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