Chapter 359: Chapter 355: The Twenty-Four King Physiques
On the Cangyun Battlefield, the Crimson Flame Army had been fighting for a long time, their strength greatly diminished. As a result, the several hundred people from the Saint Institute had become the absolute main force on the battlefield.
Now, as that voice rang out, many of the people from the Saint Institute began to waver.
The Mo Yun soldiers’ morale was soaring, and the tide of battle had turned against Cangnan. It was a time when people were most susceptible to being swayed.
This person’s words, combined with what Marquis Mo had said, complemented each other perfectly, amplifying their persuasive power infinitely.
Several people from the Saint Institute began to hesitate.
The battlefield changed in an instant. The slightest lapse in concentration could cost one their life.
Because of that moment of hesitation, several people lost their lives.
This caused the people from the Saint Institute to waver even more.
The situation was critical.
At this crucial juncture, a furious roar echoed: "A disciple of the Lin family might dig up your ancestors’ graves or even take your mother... we’ll do anything, but we will never betray our country!"
That was Lin Hao’s voice.
"I, Shenshan, believe Lin Hao is innocent! You are spreading malicious rumors to sow chaos in our ranks. For that, you deserve to die!"
"My grandfather, Chen Yan, considered him a close friend, and I believe Lin Hao is innocent. To disregard the greater good for a personal vendetta... I, Chen Xiao, swear an oath right here and now! No matter where you come from or who you are, I will have you cut into a thousand pieces!"
"The Blood Camp of the Crimson Flame Army believes Lin Hao is innocent! To disregard the greater good for a personal vendetta... We swear an oath here and now! We will have you cut into a thousand pieces!"
This was the voice of countless soldiers from the Blood Camp.
Their voices merged into a torrent of sound that spread out and thundered through the heavens.
This reaction was unexpected, not only for the accuser but for Marquis Mo as well.
’It was understandable that Lin Hao held prestige within the Lin family, and it was acceptable that he held it in the hearts of Shenshan and Chen Xiao. But he had clearly only just arrived at Jumo Ridge, yet he had the entire Blood Camp roaring in his support. That was incomprehensible.’
This turn of events had disrupted Marquis Mo’s plan.
However, now that he was here, it wasn’t Marquis Mo’s style to not even try.
Just as Lin Hao was about to pursue the person who had just spoken, Marquis Mo’s figure flashed and blocked his path.
The accuser and his companions vanished into the Cangyun Battlefield.
Lin Hao retracted his gaze and stared at Marquis Mo, asking coldly, "And what are you supposed to be?"
Marquis Mo was clad in silver armor, his helmet menacing and terrifying.
However, most of his face was exposed, revealing a handsome man with a wicked smile.
At this moment, upon hearing Lin Hao’s words, the smile on his face instantly froze.
As the Crown Prince of the Mo Yun Kingdom, no one had ever dared to speak to him like that.
In the past, anyone who spoke to him this way would have been cut into a thousand pieces. But now, after his expression stiffened, it quickly returned to normal, and the smile reappeared on his face.
"Allow me to introduce myself. My name is Marquis Mo." He was all smiles, as if he had just met a long-lost friend.
Lin Hao, of course, had no way of knowing that Marquis Mo was the Crown Prince of the Mo Yun Kingdom. But as the commander of an army, his status was certainly frighteningly high, and Lin Hao did not underestimate him for it.
On the contrary, facing Marquis Mo—especially a Marquis Mo who showed no anger—made Lin Hao’s heart grow heavy.
’First, there’s his cultivation. Not only can I not see through its depths, but I can also feel a faint, almost imperceptible pressure from him.’
’This is unimaginable.’
’Marquis Mo looks to be seventeen or eighteen at most.’
’What’s more, I’ve never even felt pressure from ordinary experts of the Soul Gathering Realm.’
’For this to be happening, there are two possibilities: either Marquis Mo’s cultivation has surpassed the Soul Gathering Realm, or he possesses a special physique.’
’The first option is clearly unrealistic, which leaves only the second.’
’But when it comes to physiques, up until now, none has ever made me feel pressure, even if this trace of it is minuscule.’
However, a flash of insight struck Lin Hao, and he instantly thought of a particular physique.
At the same time, Marquis Mo spoke from across the battlefield. "Lin Hao, follow me, and one day all of Cangnan will be yours to command."
Marquis Mo said this peacefully, yet his words carried an unrestrained arrogance.
After speaking, Marquis Mo looked at Lin Hao with disdain, his gaze that of someone who didn’t consider Lin Hao an opponent at all.
Perhaps in his eyes, Lin Hao was only fit to be his subordinate; he wasn’t even qualified to be his opponent.
A mocking smile appeared on Lin Hao’s lips as he said, "Just a mere Demon King Body, one of the twenty-four King Bodies, and you’ve practiced a Demon King Skill. Do you really think you’re invincible?"
The moment these words were spoken, Marquis Mo’s expression changed drastically, his eyes flying wide open.
His physique was one of the twenty-four King Bodies, a one-in-a-million constitution. This was a top secret in the Mo Yun Kingdom, known to no more than five people. As for his Cultivation Technique, only two people knew of it. Both were his closest relatives and would absolutely never leak the secret.
Now, upon their very first meeting, Lin Hao had seen through him at a single glance. This made Marquis Mo’s expression turn exceptionally ugly. He felt a sense of humiliation, as if he had been stripped naked by his opponent.
In an instant, a vicious aura flared up around Marquis Mo, and a powerful killing intent surged forth.
Lin Hao had seen through his physique. He could not be allowed to live.
A moment ago, Marquis Mo hadn’t even considered Lin Hao an opponent. Now, in the blink of an eye, he wanted to kill him. For him, the irony was palpable.
But Marquis Mo couldn’t care about that now. Lin Hao had to die!
"You’re the first person to name my physique and know my Cultivation Technique. Today, you will die!" Marquis Mo declared, his killing intent laid bare.
Lin Hao didn’t answer, but he was secretly mobilizing all the True Essence in his body.
Seeing that Lin Hao was ignoring him, Marquis Mo spoke again. "My cultivation is at the Soul Gathering Realm First Layer. Once I attack, I will use my full strength. Do you have any last words?"
"You talk too much," Lin Hao finally replied, his words causing Marquis Mo’s face to twist in fury.
’This guy is only at the Eighth Layer of Elemental Realm,’ Marquis Mo thought. ’Although his cultivation is astonishing and typical peak Elemental Realm experts are no match for him, I have already advanced to the Soul Gathering Realm and condensed a Divine Soul. The two of us are on completely different levels—one in the heavens, the other on the ground.’
’And now, this ant on the ground dares to say I talk too much. He’s simply courting death.’
"You’re courting death!" Marquis Mo spat, his words like daggers.
The moment the word "death" left his lips, Marquis Mo crossed his hands in front of him and then thrust them forward.
The movement was simple, almost casual.
But from this simple, casual motion, an unstoppable blast of wind suddenly erupted.
Lin Hao’s body had already reacted, simultaneously activating his Imperial Art and his Outer Body Avatar technique.
But even so, Lin Hao could not block Marquis Mo’s strike.
Lin Hao’s legs dug into the hard ground as his body was blasted backward.
The rock-hard ground shattered as if it were tofu.
And behind Lin Hao, everything in the path of the blast was pulverized into dust.
Shields, spears, corpses, and even soldiers still locked in combat were no exception.
A roar echoed through Lin Hao’s entire body, and he was completely unable to stop his backward momentum.
Marquis Mo, however, began to stride forward with leisurely steps.
Each step he took resonated with the blast of wind, preventing its power from diminishing in the slightest.
Lin Hao’s face was flushed red as his body met with unimaginable resistance.
His cultivation at the Eighth Layer of the Elemental Realm was simply no match for Marquis Mo’s Soul Gathering Realm First Layer.
Seeing Lin Hao’s state, the wicked smile reappeared on Marquis Mo’s face. He spread his hands to his sides...
