Chapter 321: Chapter 320: Battle of Life and Death
"Have they finally come?"
Ye Fan sighed softly. A life-and-death battle between the Witch Clan and the Mo Sect was indeed inevitable. This time, he would need to gather all of the Witch Clan’s strength to annihilate the Mo Sect in one fell swoop. By then, neither the Gongsun Family nor the Heavenly King Hall would have any rivals left.
Thinking of this, Ye Fan asked, "Haven’t you set any traps?"
The Dong Witch Queen replied, "We did set traps, but something unexpected happened!"
"Oh?" Ye Fan asked in shock, wondering what could have gone wrong.
The Dong Witch Queen said, "A traitor has appeared within our Witch Clan. They are familiar with all the traps we laid, allowing the Mo Sect to reach our third line of defense unscathed!"
Ye Fan was immediately furious. The one thing he hated most in his life was traitors. He asked, "Have you found out who it is?"
"No, we haven’t found a single trace. This traitor is terrifying. King of Heaven, you must be extremely careful not to let the traitor plot against you!" the Dong Witch Queen warned.
Ye Fan said, "It’s fine. I believe this traitor will eventually be exposed!"
"Yes," the Dong Witch Queen nodded. Exposing the traitor was only a matter of time, but she couldn’t possibly fathom who the real traitor within the Witch Clan was. Although the Black Witch Leader and the White Martial Leader were a disgrace to the clan, their people hadn’t infiltrated the Witch Clan base, so they could be ruled out. The traitor had to be among the upper echelons.
Ye Fan still harbored doubts about this affair, but he couldn’t deduce who the traitor might be. Everyone was suspicious, yet everyone seemed to have an alibi. Who could it be? Perhaps there was no need to investigate. The truth would come to light once the Mo Sect invaded the Witch Clan base. He didn’t let his guard down and remained constantly vigilant.
The Witch Clan sent out their Martial Artists to intercept the invaders, but the Mo Sect still broke through their lines.
Mo Dianwu was the first to arrive. In the past two days, countless Witch Clan Martial Artists had died at his hands, which were now stained with blood. He laughed manically as he reached the Witch Clan base.
The base was in a state of panic. The Wu Emperor had yet to appear, and the people had lost all hope of relying on him. The upper echelons, however, placed their hope in Ye Fan.
Mo Dianwu laughed wildly, "A hundred years of hiding, and the Witch Clan has decayed to this extent? How disappointing. I came here to challenge that old bastard, the Wu Emperor, but he doesn’t even dare to show himself. The Witch Clan is truly beyond saving." He was deliberately humiliating them.
Just then, the North Witch Leader berated him, "Mo Dianwu, don’t be so arrogant! In the prime of the Witch Clan, your Mo Sect was nothing! Before our Wu Emperor disappeared, you wouldn’t have even been qualified to come to our door and provoke us!"
"Oh? Is that so?" Mo Dianwu said disdainfully. "But right now, your Wu Emperor is nowhere to be found, and you juniors are ripe for the slaughter!"
"Even if we die, we will defend the Witch Clan! We will protect our home!" the West Witch Leader said coldly.
But Mo Dianwu just sneered, "You are not worthy!"
"Attack!"
Several leaders rushed toward Mo Dianwu. In response, he unleashed a surge of black True Qi. The moment it collided with them, they were all sent flying. This proved that the gap between them and Mo Dianwu was still significant. After all, they weren’t even at the King Level.
At this moment, the Mo Sect Martial Artists charged forward, confronting the Witch Clan Martial Artists.
Losing his patience, Mo Dianwu charged toward the leaders to finish them off. They fell into despair. If they couldn’t even block a single one of his attacks together, what chance did they have now that he was on the offensive?
Hundred-step Flying Sword!
Just then, a powerful Sword Qi swept over. Mo Dianwu felt the terrifying Sword Qi bearing down on him, and he had no choice but to retreat.
"Who?" Mo Dianwu shouted.
"Me!" Ye Fan declared as he stepped forward.
"Young Brother!"
"King of Heaven!"
With Ye Fan’s appearance, they seemed to see hope again. They were filled with hope for one simple reason: Ye Fan was also at the Emperor Level. Even if it meant the Witch Clan’s fate now rested in the hands of an outsider, they had no other choice. They could only entrust the protection of their final bastion to him.
When Mo Dianwu saw Ye Fan, he asked, "Are you the King of Heaven?"
"That’s right," Ye Fan replied calmly.
"Was it you who conspired with the Gongsun Family to kill my beloved disciple?" Mo Dianwu roared. For this expedition, he had originally intended to first eliminate the Gongsun Family and the Heavenly King Hall, the two factions that had disrupted the Mo Sect’s plans. But the Absolute Poison Gang was more important, so he had spared them for now, planning to retaliate after settling matters here. He never expected the King of Heaven would dare to help the Witch Clan!
Ye Fan retorted, "Conspire to kill him? You underestimate me. Your worthless disciple died to a single blow from me. I doubt you’re much stronger!"
Ye Fan’s words were vicious. Of course, the Black-clothed Envoy hadn’t been killed in a single blow; Ye Fan’s strength hadn’t reached its current height back then.
"Good. Very good," Mo Dianwu said coldly. "In hundreds of years, you are the first person to act so insolently before my Mo Sect. I will make you understand the consequences."
Ye Fan replied with disdain, "I’ve heard those words far too many times. If you want to annihilate the Witch Clan today, you’ll have to get through me first!"
SHIING!
Accompanied by an extremely sharp glint, Ye Fan held the Yuanhong Sword horizontally before his chest.
Mo Dianwu sneered, "You are not worthy!"
He immediately charged at Ye Fan. The battle between them was the center of attention, for the fates of their factions rested on their shoulders.
CLANG!
Ye Fan unleashed two strikes of Sword Qi with incredible speed. Mo Dianwu was forced to retract the poison he had been about to deploy.
Mo Dianwu snorted coldly to himself. Such sharp Sword Qi. This kid’s swordsmanship is incredible. The Mo Sect’s advantage is using poison in close combat, but he isn’t giving me any opportunity to get near! This kid is also incredibly strong—he’s at the Emperor Level, too. He’s going to be a huge problem. I can only hope my pawn has succeeded.
Ye Fan, meanwhile, remained on full alert. The Mo Sect Poison Technique was unparalleled in the world, and he didn’t dare to be careless. The slightest oversight could lead to total defeat. For that reason, he hadn’t relaxed for even a moment.
Seeing that the two were evenly matched, the Witch Clan Martial Artists breathed a collective sigh of relief. It seemed the Witch Clan was not yet at the end of its rope.
At that moment, Mo Dianwu roared, "Absolute Poison Gang!"
Suddenly, an immense cloud of toxic mist erupted from behind him and rushed toward Ye Fan. Ye Fan quickly dodged. Although the mist didn’t touch him, he could already feel a suffocating sensation emanating from it. This poison could undoubtedly take a life with ease.
Just as he unleashed the Absolute Poison Gang, the numerous Witch Clan Martial Artists standing too close all collapsed to the ground, lifeless.
"Fall back!" the Dong Witch Queen shouted.
At the same time, everyone, including the Mo Sect Martial Artists, retreated. The attack was too terrifying. Any contact with the poison, whether by touch or inhalation, meant instant death.
Such was the terror of the Absolute Poison Gang.
