Chapter 825: Ye Mo's Legend
“Li Changqing, you bastard! You used another gu to fake your life gu!” Wen Gu, unable to rise and still entwined with Ji Lie, her mortal enemy, raged. Their embrace prefigured their shared demise.
Li Changqing bowed, a warm smile playing on his lips. “Martial Sister Wen, you misunderstand. I did use my life gu, but I discovered a method to implant two.” His satisfaction was palpable.
“Great, great! I always believed myself the foremost gu master in All Gu Sect, capable of forcing out a similar heart gu, but you surpass me!” Ji Lie trembled.
Li Changqing saluted. “Thank you, Martial Brother. After we ascend to the immortal world, I shall lead All Gu Sect to its zenith with the Golden Magical Gu.” His words were a genuine expression of gratitude.
Li Changqing retrieved the curved sword, approached Ren Xi, and decapitated him. Ye Mo observed, recognizing Li Changqing’s shrewdness; an awakened Ren Xi would have posed the greatest threat.
Instead of targeting Ji Lie or Wen Gu, Li Changqing approached Ye Mo, seemingly the least dangerous. His caution was excessive.
“Mo Ying, I’m sorry I brought you here,” Feng Yanqin said unexpectedly, her imminent death evident. Turning to Li Changqing, she added, “Martial Brother Li, kill me first. I’ve longed for release.”
Li Changqing smiled. “Don’t worry, Martial Sister Feng. I have further use for your essence blood before your demise.”
The implication was clear: eliminating Ye Mo was paramount to utilizing Feng Yanqin.
Li Changqing addressed Wen Gu. “Martial Sister Wen, fear not. If I succeed, I'll indulge myself with you. I'm curious about your body. Even if it doesn't match your face, I wouldn't mind.”
Ye Mo felt revulsion. Li Changqing's grotesque appearance and perverse taste—a fondness for a woman like Wen Gu—were symptomatic of the All Gu Sect's depravity. Yet, Feng Yanqin's words piqued his interest. Feeling the cold abate, he rose.
Ignoring Li Changqing, he addressed Feng Yanqin. “Your feigned remorse is unconvincing. You drained Chen Yinzhu dry that night to reach Earth level, then cast him off a cliff. Your merciless slaughter of Ge Liangzhong the following day demonstrates your true nature. Why the sudden remorse?” He shook his head, expressing genuine incomprehension.
A stunned silence fell as everyone stared at Ye Mo's fearless candor.
After a long moment, Feng Yanqin gasped. “You’re extraordinary. That night, I didn't even know you were watching. Who are you?” Fear, despite her impending death, laced her voice. The realization that she had been observed, her actions witnessed in detail, unnerved her. Was he a ghost? How could someone so unfazed by her power exist?
“Who are you?” Li Changqing's vigilance intensified, his gaze fixed on Ye Mo.
Ye Mo stated plainly, “Over a decade ago, I killed Ren Sha in Hong Kong, then Yan Wuliang at sea. Days ago, by the Yan River, I killed Hong Guangping. All All Gu Sect members. To eliminate such refuse, I came here. Fortunately, you’ve done most of the work for me.”
“You’re Ye Mo?!” The four exclaimed simultaneously.
Li Changqing trembled. He felt utterly insignificant before Ye Mo.
“Yes, I’m Ye Mo.” Ye Mo’s confirmation plunged them into despair. While Feng Yanqin faced death stoically, Wen Gu, Ji Lie, and Li Changqing, all possessing resources, froze in terror.
Ye Mo's legend was ubiquitous, transcending China's borders. Those who opposed him faced annihilation, regardless of power. He not only ruled the ancient martial arts world but had established his own nation, surpassing even the world's strongest.
The global rule amongst families, powers, and hidden sects was simple: never cross Ye Mo. Li Changqing and the others, not living in seclusion, were well aware of his recent actions: uprooting the Dongfang family, seizing the strongest ancient martial arts cultivation method, and annihilating Northern Sand. These acts, bold beyond measure, were met only with fearful silence.
The swift downfall of Northern Sand, a decades-long world power, signified Ye Mo's might. Li Changqing knew escape was impossible.
With a clang, Li Changqing dropped his sword, kneeling before Ye Mo. Resistance was futile; his only hope was submission. “Ye-Qianbei, show mercy. I’ll be your dog. East or west, I’ll obey.” His schemes were worthless against such power.
Ye Mo sneered. A wind blade severed Li Changqing's head; the blood froze instantly.
Feng Yanqi laughed. She finally understood. She had been facing the unmatched might of Ye Mo.