15. Golden Dragon Spear
1169 Words
Mo Jiao and his followers were shaken, their eyes widening in disbelief. Of course, they all recognized the spear in Yu Shan’s hands.
“Golden Dragon Spear! It’s the Golden Dragon Spear!” one of Mo Jiao’s men shouted in shock.
“So that man is the famous Golden Dragon Spear God?” another whispered as he instinctively stepped back.
“This is too terrifying! I don’t want to die foolishly in that man’s hands!” A masked man turned and fled the scene, with several others attempting to follow.
“Fools! Do you dare betray me?!” Mo Jiao roared in fury. His hands released a yellow light resembling a long rope that instantly wrapped around his fleeing subordinates.
With a stomp infused with power, Mo Jiao tightened the glowing rope around more than ten of his men, hurling them into the air before slamming them back down. Their bodies bounced and crashed to the ground in all directions.
Blood sprayed from their mouths as they landed, each one feeling as if their bones had shattered into dust.
Despite their agony, one of the masked men managed to cry out, “Mercy, Chief! That man is far too terrifying!”
“That’s right, Chairman Mo! None of us can fight him!” another pleaded.
Yu Shan grinned sinisterly, spinning his spear several times. The weapon had rested for far too long, and now it thirsted once more for blood—this time to serve as the executioner of the West Peak Sect’s ghosts.
Blood must flow to appease the hunger of this deadly weapon.
“Just the sight of this ‘trash spear’ terrifies you so much that you dare not face it? You even attempt to flee from your own leader? Do any of you have the courage to die by my hand?!” Mo Jiao bellowed.
All of Mo Jiao’s men turned pale, their fear overwhelming.
“W–we…”
“Get up at once and kill Shen Ming! If you refuse, I will not hesitate to kill you all myself!” Mo Jiao’s threat was not an idle one.
The glowing rope of light began to pulse ominously, ready to drain the very blood from their bodies. The agony of being entangled in that light was unspeakable—blood drying up, organs scattering and breaking apart under crushing force.
“Do you know the consequences of betraying the West Peak Sect?” Mo Jiao sneered.
With a snap of his fingers, two of the men still bound by the rope exploded instantly.
A rain of blood poured down with shredded body parts scattering through the air before splattering gruesomely onto the ground. Some of the remains even struck Mo Jiao’s other subordinates, drenching them in gore.
“Insane!” Qing Yuan nearly screamed aloud as he witnessed Mo Jiao’s brutal method. Luckily, he clamped a hand tightly over his mouth to muffle the sound.
“Even I wouldn’t dare go that far against my own men. But he, he doesn’t even hesitate to annihilate his followers in such a sadistic way!” Qing Yuan was shaken by this figure who so closely resembled himself.
Meanwhile, Mo Jiao’s surviving men trembled violently, some writhing in pain as the light rope’s shackles continued to gnaw at them. Cold sweat drenched their bodies as the horrific scene of their comrades’ destruction shattered their minds.
The agony was beyond enduring—they wished for death rather than such torment. To them, Mo Jiao was no longer a man, but a death demon beyond comprehension.
“Mercy, Chief! Please forgive us!”
“Yes, Chief, let us live! We will fight him!”
“Chairman Mo, we beg you to spare us!”
“We won’t run again, Chief!”
“Very well. I’ll spare you… for now. But you must kill Shen Ming and seize the Dragon Tongue Whip! If any of you dares betray me again, your end will be far more tragic than that of your two comrades. Do you understand?” Mo Jiao slowly loosened the light rope’s bindings.
His subordinates scrambled to answer, their voices uneven from pain and exhaustion.
“Understood, Chairman Mo! We understand!”
“We would never dare betray you, Chief!”
“We swear eternal loyalty to the West Peak Sect!”
“We promise!”
When the glowing shackles finally released them, the sensation was like being freed from the cruellest torture chamber in existence.
Mo Jiao smirked coldly. “Good. Now … do it.”
“Ready, Chairman Mo!”
The men of the West Peak Ghosts answered with hoarse, weary voices. Relieved to still be alive, they quickly swallowed restorative and strength-enhancing pills.
From a distance, Shen Ming and Yu Shan shook their heads at the sight, though their vigilance never faltered.
“That man is utterly insane,” Shen Ming muttered in a grim tone. “He even slaughters his own men without hesitation.”
“Not just Mo Jiao. Even Mo Xue Jue once killed his own teacher just to seize power from his junior apprentice,” Yu Shan replied, his expression darkening as memories stirred within him. His emotions tangled with complexity.
“Forget it. Those are the internal affairs of their sect. What matters now is crushing them. We still don’t even know what’s happening inside the banquet hall,” Yu Shan said, deliberately shifting the topic.
“You’re right, Brother Shan. We must finish them quickly and check the situation. Our wives and children must be terribly worried,” Shen Ming said as he readied himself.
“Mmh.” Yu Shan nodded firmly, fixing his gaze on Mo Jiao.
Mo Jiao’s men had no choice but to obey. Whether they faced Shen Ming or their own leader, the result was the same, death awaited them either way.
Fifteen masked men advanced toward Shen Ming, attacking simultaneously with weapons drawn.
Shen Ming’s lips curved into a faint smile. His fists tightened as he said, “Good. It’s been too long since I’ve trained these muscles. Tonight, I’ll relive the most exhilarating memories of my past.”
The gang leader sneered back. “And we will bury you along with that past!”
"Master Shen, we want to see the power of your weapon! Come on, show us!" shouted one of the masked men as he shouldered his sword and moved forward towards Shen Ming. with an arrogant attitude.
"My weapon will only come out against people who are worthy of facing it. As for you, I think it's still far from worthy." Shen Ming replied in a calm voice.
"Puih! You arrogant humans!" The masked man leader cursed angrily.
He … to be precise, they all felt that Shen Ming was very disdainful and considered his enemy to be just a lowly martial practitioner who was not worthy of facing his weapons.
"Then we will force you to take out those cheap weapons!" the masked male leader then shouted, "Prepare formation!"
"Ready!"
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