Chapter One Hundred and Eighty Four – Mantis and Oriole (2/2)

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Feeling the killing intent become increasingly heavy, Zuo Mo knew a big battle could not be avoided. He didn’t have any thoughts of avoidance. He didn’t know what the group of people was, but seeing they had no fear of the Wu Kong Flag, they were definitely not normal xiuzhe.

One against seventy, he knew how low his chance of victory was.

But there was no place to escape on this Endless Ocean. The shidi that he had taken along were all producers. If he abandoned them, they would only have one outcome.

He broke off all his thoughts. Staring at the xiuzhe brimming with killing intent in the sky, his courage rose.

Wasn’t it just a fight!

Ge will chip off all of your teeth until the blood flowed!

He felt his blood boiling, a desire for battle rising in his chest.

Just as he was going to activate the Skyring Moon Chime Formation, he suddenly made a sound of surprise.

Skyring Moon Chime Formation … …

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The disciples of Wi Kong Sword Sect were gathered together, all of them with bloodless faces. The only one that was somewhat calm was Gongsun Cha. Even Chun Yu Xheng’s complexion was slightly pale.

“Where did this crowd come from? They dare to disregard our Wu Kong Sword Sect! Aren’t they afraid the sect will pursue them?” Chun Yu Cheng’s voice was trembling.

Gongsun Cha snorted, “This group is definitely wandering bandits. I just don’t know which bunch. Pursue? How do they pursue? If they run to Little Mountain Jie, the sect will have no way.”

“What should we do … … what should we do… …” Chun Yu Cheng was mindless.

Gongsun Cha shuffled and spread his white palms, “All up to Zuo Shixiong.”

“Zuo Shixiong is only one person … …”

“No way about it, submit to your fate.”

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About ten miles from the Desolate Wood Reed, in the middle of a white cloud, a bunch of people were also staring at the Desolate Wood Reef.

“Ha, now here’s something to see. Who do you think will win?” the yellow-faced man said.

At his side was a black clothes xiuzhe. His body was withered like dry firewood, his eyes dark. It was Gui Feng from the Sword Test Conference. On the other side was an indifferent, short wiry haired, Chang Heng with a copper ring at his collarbones.

The other people present both feared and were in awe of these three, unconsciously keeping their distance.

Gui Feng’s eyes were eerily green, his cultivation much deeper than before. His voice was raspy. “He isn’t in ningmai.” The implication did not have to be said. He still didn’t know the origins of the yellow-faced man. He only knew that the yellow-faced man called himself Bo Feng.

He cultivated the [Little Ghost Sword] which was an extremely obscure sword scripture. Even though he had good talent, but the [Little Ghost Sword] scripture had been incomplete at the start. It was hard for him to keep progressing further. At the time, Bo Feng had given him a scripture called [Nine Ghost Nail Curse]. This scripture that he had never heard of before caused him to have no hesitations about joining.

But when he saw Chang Heng, he was slightly shocked. He speculated that Chang Zheng should be in a similar situation as him. However, he didn’t know what scripture Bo Feng had given Chang Heng.

He didn’t really care about this group of zhuji. Actually, he felt there was no use for them. With him and Chang Heng, this group of thirty six zhuji really had no use. The problems the three of them could not solve, what good would adding on these thirty six zhuji be? They still won’t be able to solve it, and would even drag down their speed.

However, it had been Bo Feng who had gathered these thirty six zhuji. Gui Feng wouldn’t make trouble for himself by broaching the topic.

“What do you think?” Bo Feng turned to ask Chang Heng.

Chang Heng said calmly, “Zuo Mo wins.”

“Hm, you have such confidence in him,” Bo Feng smiled with surprise. Bo Feng’s appearance was not attractive He was extremely normal but his composure and actions had a presence that could shake people’s hearts.

Hearing this, Gui Feng did not agree. This was not the Sword Test Conference, Zhang Hao and his group of Black Wind Bandits were all extremely nasty and terrible people. This was a battle to the death. A zhuji, managing to block them for a few hours was enough to be proud of, much less victory.

But he did not voice it. He was still very wary of Chang Heng, there was no reason to cause conflict for such an unimportant topic. His strength had grown over this period of time, Chang Heng’s growth most likelyhad not grown any less than his.

Bo Feng did not linger on the topic. He looked at the two sides facing off in the distance, his voice serene. “No matter which side wins, we need to get the detailed information about the secret realm from Zhang Hao.”

The authority in his voice could not be resisted. Everyone’s hearts shook.

Translator Ramblings: I hope you guys haven’t forgotten the strange yellow-faced man that was searching for something during the Sword Test Conference.

If this was another fantasy novel, and Wei Sheng was the main character, Zuo Mo will be the epic side character that will bravely stand up to protect the territory of the sect, have a moment of enlightenment when motivated by his determination and feelings for the sect, but die a terrible death. Then Wei Sheng will power up due to his sorrow and embark on a journey of revenge for Zuo Mo.

Here is an explanation of the mantis and oriole. The main gist is the hunter (mantis) is focused on its prey (locust) to the point it cannot see another hunting it (the oriole) from behind.Fang Xiang isn’t going to follow the idiom very well.