Chapter Five Hundred and Eighteen – All Hail The King! (2/2)

In a blink, the duo’s positions had switched. Wei’s pious smile came back on. “Yes, such a pity.”

Hearing the exchange between the two, Zuo Mo twisted his lips. The power of the Crow Fiend Mo Kill Formation filled every corner of his body. His excitement activated the Great Day mo physique to its limits, his excitement caused him to turn into a battle maniac. He was like a lion with bloodshot eyes that wanted to charge and tear the enemy into pieces.

Come on, baby!

Overexcited, a strange blade that seemed to burn in flame appeared in Zuo Mo’s hand!

Vast power flowed through his arm into the Midday Blade in his hand. Woosh, the golden flames suddenly jumped up high. At the same time, the Great Day Banded Flame inside Zuo Mo’s body uncontrollably sprouted out.

Shrouded completely in golden flames, Zuo Mo held a blade that was also covered in golden flames!

Zuo Mo was immersed into excitement!

The Midday Blade was raised up high. Behind him, all the hardship guards raised up the mo weapons in their hands. Each mo weapon was shrouded in black mist!

If this strike landed, it could tear apart the sky!

Zuo Mo was like a bloodthirsty lion that stared at the roiling grey mist.

“Sire, please wait a moment!”

Within the mist, a hurried voice suddenly passed out.

Zuo Mo stilled.

A middle-aged person dressed in grey robes walked out of the grey mist. He possessed a pair of grey eyes that looked extremely deep.

He walked along to the front of the formation and bowed to Zuo Mo.

“Sir, I am the commander of this troop. We surrender!”

What! Surrender?

What sort of interjie joke was this?

Zuo Mo felt as though he was having problems with his hearing. Surrender? Hadn’t the fight just begun?

The person in front had a respectful expression and was extremely polite. He looked very normal!

Mo military surrendering to xiuzhe?

Was there something wrong with his brain?

The suddenly surrender, or rather, the battle general’s polite, respectful and sincere surrender forced every bit of Zuo Mo’s burning battle spirit back inside!

“Sir, please allow us to surrender to you. We are willing to swear our allegiance to Daren!” Ye Ling’s voice was deep and hoarse, carrying sincerity that even an idiot could detect.

The mo soldiers behind him shifted.

I … … I … … I … …

Forced back, Zuo Mo felt as though something was blocking him from to speaking. In reality, he still held the Midday Blade up ready to strike. It was only his thoughts that seemed to be frozen in wax.

“To surrender to someone that cultivates the Great Day mo physique, this is our honor! Please allow us to follow behind Daren, we are willing to burn our lives for Daren to command. Daren’s commands are our honor!”

Ye Ling humbly bowed deeply.

“All Hail The King!”

Hearing the words “Great Day mo physique,” the restless mo army suddenly stilled. Immediately after, uncontrolled joy shone on many of their faces.

Moments later, all the mo soldiers bowed and shouted in unison.

“All Hail The King!”

Everyone behind Zuo Mo was stunned by this scene. Even the mature and composed Shu Long looked on with a dazed stare at the mo army and was unable to make a sound. The lively A Wen’s mouth was gaping. He looked as though he had seen a ghost.

The worst off was Gu Ming Gong. He was in complete chaos as he murmured to himself, “Illusion … … this must be an illusion … … is this a trick? Has Daren sent someone to pretend to be mo? Was this a trick from the start … … this old man … … which mother***ing jie is this … …”

Everyone behind Zuo Mo turned to stone. Even Pu Yao and Wei were almost driven slightly insane by the scene in front of them.

“Are they really mo? When did the mo become this spineless?” Pu Yao looked at Ye Ling as though he wanted to pluck out Ye Ling’s soul and examine it.

“Degeneration! This is degeneration!” Wei howled. He felt discomfort as though he swallowed a fly.

This guy was a neat freak.

But the one feeling the most discomfort was Zuo Mo.

His spirit had never burned like this before, never had such fighting spirit, never had been as impulsive as this … …

It all stopped and he had to suppress it!

Zuo Mo’s frozen face first turned pale and turn red. Energy flowed up, and his face was so red as though blood could start dripping out at any moment.

Big Bro, you’re messing with me!

A moment later, Zuo Mo could only wail inside helplessly.

But the other’s attitude was sincere, humble, and the tone as well as polite. No matter how suppressed the fighting spirit was, he could not vent it. Face flushed from suppressing it, Zuo Mo could not swallow the breath or breath out. He didn’t manage to say a word at all.

The exciting battlefield suddenly sank into a strange silence.

Ye Ling’s battalion still maintained their bows motionlessly. They were like a group of statues. Not one mo soldier moved.

A light of unusual determination flashed on everyone’s face.

Great Day mo physique!

That was the Great Day mo physique of legend!

Only mo that had the most noble bloodlines and unparalleled talent could cultivate this kind of mo physique! This kind of mo possessed the potential to become king!

Every mo soldier seemed to see the great path shining in front of them!

All Hail The King!

Translator Ramblings: Okay, first clarification, no, Zuo Mo is not of any “royal” bloodline relating to any mo king. Second, Ye Ling is slightly overexcited and working with the knowledge he has which is high bloodline=possibility of being king. He’s not exactly Pu Yao and Wei in terms of knowledge and pretty much has no idea of what goes on. Basically, Zuo Mo is not going to magically become king.

Also, a certain gummi has made changes to a certain page. It is an amazing amount of work.