Mo Lin glanced at Wu Binghai behind Jiang Yun.
Wu Binghai no longer had his previous sharpness; he had lost an arm, greatly diminishing his strength.
"What are you looking at for?" Wu Binghai glanced at his location and said, "I’m with Jiang Yun."
The aning was very clear; he supported Jiang Yun.
It turned out that this place was divided into two groups for this reason.
One group, led by Zhang Mu, had issues with Mo Lin.
The other group, led by Jiang Yun, supported Mo Lin.
"You are gathered here, what do you intend to do?" Mo Lin questioned Zhang Mu.
"Collaborating with Evil Cultivators should be executed," Zhang Mu shouted again.
Without a doubt, this was a provocation against Mo Lin.
"Execute ?" Mo Lin sneered again, "I rember, in front of the Celestial Sect, it was I who saved your life, wasn’t it?"
"Not acknowledging your debt is one thing, but would you actually want to kill ?"
Mo Lin pointed to another person and said again, "And you, I rember, I also saved your life once, didn’t I?"
"You... and you... you too."
Mo Lin pointed at several others again and said, "Is this how you repay your lifesaver?"
This group of people hung their heads in silence.
Zhang Mu stepped forward to express his stance, "One thing is one thing, saving us is different from colluding with Evil Cultivators.
They cannot be generalized."
It’s unbelievable how shaless Zhang Mu is.
Mo Lin had no objection to opposing Evil Cultivators.
But the idea of executing Mo Lin was truly despicable.
"We do not submit to you," Zhang Mu expressed again.
Mo Lin watched Zhang Mu, waiting for him to speak.
Then Zhang Mu said again, "Unless you kill Qin Yuyu, proving you have no ties to Evil Cultivators, we won’t submit to you, nor will we be willing to follow you."
Zhang Mu had an air of coercing Mo Lin.
"Why? Why should I listen to you?"
Mo Lin thought Zhang Mu’s words were ridiculous.
Why should Mo Lin listen to him?
"If you don’t kill Qin Yuyu, we won’t support you," Zhang Mu repeated.
This statent thoroughly ignited Mo Lin’s anger.
"Who do you think you are? Why would I need your support? What can you give ?
What benefits can you bring to ?"
It was utterly laughable, are Mo Lin and Zhang Mu very close?
Besides, Mo Lin didn’t need Zhang Mu’s help.
Furthermore, Zhang Mu couldn’t help even if he tried.
"Have you lost sight of priorities? It’s always been helping you all, when have you helped ?"
Mo Lin questioned Zhang Mu, "In the battle at West Mountain, what useful things did you do besides run?"
This one question left Zhang Mu speechless.
Seeing that this tactic was not working, Zhang Mu prepared to change his argunt.
"As a Daoist Cultivator, shouldn’t you save the people of this world?
You mix with Evil Cultivators, do you think you are justified?" Zhang Mu directly attacked Mo Lin from a moral high ground.
Zhang Mu’s reasoning struck Mo Lin as ridiculous.
"What’s wrong? Can’t speak? Saving people is your obligation, you were born for it.
You should not be mingling with Evil Cultivators," Zhang Mu said again.
"I save the people, but who saves ?"
Mo Lin refuted Zhang Mu, "You tell , who saves ?
Is it you?
Or the Destined Person?"
"Am I destined to die?"
When the Destined Person was ntioned, everyone present looked unsettled.
They all knew about the matters in Jin County, about the Destined Person.
Yet nobody had ever brought up the Destined Person.
Everyone also knew that Mo Lin was called the Disaster Blocker.
"Even if you are ant to die, it is the trend of fate."
Zhang Mu shouted at Mo Lin, "As the Disaster Blocker, you should accept your fate."
Mo Lin slowly raised his head, revealing a hint of murderous intent in his eyes.
If words were ineffective, he would have to resort to force.
Mo Lin raised his hand, and dark flas appeared instantly in his palm.
"What are you going to do?" Zhang Mu panicked at the sight of the dark flas in Mo Lin’s hand.
No one had expected Mo Lin to suddenly do this.
"Since I saved you, I have the right to kill you again."
Mo Lin coldly said to Zhang Mu, "Die."
As he finished speaking, the dark flas enveloped Zhang Mu’s body.
Zhang Mu summoned the four-colored Wish Power to try to resist Mo Lin’s Netherworld’s Nether Fire, but it was ineffective.
The mont the Wish Power touched the black flas, it was directly engulfed, and the next mont, Zhang Mu was completely wrapped in flas.
The sounds of miserable cries echoed through the entire hall.
The people behind Zhang Mu retreated in fear of being affected.
The screaming quickly ceased, leaving only a pile of ashes where Zhang Mu had been.
He was utterly dead.
"Those who don’t want to stay at Great Spirit Mountain, leave at once," Mo Lin shouted angrily.
Those who were unhappy with Mo Lin quickly left.
The originally crowded hall now felt very spacious.
About two hundred people remained.
"These people betrayed because of the Gen Family," Jiang Yun explained to Mo Lin casually.
Previously, everyone thought Mo Lin was the Destined Person, and thus wanted to stay by his side.
Being with the Destined Person would naturally receive so favor of fortune.
Now these people realized Mo Lin was not the Destined Person, leading to today’s events.
"Led by the Gen Family, a third force has erged," Wu Binghai added.
"Oh." Mo Lin coldly uttered a single word.
"What are you planning to do?" Jiang Yun inquired to Mo Lin.
Currently, rumors about say when the Destined Person appears, the Disaster Blocker falls.
Thus, Jiang Yun asked Mo Lin what he planned to do.
"This is the order of Heaven, the trend of destiny; can you escape calamity?" Zhen Lingling appeared slowly, questioning Mo Lin.
Seeing Zhen Lingling again, Mo Lin noticed her deanor had greatly changed compared to before.
It carried more sharpness.
She looked thin, but not just skinny; it had a kind of ethereal, celestial air.
"I don’t know." Mo Lin shook his head.
Facing unknown matters, Mo Lin was uncertain how to proceed.
"I have a plan, would you consider accepting it?" Zhen Lingling offered her opinion.
"What plan?"
"Swap fate." Zhen Lingling seriously explained to Mo Lin, "Only by swapping fate can you escape disaster."
Swapping fate is not as simple as the words suggest.
It’s not about casually finding soone to die in your place.
One must find soone extrely close, a dear relative, to die in one’s place.
Only thus can fate be swapped.
"I can’t swap; I have no family left." Mo Lin showed a bitter smile.
He truly had no family left; his second sister had died in Jiangzhou Dao.
As for his eldest sister, Mo Lin had barely seen her.
Moreover, his eldest sister would not possibly die for Mo Lin.
"There is soone, though not related by blood, is the closest person to you," Zhen Lingling explained to Mo Lin.
"Who?"
Mo Lin was puzzled; was there really such a person?
"Cui Xinyun."
Zhen Lingling’s words rendered the entire hall silent.
There were no sounds other than the breaths and heartbeats of the people.
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