Mo Ningxiang took a deep breath and stepped forward.
Facing the raucous crowd, there was no longer any fear on her face.
Calm as water, still as an ancient well.
She slowly raised her hand.
The noisy crowd gradually quieted down.
The billions of Xuan Clan citizens seed to see the shadow of Mo Chen in Mo Ningxiang.
The Clan Leader who led the Xuan Clan to glory, unexpectedly died tragically by the hands of the Heavenly Clan's Dongn Nu, and this could not be left unavenged.
Today, Dongn Nu's blood must be shed to honor Clan Leader Mo Chen!
Everyone held onto this belief, their eyes bloodshot with anger, staring furiously at Mo Ningxiang.
It seed Mo Ningxiang had inherited Mo Chen's deanor, naturally possessing a leadership ability.
As long as she stood there, the crowd was as silent as cicadas in winter.
"Little Princess, Dongn Nu must be killed."
"We are not afraid to wage war against the Heavenly Clan, even at the cost of sacrifices."
"We must avenge Clan Leader Mo Chen."
"All the citizens of the Xuan Clan stand with you, just give the order, and we will leave the Heavenly Clan in ruins."
The crowd was fervent.
The people were still in the throes of excitent, anger, and euphoria.
However.
Mo Ningxiang gradually cald down.
The Heavenly Clan is the leader among the twelve Ancient Clans, the most powerful faction.
For centuries, they have ruled the Suru Continent with overwhelming strength. Even if the Xuan Clan allied with the Earth Clan, the second of the twelve Ancient Clans, they might not be a match for the Heavenly Clan.
If relying solely on the Xuan Clan's strength, there was no chance of winning this battle.
It would only lead to the senseless sacrifice of billions, possibly dooming the Xuan Clan's destiny.
Mo Ningxiang sighed deeply.
The revenge for her father's death, she did want.
But to take so many lives as the cost, she could not accept.
She coldly looked into the furious red eyes, finding herself increasingly calm.
Mo Ningxiang ignored the crowd's clamor, bent down, and picked up the Silver Sword at her feet.
A cold gleam was reflected on her face.
From the bright sword blade, she saw her own visage.
Haggard, resolute, unyielding, calm.
She knew, from this mont on, she was no longer the carefree, innocent Mo Ningxiang of the past.
The billions witnessing Mo Ningxiang gripping the Silver Sword imdiately erupted in excited shouts.
They thought Mo Ningxiang was about to strike Dongn Nu.
Cheers.
Jubilation.
Screams.
Applause.
"Seize all the Heavenly Clan soldiers."
She said softly.
The Xuan Clan soldiers obeyed, hundreds of thousands surged forth, surrounding the Heavenly Clan soldiers alongside the massive crowd.
Though the Heavenly Clan soldiers were nurous, with Dongn Nu fallen, they were leaderless and faced with the fierce Xuan Clan army; resistance seed futile.
Before the Xuan Clan soldiers even gave orders,
they threw down their weapons and raised their hands in surrender.
The masses erupted in earth-shattering cheers once again.
Deafening.
Mo Ningxiang remained unmoved, dragging her Silver Sword, slowly walking towards Feng Qingshui.
Feng Qingshui was still kneeling on the ground, weeping uncontrollably, tears streaming down his old face.
The bottled-up emotions of many days finally found release.
His heart was full of regret and remorse.
Suddenly.
He discovered Mo Ningxiang standing before him.
Feng Qingshui stopped sobbing, tremblingly lifted his head, dazedly looking at Mo Ningxiang, and the Silver Sword in her hand.
His heart was extraordinarily tranquil.
"Little Princess..."
Swish—
Mo Ningxiang raised the Silver Sword in her hand, aiming it at Feng Qingshui.
Instantly.
The mountain torrent of cheers vanished.
The billions of people gasped, unsure of what Mo Ningxiang intended, holding their breath.
Lin Fan and the Fifth Sword Emperor watched silently, not intervening.
Both understood very clearly.
Mo Ningxiang had changed.
"Old Feng, as you said, you bear undeniable responsibility for my father's death."
"Yes..."
"Logically, I could grant you death."
"Please, grant death, Little Princess!"
Feng Qingshui straightened his body, aiming his chest at the sword tip, calling out loudly, slowly closing his eyes.
The billions held their breath, watching in stunned silence.
They didn't know what choice Mo Ningxiang would make.
The scene seed frozen in ti.
Were it not for their chests rising and falling, one might think they had turned to statues.
Mo Ningxiang held the Silver Sword, hesitating to strike.
Feng Qingshui kept his eyes closed, waiting for the Silver Sword to pierce his heart.
Hiss.
A tuft of white hair fell.
Fluttering to Feng Qingshui's feet.
Mo Ningxiang did not choose to pierce Feng Qingshui's heart but cut a few strands of silver hair.
Everyone was stunned.
Feng Qingshui was even more taken aback.
Countless incredulous eyes turned to Mo Ningxiang.
"Old Feng, though you are guilty, the Xuan Clan is in grave danger now. I hope you can redeem your cris and protect the Xuan Clan my father left behind. These few strands of silver hair will take your place, accepting punishnt."
Feng Qingshui's body trembled violently.
His chin quivered uncontrollably, his taut body bulging with veins.
Mo Ningxiang's words struck directly at his soul.
"Thank you, Little Princess, for sparing my life! I will certainly follow you, serving diligently, even in death. For Clan Leader Mo Chen, I will protect the Xuan Clan!"
Thud, thud, thud!
Feng Qingshui solemnly knocked his head to the ground three tis, his expression extraordinarily earnest.
"Rise,"
Mo Ningxiang said coolly, turning to walk towards Dongn Nu.
With Feng Qingshui's life spared, the people collectively sighed in relief.
The situation was indeed critical now.
Feng Qingshui was already an irreplaceable master of the Xuan Clan; if his head were gone, fighting the Heavenly Clan would be hopeless.
Mo Ningxiang walked to Dongn Nu's side.
Dongn Nu lay sprawled on the ground, his face swollen and bruised, completely unrecognizable.
His eyes swollen into slits, through which he saw Mo Ningxiang standing next to his head, holding a gleaming Silver Sword.
He was beaten into despair, seemingly indifferent to life and death now.
"Mo Ningxiang, you want to kill ?"
He sneered, even in his wretched state, remaining arrogant and reckless.
The reason for his arrogance ca from the Heavenly Clan backing him.
Dongn Nu knew very well that Mo Ningxiang dared not kill him, and even if he were killed, billions would be buried alongside him.
Considering this, it wasn't a loss.
"Do you think I don't dare?"
Mo Ningxiang said fiercely, wielding the sword at Dongn Nu.
The crowd erupted in approving cheers!
Such thunderous acclaim easily swayed Mo Ningxiang's emotions.
Once heated, losing rationality, she might actually do sothing.
"Heh heh—"
"Hahaha—"
Dongn Nu was not afraid, even laughing wildly.
"Then why don't you try."
"With just a move, you could avenge your father and mother."
"Do you know, that night your father didn't even make a sound when he died in Mo Hai's hands. But your mother, they suffered, and the screams, tsk tsk... made my scalp tingle. Mo Yunsheng was indeed ruthless, showing no rcy. But I quite enjoyed those sounds."
Mo Ningxiang's eyes instantly filled with anger, listening to Dongn Nu's arrogant tone, shaking with rage.
She couldn't help recalling her parents' despairing faces that night.
A teardrop slid down uncontrollably.
"Oh dear, why cry? Did I hurt your feelings, such a pity."
Dongn Nu foolishly laughed.
Suddenly.
Mo Ningxiang took a deep breath, wiped away her tears, and revealed a contemptuous cold smile.
"Indeed, I cannot kill you."
"But I didn't say I can't hurt you."
"Dongn Nu, you're a bit too happy too soon."
Dongn Nu froze, an expression of terror flashing in his eyes.
He seed to realize sothing, his voice trembled, but it was too late.
"You, you, what are you going to do..."
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