Confucianism under Heaven

Chapter 330 The Shadow of the Great Shang Dynasty

Chapter 330 The Shadow of the Great Shang

As countless people watched this scene, their eyes finally showed a hint of solemnity. A purple light shone in Mo Qingshui's eyes, and a low growl resounded from his throat.

boom!

As Mo Qingshui's shout fell, the Ghost Spirit General behind him also swung his axe down at that moment. The instant the axe struck, a majestic mountain quickly took shape beneath it, accompanied by intense light that completely obscured the sky, causing countless people to close their eyes slightly.

After the axe struck, Mo Qingshui's face turned pale, and the purple in her eyes finally faded considerably.

However, the enormous axe light, carrying immense power, accompanied by the ghost general's shrill scream, also resounded at this moment.

boom!

A series of explosions echoed through the air, and the surrounding rubble began to crack open automatically, turning into countless particles. Clearly, the Mo family's ghostly and divine power was terrifying beyond compare.

"I didn't expect it to be so powerful; it's quite a surprise..."

Ye Ru murmured, his eyes reflecting the axe light and the towering mountains. His expression was slightly solemn. He could sense that Mo Qingshui was a standout among the scholars who had passed the imperial examinations.

"The power of ghosts and gods is nothing but illusion. The Mohist school was once known as a prominent school of thought because of its 'universal love and non-aggression.' It's a pity that these ideas did not spread to the world. Instead, these unorthodox and heretical practices were valued and even became one of the Mohist school's lost arts. It's a real pity that you have abandoned the great love spirit of the sages."

Ye Ru raised his head and shouted sharply, his eyes gradually hardening with coldness.

"The Simu Rong Ding!"

Ye Ru clenched his fist, and golden light continuously appeared between his eyebrows, eventually forming four golden characters.

After the four golden characters took shape, the shape of a large cauldron appeared behind him. Immediately, Ye Ru's wings on his back trembled violently, and his body soared into the sky. The four golden characters also instantly shot out from between his eyebrows and transformed into a substantial giant cauldron.

The appearance of the Simu Rong Ding was like a priceless treasure, shimmering with a bronze light and exuding an ancient aura that seemed capable of suppressing all things.

"The Rong tripod shakes even the gods and spirits!"

At this moment, Ye Ru's talent flowed out continuously, making the light of the Simu Rong Cauldron even more dazzling. Ye Ru's eyes sharpened, and he suddenly pointed at it.

Rumble, rumble!

The Simu Rong Cauldron shot out with an exceptionally powerful momentum, and in an instant, under countless horrified gazes, it crashed heavily into the Huashan phantom and the axe light.

boom!

The immense force, like two meteorites, collided violently. Immediately afterward, a golden ripple of energy swept outward from the point of impact, accompanied by gusts of wind.

"The Shadow of the Great Shang Dynasty: The Rongding Cauldron Shakes the Gods and Demons!"

This was the first time Ye Ru had unleashed the true form of the Simu Rong Cauldron after mastering the power of the four golden inscriptions. He then let out a cold shout, and in his eyes, it seemed as if the image of the prosperous Shang Dynasty was reflected.

Countless shouts and cries of war resounded here, but then they transformed into the shouts of the common people, and then into the voice of the emperor, lingering in this land for a long time.

"What is this? The sound of a prosperous era? This cauldron actually contains the fortune of the Great Shang Dynasty?"

Upon hearing these sounds, Han Fengxian's pupils constricted sharply, and his face turned extremely horrified. He could sense that this cauldron was several times more powerful than before!

The Simu Rong Cauldron, carrying the fortune of the Great Shang Dynasty, emitted a strange golden light from the three characters on its body, directly suppressing the illusory image of Mount Hua.

Suppressed by the Simu Rong Cauldron, the light of the Huashan phantom, filled with powerful talent, quickly dimmed, as if it had encountered something that countered it.

This scene made Mo Qingshui's expression turn much uglier. He then tried to recall the ghost spirit, but found that the ghost spirit had completely broken away from him.

"What's going on? Why can't I sense the power of this ghost general anymore?"

Upon witnessing this scene, Mo Qingshui's eyes widened in disbelief. This power of the ghosts and gods was formed from their chivalrous spirit and was one of the essences of their Mo family, yet it was blocked just like that.

"boom!"

The Simu Rong Cauldron suppressed Mount Hua, causing its light to shatter completely. The ghost spirit was also drawn into the cauldron by an unknown suction force.

Seeing this, Ye Ru waved his hand, and the Simu Rong Cauldron emitted a burst of bronze light, directly enveloping Mo Qingshui.

"not good!"

Mo Qingshui sensed a terrifying energy fluctuation, and his expression changed. He quickly looked up, reached out and clapped his hands. A golden holy page flew out from his sleeve and transformed into a huge protective shield, directly enveloping him.

However, facing Mo Qingshui's defense, the Simu Rongding directly shattered the sacred page and struck Mo Qingshui's body.

boom!

A dull thud resounded, and Mo Qingshui was as if he had been hit by a meteorite. He spat out a mouthful of blood, and his energy became weak and listless. He slammed his body into a rock, carving a trench in the path of the rock.

Mo Qingshui's body smashed through the stone and flew backward for dozens of meters before coming to a stop. His face was as pale as paper, and he was on the verge of death.

Seeing this seemingly deadly attack, countless people fell silent. People from other countries, looking at Ye Ru, who was dressed in thin clothes, all swallowed hard, their hearts filled with shock.

Unexpectedly, this man, one of the Four Great Masters of the Mohist School, possessing the power of Mohist chivalry and virtually unmatched among all the scholars, was now easily defeated by his opponent…

And it was a serious injury!

"How could it be so strong..."

Zhuang Xian took a deep breath and muttered something, but his eyes revealed an unprecedented shock.

"Brother Mo, would you like to come again?"

Ye Ru looked at the dim holy page, then looked at Mo Qingshui and said with a smile.

"you……"

Mo Qingshui got up from the ground and was about to pick up the dim page when Ye Ru took it away.

"Consider this sacred page a spoil of war for my Yanhuang Kingdom. Thank you, Brother Mo, for this treasure."

Ye Ru picked up the sacred page, flicked it lightly, and then bowed to it. This gesture caused Mo Qingshui to spit out another mouthful of blood.

Many people breathed a sigh of relief upon seeing Ye Ru's decisive and resolute manner. From this day forward, it seemed that the name Ye Ru would truly become renowned throughout the major countries...