The two grandmasters, it was Mo Zheng who wanted to frame his disciple!

Chapter 128 The two grandmasters, it was Mo Zheng who wanted to frame his disciple!

Silence. The scene was completely silent!

Apart from Fang Yang's heart-wrenching cries of pain, everyone who witnessed this scene was stunned.

The two disciples from the aristocratic families stood there, staring at the blood, flesh, and bone fragments scattered on the ground. Their hearts were pounding wildly. Even when Mo Zheng and Fang Yang were fighting, they had never felt this horrified.

For a swordsman, the most important thing is undoubtedly his two arms.

Without both arms, even with divine swordsmanship, one cannot unleash any combat power.

But Mo Zheng just severed Fang Yang's two arms right in front of him, cutting them into pieces. This was even more painful than killing Fang Yang directly!

It's just a severed arm. The Hun Tian Sect has no shortage of spiritual medicines that can reattach a severed arm, but it's already turned into a pile of minced meat. What's the point of reattaching it then?

It is no exaggeration to say that this martial arts genius, who was once regarded by the sect as the only Martial Saint seed, has completely lost his future and is basically a cripple.

Ruthless! Absolutely ruthless!

What kind of deep-seated hatred could drive someone to such a brutal act?!

"My arm! Ah—my arm!"

Fang Yang was writhing in pain on the snow, blood flowing out continuously, staining the surrounding snow crimson.

However, the physical pain was minor; the immense blow of losing both arms nearly drove him insane. He never even dreamed of...

To think that Mo Zheng was so powerful that he could defeat him in one move and destroy both of his arms!

call!

A strong gust of cold wind blew in, and the already extremely cold weather caused the temperature to drop sharply. The snow on the ground instantly froze into ice crystals, and a terrifying chill permeated the air. It was as if the Cold Sword Martial Saint had finally arrived.

The two disciples who were implicated wanted to step forward to pay their respects, but the cold air made them shiver, their teeth chattering, and they could barely stand.

Not only Han Jian Martial Saint, but also many martial artists from all directions were rushing here. The commotion caused by Mo Zheng and Fang Yang's fight was quite significant, and Fang Yang's call had alarmed the entire Hun Tian Sect. However, Han Jian Martial Saint was the closest and fastest, which is why he arrived the earliest.

He stared at Fang Yang lying on the ground, howling in pain, his pupils suddenly contracting as he looked at the blood and flesh scattered all over the ground and Fang Yang's bleeding severed arm.

Fang Yang, the most promising martial saint seed in his lineage, has actually lost his arms that can hold a sword!

"Master—Grandmaster, avenge me, avenge me—" Fang Yang said weakly, the resentment in his eyes almost solidifying.

Just moments ago, he was a high-ranking martial arts prodigy, having successfully broken through to the Visceral Realm. Even powerful clans had to bow down to him and invite him to banquets to curry favor. But in the blink of an eye, he had become a cripple. Who could bear such a drastic fall from grace?

"Yang'er————"

With a pained expression, Han Jianwu Sheng looked at Fang Yang and made a sweeping motion. Large patches of frost immediately formed on Fang Yang's severed arm, stopping the bleeding.

Then, he suddenly looked at Mo Zheng, his eyes filled with extreme murderous intent, and coldly shouted, "You're courting death!"

Without another word, the Cold Sword Martial Saint had already made his move!

He vanished from Mo Zheng's sight without a trace. He was so fast that even with his mental power, Mo Zheng could only barely sense a trace of him.

A tremendous fear of death instantly enveloped Mo Zheng. Without hesitation, Mo Zheng activated his bloodline power and, with the help of his mental power, his body moved to the side at lightning speed!

His body was covered in crimson feathers, and two wings extended from his back. His entire body was engulfed in pale purple flames, and with the addition of his psychic power, his speed increased dramatically!

Unfortunately, he was still far, far slower than the Cold Sword Martial Saint.

boom!

A palm landed on Mo Zheng's right chest, like an iceberg crashing into his chest. The terrifying force and chilling energy, indescribable in words, instantly poured into Mo Zheng's body.

Mo Zheng shot out like an arrow released from a bow, completely out of control.

The Silver Spirit Armor emitted a faint white light, immediately weakening most of the terrifying power at the Martial Saint level. However, even this remaining bit of power completely destroyed the crimson feather on the right chest, impacting Mo Zheng's internal organs.

Boom!

Mo Zheng's body crashed heavily into the snow, creating a deep crater in the ground. Snow and rocks flew everywhere, and the scene was chaotic.

"Hmm? Phoenix bloodline?"

The Martial Saint of the Cold Sword stood still, looking at Mo Zheng, who had wings on his back and was covered in red feathers, and frowned in confusion, saying, "Are you from the Zhou family of the Divine Capital?"

But then he shook his head and said self-deprecatingly, "What can a dead man possibly ask?"

Having said that, he walked towards Fang Yang, took out a pill from his pouch, and put it into the other's mouth, saying, "Yang'er, I have avenged you. But who is this person, and how did he manage to infiltrate our Hun Tian Sect's mountain gate to kill you?"

"Grandmaster————"

The pill melted instantly upon entering his mouth, and under its effects, Fang Yang felt much better. He looked at the Cold Sword Martial Saint with a wronged expression and said, "He—"

He is Mo Zheng, and I, his disciple—I don't know what I did to anger him, but he tried to kill me as soon as he came out of the Haotian Secret Realm!

As he spoke, his voice grew stronger and his complexion became rosy, a testament to the immediate effects of the elixir.

"Don't argue?!"

The Cold Sword Martial Saint was shocked. Wasn't he supposed to have died in the Haotian Secret Realm? How could he have come out of it after so long?

"Cough—cough cough—"

Just then, a soft cough came from behind. When everyone looked closely, they saw that Mo Zheng, who had been knocked down into the snow, was slowly standing up.

He didn't die! He survived a blow from a Martial Saint?!

This scene completely stunned all the experts at the Internal Organs Realm who had already arrived at the scene. Even Han Jian Martial Saint himself was filled with astonishment.

The Martial Saint, who lived for five hundred years and possessed the strength to move mountains, was hailed by the world as a true immortal on land. This was no exaggeration.

The difference in strength between the Martial Saint and those below the Martial Saint realm is so vast that it can only be described as an insurmountable chasm. No one in the Visceral Realm has ever been able to withstand a single blow from a Martial Saint!

However, right under their noses, this unfamiliar martial artist at the Internal Organs Realm was struck by the enraged Cold Sword Martial Saint. Not only did he not die, but he also stood up. Judging from his appearance, he was not even seriously injured.

Even for a bloodline martial artist, such a performance is nothing short of terrifying!

"Don't fight—"

The Cold Sword Martial Saint stared at the figure that stood up from the snow, his eyes narrowed, his heart filled with immense shock.

Although he did not use any divine weapons in that attack, he did not hold back either. It was impossible for someone at the Internal Organs Realm to withstand it, yet Mo Zheng actually managed to take it by force!

"Cough cough cough————"

Mo Zheng coughed softly, a look of pain on his face.

The Martial Saint truly lives up to his reputation as a pillar of the nation; his strength far exceeded his expectations.

Even with the Silver Spirit Armor protecting him and reducing his power by more than 90%, the remaining 10% of Cold Sword Martial Saint's power was still equivalent to an attack from the Perfected Visceral Realm.

Fortunately, his innate bloodline also possessed astonishing defensive capabilities. After being weakened by the double defense of feathers and flesh, the remaining power only caused his internal organs to tremble and his blood to churn, but it was not enough to kill him.

He was unable to get up for a moment because the terrifying cold energy contained in that power had temporarily paralyzed his limbs. However, with the power of his bloodline dissolving it, the numbness disappeared completely in a few breaths.

"Mo Zheng, it seems you've had some good fortune in the Haotian Secret Realm, as you were able to withstand one of my palm strikes," the Cold Sword Martial Saint said in a deep voice.

Upon hearing what the Cold Sword Martial Saint said, the Hun Tian Sect disciples who rushed to the scene were all shocked. They certainly knew of the martial arts genius who had comprehended the martial arts intent at the age of eighteen, but wasn't he supposed to have died in the Haotian Secret Realm? How could he suddenly reappear after only four months?!

"Grandmaster."

Mo Zheng withdrew his bloodline power, returned to normal, and bowed.

The Cold Sword Martial Saint sized up the short-haired youth in front of him. He had only seen the other person once when the Haotian Secret Realm was opened, so he did not recognize him at first sight.

"Hmph, don't think that just because you've found some opportunities in the secret realm, you can run rampant in my Hun Tian Sect!" said the Cold Sword Martial Saint, his voice filled with rage.

"Grandmaster!" Fang Yang pleaded, seeing that Mo Zheng was still alive, "Kill him to avenge me, Grandmaster!"

At this moment, he had no other thoughts but revenge.

In particular, he had already been crippled by Mo Zheng, yet the other party was able to withstand a blow from a Martial Saint!

The more dazzling Mo Zheng's performance is, the more he wants Mo Zheng dead!

However, before Han Jianwu Sheng could speak, someone said, "What a commotion! It's been a long time since my Hun Tian Sect has been this lively."

As the words fell, a figure appeared silently in the center of the crowd. The newcomer was dressed in a white robe and jade crown, with a weathered look in his eyes. His terrifying aura was in no way inferior to that of the Cold Sword Martial Saint. Who else could it be but Sect Master Yuan Tiansi?

"Greetings, Sect Master!"

The gathered disciples all bowed to Yuan Tiansi.

"No need for such formalities."

Yuan Tiansi raised his hand, signaling everyone to stand up.

Then, looking at Fang Yang lying on the ground with both arms missing, and at Mo Zheng standing there, a hint of doubt flashed in his eyes. He asked, "Senior Brother Han Jian, what happened here?"

After seeing Mo Zheng, Yuan Tiansi went back to continue cultivating. However, not long after, he heard Fang Yang shout loudly and then rushed over here.

Unfortunately, he was farther away than the Cold Sword Martial Saint, and could only see Mo Zheng being sent flying by Yuan Tiansi's palm from afar. He really didn't know what exactly happened.

The Cold Sword Martial Saint snorted coldly and did not answer directly. He knew that Yuan Tiansi had always liked Mo Zheng quite a bit and had even bestowed upon him the Crimson Flame Divine Sword.

Therefore, he said, "You two, tell the sect leader, and don't hide anything!"

"Yes—yes!"

The two disciples from the aristocratic families who followed Fang Yang witnessed the entire process. Now that the Martial Saint was asking them questions, they dared not hide anything and immediately recounted everything they had witnessed, trembling with fear.

Mo Zheng ambushed Fang Yang and shattered both of his arms?!

Upon hearing this, Yuan Tiansi looked down at the blood and flesh fragments scattered on the ground and frowned. This was troublesome.

"Junior Brother Yuan, how should this behavior be dealt with according to the sect rules?" asked the Cold Sword Martial Saint.

Yuan Tiansi turned his head and glared at Mo Zheng, then said, "Senior brother, perhaps there is some misunderstanding."

"Misunderstand?"

The Martial Saint of Cold Sword gave a cold laugh and said, "What I'm talking about now is the sect rules, not a misunderstanding!"

"Don't argue."

He turned to Mo Zheng and said, "You should already know the rules of our Hun Tian Sect. There are several of them that, if violated, are capital offenses!"

"Indiscriminate killing of innocent people is one offense, harming fellow disciples is another, and betraying one's master and ancestors is yet another!"

"And yet you dare to be so arrogant, disregarding the sect rules, and dare to directly attack and kill a fellow disciple in broad daylight within our sect! This is an unforgivable crime punishable by death! And Fang Yang, whose arms you destroyed, was a potential Martial Saint of our Hun Tian Sect. This crime is even more serious!"

"If I kill you according to the clan rules, are you satisfied?!"

Seeing this, Yuan Tiansi frowned even more deeply. However, the clan rules were such that even if he wanted to show favoritism, he could not do so in front of everyone, otherwise the dignity of the clan rules would be destroyed.

This is not a rule that restricts any one person; it is a solemn rule that has been consistently applied to all disciples of the Hun Tian Sect for thousands of years!

However, faced with the Cold Sword Martial Saint's questioning, and to everyone's astonishment, Mo Zheng answered confidently, "This disciple is not convinced!"

"Hmph, what, you dare to do it but not admit it? The evidence is overwhelming, how can you deny it?"

"Reporting to Martial Saint Han Jian, my purpose in dealing with Fang Yang was to seek revenge. In that Haotian Secret Realm, he was the one who first knocked me into the sea of ​​lava and fire, intending to kill me. He was the one who committed the crime of harming a fellow disciple first!" Mo Zheng shouted loudly.

With his martial arts skills, killing Fang Yang would be very easy. However, just as the Cold Sword Martial Saint said, harming a fellow disciple is a capital offense. If he were to kill him with a single sword strike, it would certainly be very satisfying, but he himself would inevitably suffer severe punishment.

Mo Zheng would not be so unwise. He didn't even tell the sect leader in advance because he was afraid that the two martial saints would take pity on Fang Yang's talent and advise him to prioritize the overall situation and make a big deal out of a small one.

But is not being contentious a characteristic of forbearance?

Therefore, he deliberately fought with him, causing a commotion that attracted the sect's martial saints and a group of experts at the internal organs realm to gather here, making the scene so grand, all so that he could openly and fairly kill Fang Yang and prevent the two martial saints from having the opportunity to show favoritism.

"You're talking nonsense! You're taking advantage of the fact that no one was watching in the secret realm to distort the truth and deliberately spread rumors to frame me!"

Fang Yang knew that in this situation, admitting the truth would mean certain death, so he gritted his teeth and refused to admit it. Instead, he put on a pitiful face and said, "Two Martial Saints, please be aware that during the Haotian Secret Realm incident, this disciple had not yet comprehended the martial arts intent and was far from being a match for Junior Brother Mo. Even if I had intended to harm him, how could I have succeeded?"

"Besides, if I had actually knocked him into the sea of ​​lava and fire, how could Mo Zheng possibly survive?"

"Two grandmasters, it is Mo Zheng who is trying to frame and slander his disciple!"

Upon hearing this, everyone present looked at each other, unsure of whom to believe.

Unexpectedly, Yuan Tiansi's worried expression vanished, and he smiled, saying, "Fang Yang, don't worry, we will uphold justice for you."

He then saw Han Jian Wu Sheng laugh and said, "Senior Brother Han Jian, I wonder if you can tell who is telling the truth and who is lying? No one else can see what happened in the secret realm except for the two of them. Among us, only you have entered the third level of the Heavenly Ladder. I'm afraid we can only trust your judgment."

"What's the point of arguing? It's obvious that this kid surnamed Mo is trying to escape punishment and is just spouting nonsense!"

Han Jianwusheng rejected Mo Zheng without hesitation. He looked at Fang Yang with heartache and said in a deep voice, "What Fang Yang said is correct. In the third level of Haotian Secret Realm, the sea of ​​magma and fire below the Heavenly Ladder is boundless and endless, like a rushing river. Anyone below the level of Martial Saint who falls into it will surely die."