Chapter 2869 - 148: Divine Punishment? (Part 2)

Chapter 2869: Chapter 148: Divine Punishment? (Part 2)

But regardless of what is said, with the support of the Shugu Tribe and Great Chief Lugu, the other tribes are temporarily unable to take action against Mo Hua.

After all, to act against Mo Hua, one must first subdue Lugu.

Lugu was a General not long ago, experienced in warfare, and not easily dealt with.

Moreover, this is a "Council Meeting." If they truly act against Lugu, the alliance would be ruined.

In this fragmented land of the Barbaric Wilderness, establishing such a united alliance is extraordinarily difficult. These Great Chiefs are well aware that it’s impossible to truly jeopardize the greater scheme over an ambiguous shaman.

But this concerns the greater scheme of the tribes.

In the eyes of the shamans at the Royal Court, the legitimacy of the deity is the larger matter. They can’t allow anyone to usurp the shaman’s power under the guise of a deity.

Yan Zhu looked at Mo Hua, pondered for a moment, and said calmly:

"Kid, I originally didn’t want to act personally. Killing a Foundation Establishment like you tarnishes my reputation. But your audacity is sky-high, you have violated a major taboo. If I don’t impose Divine Punishment to extinguish your Divine Soul, how can I affirm the deity’s status, uphold the Royal Court’s prestige, and clear sight and hearing..."

Yan Zhu slowly raised his hand, crimson flames swirling on his arm, the scorching aura entwined around his fingertips.

And his finger pointed directly at Mo Hua’s eyes.

Yan Zhu said in a low voice, enunciating every word: "Today, in the name of a shaman, I will impose Divine Punishment upon you. May the deity’s Karmic Fire burn away your arrogance, consume your sins, and use your life to repay your transgressions."

An extremely powerful yet invisible force gathered at Yan Zhu’s fingertips.

Everyone’s color changed.

They could all feel a scorching aura, Divine Sense could detect a strong oppression, but nothing could be seen visibly.

"This is... the power of the shaman?"

The Great Chiefs and Chief Elders were all astonished.

Chief Dan Lie furrowed his brows.

Lugu also sensed a strong, invisible danger, wanted to move in front of Mo Hua, but just before moving, he suddenly caught sight of Yan Zhu’s eyes.

In Yan Zhu’s eyes, flames burned fiercely, revealing awe-inspiring majesty, as if a voice was asking him:

"Do you wish to replace the kid and endure ’Divine Punishment’?"

Lugu feared not blade or death, but the words "Divine Punishment" harbored a deep-seated terror.

He dared not.

He dared to block blades and spells for Mo Hua, but dared not block "Divine Punishment."

In that instant, Lugu was frozen in place.

And in that brief moment, Yan Zhu’s telekinesis poured forth.

Powerful telekinesis swept the hall.

Everyone could feel the surrounding atmosphere scorchingly hot like a furnace, as if a deity descended fiery judgment to burn the desecrating sinners.

This was an entirely different level of Cultivation Power.

Everyone couldn’t help but show amazement, turning to look at Mo Hua.

Mo Hua, the "fraudulent shaman," simply stood there blankly, seemingly oblivious, showing no sign of movement.

Like an innocent youth, awaiting divine punishment in ignorance.

The scorching aura surged, spreading before Mo Hua, like purgatory flames of the apocalypse, invading Mo Hua’s senses, rushing into his Sea of Consciousness, burning his Divine Sense...

The Great Chiefs and Chief Elders all changed in complexion, some even felt sympathy.

Yan Zhu exercised the power of "Divine Punishment," his expression indifferent, with an air of superiority.

While the innocent Mo Hua endured the burning of Karmic Fire.

Whether it was too painful, Mo Hua even seemed too pained to make a sound, so he silently stood where he was, enduring everything quietly.

The Karmic Fire continued to burn.

Divine Punishment persisted.

Mo Hua remained motionless.

Be it moments or an unmeasurable duration, Mo Hua showed no significant movement and his expression barely changed.

The Great Chiefs were stunned for a moment, and their expressions grew peculiar.

Yan Zhu was also frozen in place.

Mo Hua felt his eyes were a bit warm, itchy, and couldn’t resist blinking, asking Yan Zhu with clear eyes:

"Is your Divine Punishment over?"

Yan Zhu felt this light remark like a heavy hammer, smashing at his chest, shattering his pride.

His heart churned with tumultuous emotions.

But fortunately, as a shaman, his will was immensely solid, and his skin equally so.

Yan Zhu controlled his expression, not revealing any anomaly, calmly withdrew the hand pointed at Mo Hua, and sighed lightly, saying:

"Forget it, above all, heaven embodies benevolence. At your young age, ignorant of the heights and depths, falsely claiming to be a shaman, although guilty, it’s not severe enough to warrant ’Divine Punishment’."

"Those subjected to Divine Punishment are invariably vicious and unforgivable. Of yet... you do not qualify."

Mo Hua was startled, unsure of how to respond.

This Yan Zhu, his skin was actually thicker than his own.

Truthfully, in these times, having thick skin seems necessary to be a shaman.

Then the Great Chief of the Flame Wing Tribe immediately saluted and sighed:

"As expected of Sir Yan Zhu, broad-minded and extraordinary. Seeing your might, the lad stood still, internally undoubtedly greatly impacted. With your intimidation, this will surely adjust his future conduct, may his deeds go lightly forgiven this time by sir..."

Yan Zhu nodded slightly, "The Great Chief speaks truly, let him off this once."

Mo Hua: "..."

Just then, the bewitching Qing Zhu, who had remained silent, slowly spoke:

"The hour grows late, rather discuss early, lest it be delayed."

Her voice was gentle, containing a slight huskiness.