I Can Replicate Martial Arts

"Mo Wuji! How dare you act so presumptuously?"

A deep, resonant voice echoed from far outside the grand hall. It was not the Wupeng Great Witch Venerable, but Prince Zi Gui of the Great Shang.

"Your Majesty?"

Mo Wuji’s expression stiffened, and hesitation flickered across his face.

"Are you going to defy me? Or perhaps you mean to betray my Great Shang?"

Upon hearing this, Mo Wuji could not help but lower himself, dropping to one knee and crying out, "Your Majesty."

"Hmph. I’ll give you credit for knowing what’s good for you."

Clad in a suit of Armor, Prince Zi Gui strode into the hall, his gaze sweeping over Mo Wuji.

The boundless rainbow light, now unopposed, instantly flooded the entire hall.

When King Chonghou’s other subordinate generals saw this, their faces paled. Under these circumstances, how could they not realize the king was here to purge King Chonghou?

They immediately unleashed their Infinite True Qi, turning and leaping back to King Chonghou’s side to resist the encroaching rainbow light.

"Mo Wuji, what are you doing at a time like this? Are you really going to betray the Marquis King?"

The generals cursed him for his lack of resolve. He was clearly so powerful, yet when it came to matters of the throne, he was always so indecisive.

If only he had listened to them and made the first move, they wouldn’t be in such a passive position now.

"Are you all trying to rebel?"

Prince Zi Gui’s expression turned ugly. He was the ruler of the nation, after all, yet these soldiers refused to honor him, choosing instead to protect his younger brother.

The generals fell silent at his words, but their momentum did not waver in the slightest. Things had already reached this point; a single step back would lead to damnation beyond recovery.

"Royal Brother, what fine soldiers you’ve trained. So loyal."

Prince Zi Gui’s tone was sinister as his gaze swept across the seven or eight generals, a fiery rage igniting in his eyes.

His stare made their scalps tingle, but they did not retreat a single step. As long as King Chonghou stood with them, they still had a fighting chance.

The soldiers on the frontier were their men. They just had to protect the Marquis King, and the overall situation would be in their hands.

"Oh, Royal Brother, my Royal Brother. You are a talented statesman, but you are no conqueror. You are too indecisive and weak-willed to achieve anything great. Kneel now, and I will let bygones be bygones."

Prince Zi Gui’s eyes were icy, his right hand never leaving the hilt of his sword.

Surrounded and protected by his generals, King Chonghou looked at Mo Wuji, who was kneeling on one knee and silent, and his face grew pale.

It wasn’t that he didn’t want to fight to the death, but Mo Wuji’s attitude was the most crucial piece of the puzzle.

As one of the top masters in all of Great Shang, he wasn’t just unparalleled in martial prowess; he was also a prodigy in military strategy, administration, and internal affairs.

Under his command were the most elite tribal forces. Gaining his support was equivalent to gaining the backing of more than half the power of the Central Asian Great Shang.

Before the Gui Xu Great Shang had fallen, he had even briefly considered challenging their authority. Unfortunately, after sounding out Mo Wudi’s attitude a few times, he never received the support he wanted.

Coupled with his own indecisive nature, his hesitation had led him to this very predicament!

’Such is the time! Such is my fate!’

King Chonghou gave a bitter smile. His body trembled as he prepared to kneel.

"Marquis King, you mustn’t! We will defend you to the death."

A burly, bear-like general with a gold ring through his nostril grabbed King Chonghou, stopping him from kneeling.

If he knelt, their status as rebels would be set in stone!

There would be no chance of turning the tables.

If King Chonghou didn’t kneel, they would have a just cause and a fighting chance.

"Marquis King, you can’t!"

"Mo Wuji, are you going to use your so-called righteousness to trap the Marquis King in a hopeless situation?"

"Mo Wuji, a day will come when you regret this."

The generals were filled with grief. They were the ones who had conquered this land, and it was Prince Zi Gui who had lost their ancestral home. Yet, they were the ones who had ended up in this predicament.

A wave of sorrow and indignation erupted from them, so palpable it felt almost physical.

Their words made Mo Wuji, still kneeling on the ground, look utterly miserable.

All eyes, from both sides, were now fixed on him.

"General Mo, you have a duty to defend the land and have rendered great service in expanding its borders. I hereby bestow upon you the title of Holy Witch Venerable. You shall remain in command of the Thirty-Six Divisions."

Prince Zi Gui said to him in a deep voice.

"Thank you, Your Majesty. Your subject does not dare claim such credit."

Mo Wuji hurriedly cupped his fists in thanks, but as soon as the words left his mouth, he knew there was no turning back.

"Mo Wuji, I look down on you!"

The burly general spat a thick glob of phlegm, which shot toward Mo Wuji like a streak of light.

Mo Wuji did not dodge or evade, allowing the phlegm to strike him. A complicated expression washed over his face.

"Royal Brother Chonghou, you and General Mo are my right and left hands. This vast territory was won thanks to the efforts of you both. When we retake Gui Xu in the future, what would be the harm in bestowing Central Asia upon you, my worthy brother?"

Prince Zi Gui said with a chuckle. At his side, the Wupeng Great Witch Venerable made a gesture, and the boundless rainbow light completely enveloped the hall, leaving not a single gap.

"So be it!"

King Chonghou broke free from the gold-ringed general’s grasp and knelt to the ground with a THUD.

"Your younger brother thanks Your Majesty."

As King Chonghou knelt, the faces of his remaining generals turned ashen. They glanced at each other, bitter smiles on their faces.

Two of them immediately followed suit and knelt.

The others remained standing, but the anger in their eyes had already transformed into grim determination.

"Such audacity!"

The Wupeng Great Witch Venerable’s eyes turned cold. He suddenly gestured with his hand, and the rainbow light filling the hall morphed into countless strange and Exotic Beasts, which charged the remaining men.

"Fight! Fight! Fight!"

True Qi erupted from the five generals’ bodies as they each brandished their Divine Weapons, striking at the Exotic Beasts formed from the rainbow light.

"Collect!"

The Wupeng Great Witch Venerable clenched his left fist, and the boundless rainbow light instantly sucked the men, along with the strange and exotic creatures, into a bizarre pocket of space.