Chapter 1706: Chapter 840: Vengeance, Vengeance!
"We go together! I cannot leave you alone!" Mo Han tightly grasped the Longsword, his tone determined, without a hint of retreat.
"Ah, you foolish child... truly confused..." Mo Han’s uncle sighed, his eyes filled with both appreciation and helplessness, but more with emotion.
"Good! Good! Good! Since you wish to die, I will grant your wish!"
The man in the black robe roared angrily, launching another attack, his weapon whistling through the air, striking toward Mo Han and his uncle.
Mo Han and his uncle fought side by side, back to back, engaging in a deadly battle with the man in the black robe, Sword Light flashing, flesh and blood flying.
Meanwhile, Luo Chen and Qing Shuang, leading the hostages, had reached the exit of the secret passage, about to see the light of day again.
"Let’s go out first, find a safe place to settle them, then come back to assist Mo Han and uncle." Luo Chen said, his voice tinged with urgency.
"Alright, be careful." Qing Shuang nodded, her eyes full of worry.
Luo Chen led the hostages out of the secret passage, arriving on the cliff outside, breathing in the fresh air, as if reborn.
He turned back to look, and in the secret passage, there were still sounds of fierce fighting, clashing of blades, screams, roars, all intertwined, terrifying.
"I hope they are safe." Luo Chen prayed silently, his hands clenched into fists, his knuckles white.
Suddenly, a loud noise erupted from the secret passage, deafening, the entire cliff shaking violently, as if an earthquake occurred.
"No, the passage is collapsing!" Qing Shuang exclaimed, her face pale, eyes filled with fear.
Before the words finished, the entrance to the passage began to collapse, rubble rolling down, dust covering the sky.
"Mo Han! Uncle!" Luo Chen cried out, his voice echoing in the valley, filled with sorrow and despair.
However, no response came from the passage, only the sound of rolling stones, and endless silence.
Luo Chen stood there dumbfounded, his eyes vacant, as if he’d lost his soul, filled with sorrow and despair, he couldn’t believe Mo Han and his uncle were just...
Qing Shuang also froze, she covered her mouth, tears streaming down her face, she couldn’t believe Mo Han and his uncle were just... buried in the collapsed passage.
The hostages also stopped crying, they looked at the collapsed passage, eyes filled with sadness and respect.
"They... they sacrificed themselves to save us..." a young person choked, voice trembling, weeping uncontrollably.
"We will forever remember their kindness, they are our heroes." an old man said, voice trembling, tears streaming down.
"We cannot let their sacrifice be in vain, we must avenge them!" Luo Chen suddenly said, his eyes reignited with flames of hatred and vengeance.
"Avenge..."
Qing Shuang murmured, crystal tears silently fell, splashing on the back of her hand clutching the Magic Wand, sending chills.
She suddenly raised her head, her eyes once clear as lake water, now burning with fierce anger, as if to incinerate all evil.
"Yes! We must avenge them!"
Qing Shuang gritted her teeth, each word squeezed from between her teeth, filled with deep-seated hatred.
"Blood Ghost Sect, I, Qing Shuang, swear here, you will repay your blood debts with blood, your bones shall be ground to dust!"
She sharply struck the Magic Wand against the ground, causing the hard rock surface to crack instantly, displaying her inner surging anger.
The other hostages were also infected by this emotion, their eyes red, fists clenched, nails dug deep into flesh, bleeding but unaware.
"Yes, avenge them! Avenge the heroes!"
"Blood Ghost Sect, we stand irreconcilable with you!"
"Kill them all, leave none!"
The anguished cries rose one after another, like rolling thunder, echoing through the valley, shaking hearts.
Facing the furious crowd, Luo Chen struggled to restrain the immense wave of sorrow within him, trying to remain calm, he took a deep breath, as if to suppress all grief into the deepest part of his heart.
"Everyone, calm down for a moment!"
Luo Chen’s voice, though not loud, carried an undeniable authority that gradually quieted the noisy crowd.
He glanced around, his gaze sweeping over faces filled with grief and anger, eyes brimming with hatred for the Blood Ghost Sect, and full of trust and expectation towards him.
Luo Chen felt the immense weight on his shoulders, but he knew he couldn’t fall. He must lead everyone out of sorrow and seek justice for the fallen heroes.
"The dead are gone, the living carry on."
Luo Chen’s voice was deep and hoarse, each word seemingly carrying the weight of a thousand pounds, heavily striking everyone’s heart.
"We, the living, must carry on Mo Han and uncle’s will, completing the unfinished business."
"Only by completely annihilating the Blood Ghost Sect can we console their spirits above and restore peace to this land!"
Luo Chen’s eyes gradually became determined, as if a flame was burning in his heart, lighting the path forward.
Hearing Luo Chen’s words, everyone silently nodded, their eyes filled with determination and resolve.
Yes, crying and sorrow are in vain; only by turning grief into strength can we avenge the fallen heroes.
Luo Chen led the hostages, trudging along the rugged, winding mountain path towards the Alliance.
All the way, everyone was silent, only the heavy footsteps and occasional sobs echoing in the quiet valley, making it especially desolate.
Qing Shuang silently walked beside Luo Chen, looking at his tense profile, the face that always wore a gentle smile was now as cold as a sculpture, with a cloud of gloom hanging over his brows.
Qing Shuang knew that Luo Chen’s mood at this moment was more sorrowful than anyone else’s.
After all, Mo Han was not just his comrade, but also a brotherly partner.
And Mo Han’s uncle was also a respectable elder.
Now, with both of them sacrificed, one can imagine the pain in Luo Chen’s heart.
But he held back his sorrow, burying all the pain deep inside, silently leading everyone forward. This resilience and responsibility made Qing Shuang ache for him yet admire him.
"Luo Chen..."
Qing Shuang called softly, her voice carrying a subtle choke.
Luo Chen turned his head to look at Qing Shuang, a hint of gentleness flashed in his deep eyes.
He forced a faint smile and said hoarsely, "I’m okay, don’t worry."
"Mo Han and uncle, they were true heroes, their sacrifice won’t be in vain."
Qing Shuang’s voice trembled slightly; she bit her lip firmly, trying hard not to let her tears fall.
"We will avenge them, definitely!"
Luo Chen nodded without speaking, simply reaching out to gently hold Qing Shuang’s hand.
That hand, cold and trembling, yet conveying a warm strength, gave Luo Chen a bit of comfort.
After several days and nights of arduous journey, enduring wind and dew, Luo Chen and his group finally returned to the Alliance Headquarters.
Within the deliberation hall at the Alliance Headquarters, the atmosphere was heavy and suffocating, as if the air was frozen.
The leaders of the Alliance were seated around a massive round stone table, their faces filled with heaviness and sorrow, their eyes full of worry and unease.
Luo Chen stood in the center of the hall, recounting their ordeal at the Blood Ghost Sect’s stronghold, and the sacrifice of Mo Han and his uncle, in detail to everyone.
His voice was deep and hoarse, each word seeming to carry the weight of a thousand pounds, like heavy hammers fiercely pounding into everyone’s hearts, causing sharp pain.
During the telling, Luo Chen choked up several times, almost unable to continue.
Each time, he would clench his fists tightly, his nails piercing deep into his flesh, using the pain to keep himself awake.
Qing Shuang stood beside Luo Chen, her head lowered, her tears had long blurred her vision, crystal-clear droplets silently falling, wetting the soil significantly.