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Mo Yu stood enshrouded in a web of lightning, silver arcs crackling and dancing wildly. Perhaps due to the True Origin Devouring Thunder, his physique had become more robust, resembling a silver iron tower brimming with an aura of menace.
Among the Twelve Thunder Souls, although the True Origin Devouring Thunder ranked last, its combat enhancement was far from weak. After absorbing vast amounts of dou qi, it provided Mo Yu with an immense boost.
After a brief surge in momentum, his aura finally stabilized. Mo Yu's piercing gaze swept across the Tang Clan members, and a cold smile curled on his lips.
"Come at me, all of you!"
Faced with the fully armed Mo Yu, Tang Hao frowned slightly. With his body now covered in this formidable lightning, Mo Yu's strength had nearly reached the level of a nine-star Dou Huang.
When Mo Yu was a mere seven-star Dou Huang, he had effortlessly one shot Tang San, another seven-star Dou Huang. Now, with his strength elevated to nine-star Dou Huang, even Tang Hao felt uncertain about defeating him.
"Dammit! Just who is this kid? A mysterious, powerful thunder force, a sixth-grade weapon refiner, and a peak Dou Zong servant? Could he be from the Wind and Thunder Pavilion, those thunder-wielding maniacs?
But I've never heard of a prodigy named Mo Yu emerging from the Wind and Thunder Pavilion." Tang Hao's face turned grim as he mused silently.
At this moment, the eyes of the entire crowd returned to the battlefield. Mo Yu's sudden surge in strength left many in awe as they speculated about his origins.
The Central Plains was vast, home to countless hidden talents and powers. Could Mo Yu belong to some obscure, powerful faction from the Central Plains?
Lan Yuan observed the scene and asked uncertainly, "Yingying, are you sure Mo Yu is from the Northwest Continent? With his strength and talent, even the most outstanding disciple of the Ten Thousand Swords Pavilion's younger generation, Tang Ying, pales in comparison."
Hearing this, Lan Yingying was momentarily stunned. She had known Mo Yu for a long time and was aware he hailed from a small clan in the Jia Ma Empire, where the strongest individual was only a Da Dou Shi.
But as she watched Mo Yu face off against the Tang Clan's high-ranking members alone, she could only smile wryly and say, "Junior Brother Mo Yu is indeed from the Northwest Continent, but his talent is extraordinary. So much so that even in the Central Plains, he stands unrivaled."
As her words fell, the Lan Clan members gazed at the silver-eyed youth on the battlefield, who seemed like a god of thunder. The imposing and valiant image of Mo Yu at this moment etched itself deeply into their minds.
"Tang Hao, deal with that boy quickly!"
During the standoff, Elder Hei Jian's shout rang out again. However, this time, his voice carried a trace of urgency.
Mo Yu's gaze shifted slightly, his cold smile widening. Elder Hei Jian, who had earlier displayed the demeanor of a master, was now completely suppressed by Qing Zhi.
With the augmentation of the Frost Spirit Silver Thunder, every strike from Qing Zhi left the elder scrambling to dodge.
Despite being a half-step Dou Zun, the addition of the Frost Spirit Silver Thunder gave Qing Zhi a decisive edge. In direct confrontation, Elder Hei Jian stood no chance.
Were it not for the seven-tier peak weapon in his hand, the Black Dragon Howling Sky Sword, his situation would have been far more dire.
Even so, it was evident to all that under Qing Zhi's relentless assault, the renowned Elder Hei Jian—one of the Four Sword-Guarding Elders of the Ten Thousand Swords Pavilion—could only manage to defend himself without any room for a counterattack.
Tang Hao took note of the elder's predicament and grew alarmed. That ice-attributed powerhouse was far stronger than expected. If Elder Hei Jian was struggling this much, it was imperative to eliminate Mo Yu quickly to prevent further complications that could bring disaster to the Tang Clan.
"Attack!"
With a sharp glint in his eyes, Tang Hao summoned a sharp saber into his hand. Its blade gleamed with a cold light under the sunlight, exuding a chilling aura.
The Tang Clan experts around him also brandished their weapons, each one unique, and charged toward Mo Yu.
Swish! Swish! Swish!
Leading the charge, Tang Hao swung his saber casually in a few arcs, causing the very space around it to ripple faintly.
While Tang Hao's character might be questionable, his strength was undeniable, equal to that of Lan Yuan. Both had one foot firmly in the realm of Dou Zong.
A surge of deep green Dou Qi erupted from Tang Hao, creating a sudden gale that howled across the battlefield.
Clenching his fist tightly, Tang Hao's Dou Qi coiled around him like a cyclone. Gripping his saber, he let out a sinister laugh before stomping on the ground and launching himself toward Mo Yu like a blur.
Following his lead, the Tang Clan's Dou Huang experts unleashed brilliant beams of Dou Qi in various colors as they attacked in unison.
Swoosh! Swoosh! Swoosh!
In mere moments, seven or eight powerful strikes, accompanied by dazzling beams of light, slashed toward Mo Yu.
Mo Yu smirked. With a heavy stomp, a thunderous boom echoed, and his body quivered slightly.
Crackle! Crackle!
Blinding arcs of lightning erupted from his body like a storm gone mad. From afar, Mo Yu appeared to be a thunderstorm given human form.
With the enhancement of the True Origin Devouring Thunder, Mo Yu's speed was astonishing. His figure blurred as afterimages filled the air, effortlessly dodging the Tang Clan experts' coordinated assault.
Having evaded the initial onslaught, Mo Yu's smile widened. In a flash, he launched his counterattack.
Charging toward Tang Hao and the others like a bolt of lightning, he drew excited expressions from the Tang Clan experts.
"He's given up his speed advantage to fight head-on? Arrogant fool!"
However, just as they were about to close their trap, Mo Yu's lips curled into a sly grin. Suddenly, a spatial ripple spread out from his body.
Accompanied by this ripple, Mo Yu vanished from sight.
"Spatial power!"
Lan Yuan's face darkened in shock. As someone nearly at the Dou Zong level, he recognized the sensation immediately.
Tang Hao's expression also shifted drastically. Before he could react, Mo Yu reappeared to his right, targeting a fire-attributed Tang Clan expert, an eight-star Dou Huang.
This expert, second only to the clan head, panicked upon seeing Mo Yu's murderous aura and instinctively turned to flee.
"Die!"
With a cold laugh, Mo Yu gathered immense thunder energy into his palm, striking down like divine lightning from the heavens.
The resulting burst of light eclipsed even the midday sun.
Boom!
Under the astonished gazes of the crowd, Mo Yu's thunderous punch obliterated the Tang Clan expert, whose fame in the Xi Huang City had been second to none.
In the intense battle unfolding, Tang Hao's voice thundered with rage, piercing through the chaos. "You bastard child, how dare you!"
Mo Yu sneered coldly, his disdain evident. "This is just the beginning!" In a flash, he reappeared before another Tang Clan expert. Gathering the power of lightning in his fist, he struck the target mercilessly, leaving them to their fate as he moved on to the next victim.
Empowered by the Flash Void Breaking Thunder and the True Origin Devouring Thunder, Mo Yu was like a god of slaughter on the battlefield. Each time he appeared, a Tang Clan expert met their end, unable to resist his overwhelming strength. Whether they tried to flee or fight back, it was futile. The vast Tian Yuan Square became a blood-soaked field of carnage.
The spectators watched in horror, collectively gasping at the sight. The once-prominent Tang Clan experts, influential figures in Xi Huang City, were now butchered like livestock. The gruesome spectacle sent chills down their spines.
A single thought rose in everyone's mind: after today, the Central Plains' Western Region would echo with the name of a rising genius—Mo Yu!
Amid the slaughter, Mo Yu turned his gaze toward a struggling figure trying to stand. It was Tang Hao. His clothes were tattered, but the faint glow of an inner armor beneath his robes hinted at a rare protective artifact that had saved his life.
Through his disheveled hair, Tang Hao's bloodshot eyes burned with venomous hatred. He had watched helplessly as Mo Yu butchered the Tang Clan experts, one after another, with brutal efficiency. The devastating blows left little hope for survivors. This loss was a heavy blow to the Tang Clan.
"Mo Yu, you dare kill members of the Tang Clan? The Tang Clan will hunt you to the ends of the earth!" Tang Hao's trembling finger pointed at Mo Yu as he spat his words filled with malice.
"Hasn't it already come to that?" Mo Yu's chilling smile deepened as he prepared to finish Tang Hao. But just then, a low, resounding noise echoed across Tian Yuan Square.
Looking up, Mo Yu's smirk widened. In the sky above, an icy figure, Qing Zhi, wielded two spears of ice, surrounded by sparkling crystalline shards. Opposite him, Elder Hei Jian was forced back, a streak of blood trailing from his lips.
Qing Zhi's attacks relied not on sophisticated techniques but on the sheer power of his body, enhanced by the frigid force of Frost Spirit Silver Thunder. The combination was as devastating as any advanced Dou Technique.
Despite his impressive strength and a seven-grade sword, Elder Hei Jian found himself overpowered, his assaults growing weaker under Qing Zhi's relentless offense. Defeat seemed inevitable.
"These Tang Clan weaklings!" Elder Hei Jian cursed, his expression dark. The ice-wielding powerhouse before him exerted immense pressure. If not for Mo Yu's lightning-based techniques, he might have mistaken Qing Zhi for someone from the Ice River Valley.
His gaze flickered to Mo Yu, frustration boiling in his heart. If he failed to bring this boy back to the Ten Thousand Sword Pavilion, the leader and the Master Zhu Jian would punish him severely.
"Bring out Tang Chen, now!" Elder Hei Jian roared at Tang Hao. "Does the Tang Clan intend to let this boy annihilate you all?"
Tang Hao hesitated for a moment before his gaze locked on Mo Yu, venomous as ever. "You wretch! You won't leave here alive!" He retrieved a blood-red jade token from his storage ring and crushed it.
The token shattered with a resounding crack. Before anyone could react, a sinister figure appeared before Tang Hao. Shocked, Tang Hao stumbled back.
"Boom!"
"You dare harm the Tang Clan? No matter who you are, I will tear you to pieces and scatter your ashes!" A voice filled with murderous intent roared through the air like thunder, silencing the entire Xi Huang City. Fearful gazes turned toward the source of the voice.
The roar echoed across Tian Yuan Square, drawing a collective gasp. Eyes fixated on the Tang Clan's side.
"Even Tang Chen has been summoned! I didn't expect him to appear!" whispered someone in the crowd.
"Mo Yu is in real trouble now. Tang Chen is reportedly a five-star Dou Zong, a powerhouse far above Dou Huang level."
As the murmurs spread, Mo Yu turned his attention back to Tang Hao, who was now in his grasp. But a sharp sound broke through the air, and a blurry figure shot toward Tian Yuan Square with overwhelming speed. The oppressive killing intent emanating from the figure was palpable even from afar.
"Let go of Tang Hao, boy, or die!" The furious voice boomed before the figure even arrived.
Mo Yu chuckled coldly, a mocking smile curling his lips. "An old dog barking commands? Scram, or die!" he retorted, his voice dripping with disdain.
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