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Boom!
A thunderous explosion echoed through the sky as surging, violent lightning roared outward like a tidal wave, sweeping across the heavens in an instant.
The sea of lightning churned and spread, the wild currents resembling countless silver serpents that swiftly flooded the entire Wan Bing City, drawing countless gazes skyward.
The eyes of everyone in the city were glued to the overwhelming sea of lightning, their expressions filled with shock and awe.
In less than five minutes, Mo Yu had executed a flawless counterattack, completely overturning the losing situation on the battlefield!
With the power of a two-star Dou Zong, he had utterly defeated Qing Jian, who possessed the strength of a nine-star Dou Zong. Such a feat was nothing short of unbelievable to the crowd.
Among Dou Zong experts, the gap between each star was vast, making it almost impossible for anyone to cross levels and emerge victorious. Yet, the scene unfolding before their eyes sent shivers down their spines—this man was simply monstrous.
Hei Jian and the others quickly retreated under the spreading sea of lightning, their expressions changing drastically as they gazed at the heart of the thunderstorm.
The terrifying combat strength Mo Yu had suddenly unleashed left even Hei Jian shaken to his core. The sequence of advanced Dou Techniques earlier had been unimaginably destructive.
"Damn it! How did this little bastard's killing moves suddenly become so strong?!" Hei Jian muttered, his face pale with a mix of shock and fear.
Back in Xi Huang City, he had experienced Mo Yu's Black Gold Thunder Orb, which had already posed a considerable threat. But compared to now, that was child's play!
The thought of Mo Yu's rapid growth filled Hei Jian's eyes with murderous intent. Such a young man, with talent and strength that defied common sense—if allowed to grow, he would undoubtedly become a major threat to Ten Thousand Sword Pavilion. Mo Yu had to die!
However, just as Hei Jian's killing intent surged, a fierce, chilling wind suddenly rushed toward him. Qing Zhi's golden beastly eyes glinted coldly as a wave of icy power erupted from within her. In an instant, a massive, ten-meter-long ice spear formed and hurtled toward Hei Jian.
"Damn it!"
Seeing Qing Zhi attack, Hei Jian's face darkened. He quickly swung his Black Dragon Howling Sky Sword to defend himself, no longer daring to divert his attention to Mo Yu's battlefield.
Meanwhile, in the audience stands below, the spectators watching the intense battle in the sky couldn't help but gasp in amazement.
Among them, Lan Yinying's beautiful eyes were filled with disbelief. She could never have imagined that, in just half a year, Mo Yu had grown so terrifyingly strong.
"Mo Yu… Mo Yu… I wonder how my love-struck little sister will react when news of this reaches our clan…" Lan Yinying sighed, her delicate hand massaging her temple as she muttered softly.
Mo Yu's brilliance was undeniable, but the brighter he shone, the greater the distance between him and her sister, Lan Bingbing. Facing someone like Mo Yu, her sister could only fall deeper into unrequited longing.
As Lan Yinying lamented, the sea of lightning in the sky gradually dissipated under countless watchful eyes, finally revealing the scene within.
The first figure to appear was a silver-eyed young man with pristine robes, standing tall and unscathed despite the earlier earth-shattering explosion. His aura remained as vast and imposing as ever, leaving the crowd astonished.
Not far from him floated a figure clad in green—Qing Jian, who had taken the full brunt of the Thunder Orb's impact.
At this moment, Qing Jian's once-dominant sword aura had completely vanished. Without it masking him, his severely injured and near-death state was exposed to all, eliciting gasps of shock from the onlookers.
"Elder Qing Jian has truly been defeated!"
"Where on earth did this Mo Yu come from? At such a young age, he's already capable of defeating the head of Ten Thousand Sword Pavilion's Four Sword Guardians. This is terrifying!"
"It won't be long before Mo Yu's name shakes the entire continent. Champion of the Refining Convention, an eighth-grade weapon refiner, and now, the man who defeated Elder Qing Jian. Among the younger generation, he's practically invincible!"
Hearing the murmurs below, Qing Jian's pale face flushed with shame before he coughed up another mouthful of blood.
The earlier explosion of the Black Gold Thunder Orb had destroyed his strongest defense and left him with severe injuries. The orb's peculiar spatial-binding effect had left him with no escape, forcing him to endure the attack head-on.
Staring at Mo Yu, Qing Jian's eyes were filled with unwillingness. Yet, he couldn't suppress the fear in his heart over Mo Yu's terrifying combat strength.
He couldn't forget the first time he'd encountered Mo Yu. Back then, the latter had merely been a Dou Huang, fleeing in panic before Qing Jian could even make a move.
Even after Mo Yu defeated Ma Chao of the Golden War Horse Clan, barely stepping into the Dou Zong realm, Qing Jian had dismissed him as a trivial ant.
But now, that very same "ant" had utterly crushed him. If not for the desperate eruption of the Azure Jade White Tiger Sword's sword aura, he would've died under the Thunder Orb's assault.
"Just what kind of monster is this kid? Such talent is terrifying!" Qing Jian gritted his teeth, realizing Ten Thousand Sword Pavilion had gravely underestimated Mo Yu.
The thought of Mo Yu's connections and the Dou Zun expert backing him only deepened Qing Jian's regret. In less than a year, this young man had grown to a level that even Qing Jian found unfathomable.
As this realization struck, Qing Jian's heart tightened. Sensing danger, he abruptly retreated into the void!
However, just as his figure moved, a shadow appeared where he had stood. A lightning-covered fist struck out, rippling the space around it.
"Qing Jian, your life is mine."
Though his first strike missed, Mo Yu smirked coldly. In a flicker, his figure vanished.
Qing Jian's heart pounded with unease as a sinister black thunder surged from Mo Yu's palm, wrapping around him in the blink of an eye.
"Arghhh!"
The moment the Black Lotus Soul Thunder touched Qing Jian, he let out a blood-curdling scream.
The thunder's soul-devouring effect was a torturous punishment for the now-defenseless Qing Jian.
His cries echoed across the skies of Wan Bing City, leaving countless spectators swallowing hard in fear.
Unmoved by Qing Jian's screams, Mo Yu coldly watched as his opponent grew weaker within the thunder's grasp.
The Black Gold Thunder Orb, now fused with the Flash Void Breaking Thunder, was far more potent than before, capable of easily overwhelming even a peak Dou Zong.
After defeating Qing Jian, Mo Yu had no intention of sparing him.
With their enmity beyond reconciliation, Mo Yu would show no mercy. Killing Qing Jian, the head of Ten Thousand Sword Pavilion's Four Sword-Guarding Elders, would not only serve as a harsh warning but also provide his Black Lotus Soul Thunder with a feast of powerful soul energy.
As Qing Jian's soul was completely devoured, Mo Yu flicked his fingers, absorbing the black thunder back into his body.
Feeling the significant growth of his Black Lotus Soul Thunder, a faint smile tugged at Mo Yu's lips.
Qing Jian, a peak Dou Zong, just a step away from Dou Zun, had indeed possessed extraordinary soul power. Devouring him alone had pushed the Black Lotus Soul Thunder into its second growth stage.
The Black Lotus Soul Thunder, ranked among the top three on the Thunder Soul Ranking, required a significantly greater amount of energy compared to other Thunder Souls.
Although Mo Yu had previously devoured the soul bodies of many powerful experts, it was nothing more than a drop in the ocean for the Black Lotus Soul Thunder.
Unexpectedly, after devouring the soul body of a peak Dou Zong, the Black Lotus Soul Thunder entered its growth phase—a surprising and rewarding development.
As the soul power was entirely absorbed, Qing Jian's aura rapidly declined and finally vanished altogether. His body became lifeless, like a husk devoid of vitality.
A peak Dou Zong's corpse was highly valuable. After slaying Qing Jian, Mo Yu, adhering to his principle of wasting nothing, waved his beast ring and stashed the trophy inside without hesitation.
On the ground below, the crowd was dumbfounded, their eyes wide with disbelief at the scene.
Qing Jian, a renowned elder of the Western Region, was the head of the Four Sword-Guarding Elders of the Ten Thousand Sword Pavilion and second only to Jian Zun Zhe in the pavilion's hierarchy.
His demise marked a monumental event.
The fact that all of this was caused by a youth barely in his twenties was bound to send shockwaves through the entire region once the news spread.
Meanwhile, the members of the Ten Thousand Sword Pavilion were equally stunned and horrified by Qing Jian's fall.
What was supposed to be an uneventful capture mission had turned into a catastrophic disaster. Not only had they failed to capture Mo Yu, but they had also lost the esteemed Elder Qing Jian.
Led by Mang Dian, the Black Thunder Banner squad stood in awe of the silver-eyed youth hovering above. To kill a peak Dou Zong with the strength of merely a two-star Dou Zong was nothing short of monstrous.
Even Mang Dian himself admitted that if he were to face Qing Jian, who wielded a peak seventh-grade weapon, the battle would likely drag into a stalemate rather than end with such a decisive victory.
Thus, Mo Yu's formidable techniques and relentless thunderous assaults left Mang Dian deeply shaken.
Had Mang Dian not grown up in the Lei Clan and known every notable figure within the clan, he would have suspected that Mo Yu was some prodigy secretly groomed by the clan's upper echelons, rather than a banished branch member of the Mo Clan.
Mo Yu's overwhelming display of strength began to earn him the admiration of the Black Thunder Banner squad.
As one of the most battle-hungry ancient clans, the Lei Clan had always revered strength. If, in the past, the squad had doubted Mo Yu's qualifications as a captain, now, despite his strength falling short of the Black Demon Army's standards, they recognized his abilities.
Some even believed that Mo Yu's talent ranked among the very best in the Lei Clan. To follow such a captain was nothing short of a blessing.
"Damn it! How can this brat be so strong? Even Qing Jian..."
On the other side, Jian Zun Zhe's expression turned ashen as he stared at Qing Jian's lifeless body, now stashed away by Mo Yu. His eyes burned with fury.
As an elder of the Ten Thousand Sword Pavilion, Qing Jian had been second only to Jian Zun Zhe himself, serving as a vital aide. His sudden death left Jian Zun Zhe devastated and enraged.
"Tie Jian Zun Zhe, this brat killed an elder of my pavilion. Are you still going to protect him?" Jian Zun Zhe bellowed, his bloodshot eyes fixed on the stoic elder standing in his way.
"I told you, if you want to deal with Mo Yu, you'll have to defeat me first." Tie Jian Zun Zhe's gaze briefly flickered with surprise at Mo Yu's feat, but his tone remained as unyielding as ever.
"Damn it!"
Jian Zun Zhe seethed with rage but was helpless. Tie Jian Zun Zhe was a seasoned Dou Zun, and even he could not guarantee victory against him.
Meanwhile, Mo Yu, that monstrous youth, could wreak havoc on the Ten Thousand Sword Pavilion in the time it would take to resolve the battle.
Suppressing his fury, Jian Zun Zhe turned to Mo Yu, his gaze as intense as a volcano about to erupt.
"Kid, you've killed an elder of my pavilion. One day, you will pay the price!"
With those words, Jian Zun Zhe slashed apart the encirclement formed by Mang Dian's squad and Qing Zhi's attacks, then addressed his retreating forces.
"Retreat!"
With his command, Jian Zun Zhe cast one final, cold glance at Mo Yu before flying off into the distance.
Protected by Tie Jian Zun Zhe, it was impossible to capture Mo Yu today. Rather than continue in vain, retreat was the only option.
However, Jian Zun Zhe swore that the next time Mo Yu revealed a weakness, he would ensure the youth suffered a crushing defeat.
The remaining members of the Ten Thousand Sword Pavilion exchanged uneasy glances, casting fearful looks at Mo Yu before retreating in Jian Zun Zhe's wake.
They all understood that this mission had been a disastrous failure.
Not only had they failed to capture Mo Yu, but they had also lost one of their esteemed elders. This failure would undoubtedly make the Ten Thousand Sword Pavilion a laughingstock across the Central Plains.
Even so, no one dared challenge Jian Zun Zhe's decision.
After all, if even Elder Qing Jian had fallen to Mo Yu, who could be next?
Watching the retreating Ten Thousand Sword Pavilion forces, Mo Yu's silver eyes narrowed slightly but did not pursue.
It wasn't out of mercy but rather due to his current limitations.
Tie Jian Zun Zhe had already done him a great favor by holding back Jian Zun Zhe. Asking him to help chase down the fleeing forces would be unreasonable.
Still, as he watched them disappear, Mo Yu let out a cold, resounding laugh.
"Run while you can. Next time, I'll pay your Ten Thousand Sword Pavilion a visit myself!"
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