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Mo Yu's words silenced the crowd in the plaza. Although his earlier display of strength was astonishing, to speak to Elder Hei Jian of the Ten Thousand Sword Pavilion in such a manner seemed far beyond his current qualifications.
The Tang Clan members sneered coldly. To them, Mo Yu's blatant defiance of Elder Hei Jian was tantamount to digging his own grave.
Lan Yuan let out a bitter sigh, perplexed as to why the usually calm Mo Yu would utter such reckless words.
After all, the Ten Thousand Sword Pavilion was a premier force in Central Plains, possessing immense power. Among its ranks were four Sword-Guarding Elders, all at the peak of the Eight-Star Dou Zong level, second only to the Pavilion Master.
Elder Hei Jian, one of these four Sword-Guarding Elders, wielded the Black Dragon Howling Sky Sword, a peak seventh-grade weapon. His strength as an Eight-Star Dou Zong made him a legendary powerhouse even in the vast Central Plains.
While Mo Yu's combat prowess was exceptional for his level, standing against such a renowned Eight-Star Dou Zong expert was an entirely different matter.
Lan Bingbing's face turned pale as she tightly clenched her hands, biting her lips. This situation was the last thing she had wanted.
In her mind, if she hadn't invited Mo Yu, he wouldn't have gotten involved in the conflict between the Tang and Lan families, nor would he have harmed Sun Wuji, provoking the Ten Thousand Sword Pavilion's wrath.
As guilt overwhelmed her, a pair of warm hands gently grasped her trembling ones. Turning her head, she found it was Lan Yinying.
"Elder Sister..." Lan Bingbing's bright eyes brimmed with mist.
"Don't worry," Lan Yinying said, stroking her sister's soft hair. "Junior Brother Mo Yu isn't a reckless person. If he dares to speak like that, he might have a plan."
Her reassurance sounded feeble even to herself. After all, Elder Hei Jian's strength was near that of a Dou Zun, while Mo Yu, despite his dominance in the Black-Corner Region, was still only a Dou Huang—and this was the Central Plains.
"Haha!"
As the crowd wrestled with their thoughts, Elder Hei Jian, after an initial shock, laughed furiously. For the first time, a junior had openly declared him unqualified!
"Truly, the younger generation surpasses the old. Each one is more arrogant than the last! Very well, let this old man see why I am 'unqualified'!"
His laughter was filled with rage, making it evident that Mo Yu's words had genuinely angered him.
Hearing the fury within his laughter, Lan Yuan and the others felt their hearts sink.
However, Mo Yu, the one at the center of it all, remained unmoved. His eerie silver eyes locked onto Elder Hei Jian, a faint chill glinting within them.
Though Mo Yu had no desire to provoke the Ten Thousand Sword Pavilion, that did not mean he would allow them to trample over him.
Going to the Ten Thousand Sword Pavilion's territory, where they could unleash their full might, was a death trap he would never willingly step into.
Despite Elder Hei Jian's Eight-Star Dou Zong strength, Mo Yu felt no fear. With his many trump cards, escaping from this elder—or even defeating him—was not outside the realm of possibility.
As Elder Hei Jian met Mo Yu's icy gaze, his face darkened. His skeletal hand curled, emitting threads of chilling black light that shimmered like sword auras at his fingertips.
"This old man refuses to believe you can escape my grasp today!"
Killing intent flashed in his eyes as Elder Hei Jian stepped forward, his figure vanishing in an instant.
Seeing his disappearance, Lan Yuan and the others tensed. The elder had made his move!
Lan Bingbing's face turned even paler. Just as she shook off Lan Yinying's hand and dashed toward Mo Yu, Elder Hei Jian reappeared in front of her.
"Bingbing!" Lan Yuan shouted in panic.
"Seeking death!"
Elder Hei Jian's cold snort accompanied the wave of his sleeve, sending a powerful force hurtling toward Lan Bingbing. Its immense strength made her feel an insurmountable chill.
In that critical moment, a surge of suction from behind pulled her back. Before she knew it, she was in Mo Yu's arms as he swiftly retreated.
"Hmph!" Elder Hei Jian snorted upon seeing Mo Yu act. Sword energy radiated from beneath his feet as his figure flickered.
Mo Yu's body shifted mid-retreat, and without hesitation, he launched a gentle palm strike to send the soft figure in his arms toward Lan Yuan's group.
Just as he safely delivered Lan Bingbing, Mo Yu's pupils contracted. A ghostly figure appeared above him, a claw-like hand wreathed in black light tearing through space as it aimed for his head.
The ruthless attack made Lan Yuan and the others pale, while Lan Bingbing, caught by Lan Yinying, turned deathly white. Her body trembled uncontrollably.
Amid the horrified gazes, the black claw descended. Just as many turned away, unwilling to witness the bloody outcome, an icy blue light erupted in front of Mo Yu.
Within the dazzling glow, a blurry figure emerged.
"Boom!"
The icy brilliance flared, and a white arm pierced through it, colliding with the black claw.
A deafening sound echoed as an overwhelming shockwave spread from the collision, cracking the ground like a spiderweb.
"Bang!"
The clash only lasted an instant before Elder Hei Jian was forced back several steps. It was only after retreating more than ten paces that he managed to stabilize himself.
The unexpected scene stunned everyone present. For Elder Hei Jian, a renowned Eight-Star Dou Zong, to be pushed back in a direct clash was unthinkable.
As he steadied himself, Elder Hei Jian's expression grew grim. He stared at the fading icy light, his voice heavy.
"Who are you? This is a matter of the Ten Thousand Sword Pavilion. Do not interfere!"
As his gaze locked on the icy figure, the glow dissipated, revealing a slender, humanoid form.
Its skin shimmered like ice, its eyes beast-like and blood-red, with faint hints of golden light flickering within.
"Do not harm my master!"
The chilling figure glared at Elder Hei Jian, its raspy, murderous voice sending shivers down the spines of the onlookers.
"A servant of Mo Yu? How could he possess such a powerful subordinate?"
Elder Hei Jian was stunned, disbelief flashing in his eyes. What astonished him most was that this icy figure's aura surpassed even his own!
"I've said it before—if you want to capture me, you're far from qualified."
A cold and sharp voice echoed from behind the ice-clad figure, and Mo Yu stepped out with an indifferent expression, his gaze chilling as it fixed on Elder Hei Jian.
Elder Hei Jian's face twitched slightly as he sneered, "I didn't expect you to have a peak Dou Zong as a servant. Truly, I underestimated you."
This revelation caused both the Lan and Tang clans to freeze in shock. A peak Dou Zong servant? How was that even possible?
"Qing Zhi, kill him."
Mo Yu's expression remained cold as he pointed at Elder Hei Jian, his voice steady and commanding.
"Yes, Master!"
As Mo Yu's words fell, Qing Zhi stomped the ground, his figure vanishing in a blur before charging toward Elder Hei Jian.
At the same time, an intense, bone-chilling frost surged across the ground, heading straight for Elder Hei Jian's feet. The cold was so severe that even a Dou Zong expert would feel a shiver run through their body.
Elder Hei Jian's heart sank slightly. Their brief earlier exchange had already revealed that this mysterious figure was stronger than him. Even more concerning, Mo Yu commanded a peak Dou Zong servant.
Who exactly was this young man? Could he be a scion of one of the mysterious clans from the Central Plains?
"Mo Yu, no matter your background, you cannot trample on the dignity of the Ten Thousand Sword Pavilion. Come with me to the main pavilion and apologize, and perhaps the Master Zhu Jian will spare your life!"
Sword light gleamed as Elder Hei Jian dodged Qing Zhi's onslaught, his voice laced with urgency.
"Hmph, unnecessary. The likes of the Ten Thousand Sword Pavilion wanting my apology? Keep dreaming." Mo Yu's sneer was laced with disdain.
Elder Hei Jian's face darkened further at Mo Yu's repeated provocations. Despite his reluctance to provoke whatever force stood behind Mo Yu, his expression turned grim.
"Tang Hao, I will hold this man off. You capture that boy! As long as we seize him, I will bear the Master Zhu Jian's wrath on your behalf!"
Elder Hei Jian turned toward Tang Hao, his tone sharp and commanding.
Tang Hao hesitated at first, a flicker of doubt crossing his face.
Had Qing Zhi not revealed his strength earlier, Tang Hao would have sided with the Ten Thousand Sword Pavilion without question. But Mo Yu having a peak Dou Zong servant hinted at a powerful backer—perhaps one that rivaled the Ten Thousand Sword Pavilion itself.
After deliberating, Tang Hao took a deep breath and nodded solemnly. "Elder Hei Jian, rest assured. I will personally capture him!"
Despite his reservations, Tang Hao ultimately chose to take action against Mo Yu. The Ten Thousand Sword Pavilion was, after all, the dominant power in this region. Besides, capturing Mo Yu would merely hand him over to Elder Hei Jian; dealing with the consequences would be the pavilion's problem.
"Good. Let it be known that anyone who dares to oppose you will be considered an enemy of the Ten Thousand Sword Pavilion. There will be no peace until they are eradicated!" Elder Hei Jian's declaration echoed through the air, causing Lan Yuan, who had been about to step forward, to stiffen with a grim expression.
"Understood, Elder Hei Jian!" Tang Hao nodded, his gaze chilling as it fell upon Mo Yu. Despite Mo Yu's apparent background, Tang Hao was not one to let go of a grudge—especially when the young man had nearly crippled his son earlier.
"Men of the Tang Clan, surround this boy at once!"
Tang Hao's command caused an uproar. His shamelessness was now on full display—relying not only on overwhelming strength but also on numbers to deal with a single youth. The Tang Clan's reputation was thoroughly tarnished that day.
Even the Tang Clan experts hesitated briefly, but under Tang Hao's glare, they gritted their teeth and moved to encircle Mo Yu.
"Father, Mo Yu has helped our Lan Clan. We can't just stand by and do nothing!" Lan Bingbing pleaded, turning to Lan Yuan.
"You reckless girl! If you step in, you'll only drag Mo Yu down and become a burden. How would that help him?" Lan Yuan reprimanded, his brows furrowed in frustration.
"Besides, Mo Yu isn't as simple as he seems…" he muttered gravely, his gaze fixed on the battle between Qing Zhi and Elder Hei Jian, where the former held his ground even against the latter's Black Dragon Howling Sky Sword.
As their conversation unfolded, the Tang Clan's forces, led by Tang Hao, closed in on Mo Yu in a circular formation.
"Mo Yu, surrender at once. If you willingly come to the Ten Thousand Sword Pavilion to face judgment, my Tang Clan will plead on your behalf. Otherwise, you'll face relentless pursuit by the pavilion and the Master Zhu Jian!"
Tang Hao's words carried the oppressive pressure of a half-step Dou Zong, his voice cold and commanding.
"Heh, the little Tang Clan dares act so arrogant? Even the Ten Thousand Sword Pavilion is nothing to me. And you? You're just trash."
A cold smile curved Mo Yu's lips as his body crackled with energy.
White lightning surged from within his body, as though snakes of silver were writhing out from his very bones. The energy in the surrounding air was devoured in an instant.
As the lightning absorbed the ambient energy, it wove into a dense net of crackling light that enshrouded Mo Yu. Within this lightning cage, his aura began to skyrocket.
"True Origin Devouring Thunder!"
With a resounding stomp, countless silver snakes erupted from beneath Mo Yu's feet, spreading rapidly across the ground and filling the air within dozens of meters. Bathed in the surging lightning, Mo Yu resembled a god of thunder, his terrifying presence unmatched.
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