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Mo Yu's sharp and unyielding words directed at Tang Chen left the crowd in the plaza stunned.
Though his earlier performance had been astounding—single-handedly defeating the Tang Clan's strongest members, including Tang Hao, leaving everyone in awe—Tang Chen was no ordinary opponent.
This man was the Tang Clan's strongest, a legend in his own right. Decades ago, Tang Chen had already earned his reputation as a formidable figure in Xi Huang City. Though he had been silent for nearly twenty years, his name still inspired fear across the region.
"Tang Chen, your family members have all fallen at this brat's hands! Capture him immediately!"
From the skies above, the elder wielding the Black Dragon Sword lit up with joy upon seeing Tang Chen. Without hesitation, he shouted his plea.
"Ice Age!"
Before his words could fully echo, a streak of icy light shattered the elder's sword aura.
With a cold voice like the frost of winter, Qing Zhi's attack landed as an enormous ice pillar, dozens of feet high, smashed into the Black Dragon Howling Sky Sword. Under the terrifying force, the elder groaned as blood trickled from the corner of his mouth.
"Elder Hei Jian?!"
A voice exclaimed in alarm as a figure in a yellow robe approached. The red-faced elder frowned, glancing at the entangled battle between Qing Zhi and Elder Hei Jian. A glimmer of seriousness flashed in his eyes. Even with his keen observation, it was clear that Elder Hei Jian was steadily being overpowered by the mysterious ice attribute expert.
"Stop observing! That person is the brat's bodyguard. Focus on capturing him! Hurry before he escapes! Otherwise, your Tang Clan's deaths will have been in vain!"
While Tang Chen was still reeling from Qing Zhi's overwhelming presence, Elder Hei Jian roared with anger.
Hearing this, Tang Chen's expression faltered, then turned to one of shock.
Elder Hei Jian, one of the Four Great Guardian Elders of the Ten Thousand Sword Pavilion, wielded the Black Dragon Howling Sky Sword, a peak seventh-tier weapon. Together, they rivaled even peak Dou Zong experts.
Even in the vast regions of Central Plains, Elder Hei Jian stood just beneath the Four Pavilion Masters in strength.
Yet now, this famed figure was being suppressed by a mysterious ice attribute expert—and that expert was merely a bodyguard?
Tang Chen's sinister gaze shifted toward Mo Yu, floating in the sky. After a pause, his expression changed, softening as he said:
"Young man, release Tang Hao. For this matter, I can let bygones be bygones."
The unexpected compromise left the crowd momentarily stunned before realization dawned, and understanding looks were exchanged.
Mo Yu, at his young age, displayed incredible talent and strength. Moreover, he was accompanied by a peak Dou Zong bodyguard, hinting at a significant background.
The Tang Clan was not like the Ten Thousand Sword Pavilion. Provoking the power behind Mo Yu could invite catastrophic trouble.
Mo Yu's face remained indifferent. His gaze shifted to Elder Hei Jian, who was gradually faltering under Qing Zhi's relentless attacks. From the looks of it, the elder might be gravely injured or even killed with just a little more time.
Having gauged the situation, Mo Yu smiled coldly at Tang Chen.
"The Tang Clan first threatened me and later launched a group assault. Do you think a mere promise to let things slide can resolve this?"
Hearing this, Tang Chen's brows furrowed deeply. In his eyes, the Tang Clan had already paid a steep price, losing so many powerful members.
Yet Mo Yu refused to let go of his grudge. Was his leniency seen as weakness?
As Tang Chen pondered, Mo Yu's lips curled into a cruel smile. With a hand crackling with terrifying lightning, he struck directly at Tang Hao's head.
"Boom!"
A miserable wail rang out. Tang Hao, the Tang Clan patriarch who had dominated Xi Huang City for over a decade, had his head smashed like a watermelon, splattering into a bloody pulp.
"Tang Hao is dead!"
The crowd froze in shock, their gazes locked on Tang Hao's lifeless body.
Just days ago, the Tang Clan patriarch had been dreaming of dominating Xi Huang City. Now, he was reduced to a shattered corpse.
Even Lan Yuan, who had never been on good terms with Tang Hao, felt a chill rise in his heart.
His gaze moved to Mo Yu, whose figure bathed in blood appeared like a fusion of death and thunder gods. Lan Yuan narrowed his eyes.
"What ruthless methods…" he muttered.
Mo Yu's earlier dominance over the Tang Clan elders had already revealed his exceptional talent and strength. Qing Zhi's sudden appearance and subservience further highlighted Mo Yu's mysterious and powerful background.
Now, Mo Yu's decisive killing of Tang Hao demonstrated his terrifying resolve and merciless nature.
Compared to his other qualities, his unwavering ruthlessness was the most unnerving.
"Thankfully, I didn't abandon Mo Yu earlier. Otherwise…" Lan Yuan exhaled in relief, recalling the Tang Clan and Ten Thousand Sword Pavilion's earlier joint assault.
"You damned brat! No matter who your backers are, for slaughtering my Tang Clan, I will never let you leave here alive!"
Tang Chen's eyes burned with boundless fury as he roared, his anger seemingly capable of consuming the entire plaza.
"I said it before: the Tang Clan is unworthy."
Mo Yu's tone was calm, as if he had merely crushed an insect.
"You brat! I swear on my Tang Clan's ancestors, I will grind your bones to dust and make you beg for life and death!"
Tang Chen's voice was venomous, echoing across the plaza like a curse.
Mo Yu remained indifferent. He had heard similar threats countless times, none of which had ever come to fruition.
As Tang Chen finished speaking, his figure blurred, transforming into a streak of light as he charged at Mo Yu with murderous intent. The sheer malice in his aura sent chills down the spines of onlookers.
Mo Yu's expression didn't waver. A sinister smile tugged at his lips as his hands began to weave intricate seals, gathering his Dou Qi and thunder energy.
Tang Chen, despite his rage, retained the caution of a seasoned warrior. Sensing the danger in Mo Yu's actions, his blood-red Dou Qi surged, forming a massive crimson hammer.
The hammer, inscribed with intricate patterns, exuded an aura of carnage, as if forged from slaughter itself.
"Die, you brat! Shura Blood Hammer!"
Tang Chen's eyes were filled with murderous intent as he swung the hammer.
Mo Yu's gaze turned serious. The white lightning around him greedily devoured the surrounding energy, amplifying his power.
In mere moments, his strength surged from the nine-star Dou Huang level to a state nearing Dou Zong, just one step shy of truly rivaling a Dou Zong expert.
"What kind of secret technique is this?!" Elder Hei Jian exclaimed, his face pale as he clashed with Qing Zhi.
Techniques that temporarily boosted strength were not uncommon in Central Plains, from Burning Flame Valley's Skyfire Three Mysterious Change to Wind Lightning Pavilion's Thunder God Descent. Even Ten Thousand Sword Pavilion had its own methods.
Yet none could compare to the seemingly limitless and consequence-free power Mo Yu displayed.
"This boy's methods are endless. His background must be extraordinary. We'll need reinforcements…"
With that thought, Elder Hei Jian grimaced. During a brief reprieve in his battle with Qing Zhi, he retrieved a black sword-shaped token and crushed it decisively.
After completing all this, Elder Hei Jian coldly glanced at Mo Yu, and a cold smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.
At this moment, with his strength growing to the Half-Step Douzong level, Mo Yu's hand seals became faster and faster. Soon, a thunderous energy handprint, about the size of a palm, quietly appeared in his hand. The energy contained within it caused the expressions of the spectators in the square to change slightly.
"Thunder Emperor Codex: Breaking Thunder Seal!"
With an angry roar in his heart, Mo Yu's handprint shot out like lightning, aiming directly at the blood-colored hammer thrown by Tang Chen.
Not only that, but Mo Yu's silver eyes suddenly began to surge like thunder patterns.
In the next moment, the originally clear sky became shrouded in dark clouds. One after another, inky black thunderclouds started to gather, covering the sky.
Within those thunderclouds, terrifying streaks of lightning roared faintly. Countless bolts of thunder, resembling silver snakes, surged like fish swimming in the sea.
Witnessing this apocalyptic scene, countless people in the square were filled with astonishment. However, their shock quickly turned into disbelief as they realized that the terrifying thunderclouds were tightly orbiting around Mo Yu.
"Are those thunder bolts summoned by Brother Mo Yu?" Lan Bingbing asked in surprise, her beautiful eyes gazing at the scene.
"It's those silver eyes. I witnessed their power back in the Mu Lan Empire, but I never imagined they could become this strong now..."
Lan Yingying seemed to recall something, her red lips trembling as she murmured in shock.
"Silver eyes physique... I haven't heard of any family in Central Plains possessing such a powerful bloodline," Lan Yuan muttered thoughtfully.
Lan Yuan's shock gradually faded, and as he listened to the Lan sisters' conversation, he focused on the mysterious and terrifying silver eyes of the young man in the field, furrowing his brows as he pondered.
To him, Mo Yu was definitely not a simple young man from the Northwest Continent. He had to have a profound background, and those silver eyes were likely tied to a powerful force.
However, no matter how hard he racked his brain, he couldn't recall any faction or clan known for having silver thunder eyes.
While Lan Yuan was lost in thought, Mo Yu, having summoned countless bolts of thunder, sneered coldly. His silver eyes locked onto Tang Chen as he shouted, "Divine Thunder World-Destroying Eyes!"
With his words, the gathered thunderclouds finally unleashed their terrifying destructive power.
From the massive thunderclouds, dazzling bolts of lightning poured down like an overwhelming storm. Midway through their descent, they abruptly shifted direction, all targeting Tang Chen in mid-air!
"Clang!"
The torrential thunder bolts, each containing devastating force, rained down on Tang Chen like a storm. A crisp crackling sound echoed through the world as the lightning struck his body.
Simultaneously, the collision between the Breaking Thunder Seal and the Shura Blood Hammer caused shockwaves that swept through the area.
The intense clash was too much for the square to handle, with countless wide cracks spreading outward from the center, even causing the spectator stands to collapse.
"Quickly leave this place! This battle is beyond what we can withstand," Lan Yuan shouted to the Lan Clan members behind him. His Dou Qi wings flared as he prepared to escort his family to safety.
Hearing this, Lan Bingbing bit her red lips, worry evident in her beautiful eyes as she looked at the young man with silver eyes amidst the thunderstorm.
"Don't worry, Bingbing. Mo Yu won't lose. We should leave now. If we get caught in the crossfire, it won't be worth it," Lan Yingying said with a sigh, attempting to console her.
"Fine..."
Lan Bingbing frowned but eventually nodded.
She wasn't reckless. Seeing the increasingly fierce aftershocks around her, even as a Dou Wang, she knew that a careless moment could lead to her death.
As the Lan Clan retreated, Mo Yu felt relieved. He no longer held back his power, turning his icy gaze toward Tang Chen with a cold smirk.
Mo Yu pointed at the void with his finger and shouted, "Go!"
As his voice fell, the atmosphere in the field underwent a drastic change.
"Boom!"
Suddenly, one of the massive, snake-like bolts of thunder contracted violently. A terrifying bolt of lightning, like a giant python, burst from the clouds, tearing through space with a dreadful crackling sound as it lunged fiercely at Tang Chen.
"Boom! Boom!"
The dazzling lightning wreaked havoc across the sky like a roaring dragon. It streaked through the heavens, leaving radiant trails of light before finally crashing onto Tang Chen's body.
Despite being a Five-Star Dou Zong expert, Tang Chen was in a sorry state under the relentless assault of such ferocious lightning.
"Bang!"
The last bolt of thunder struck Tang Chen once again, and the thunderclouds in the sky finally began to disperse.
Tang Chen, now in the air, was disheveled. His clothes were torn, and his body was charred black with not a single intact patch of flesh, resembling a scorched corpse.
From within the blackened body, a pair of blood-red eyes filled with resentment stared out.
"You little bastard, you deserve to die!"
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