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"Hall of Souls, Tian Ming Sect, today, none of you will leave here alive."
Mo Yu stood in the air, his cold gaze sweeping over Old Demon Tian Ming, Gu You, and the three Hun Clan Ban Sheng experts. With a faint smile, he moved to face them and spoke calmly.
"Mo Yu, don't get ahead of yourself. So what if you're a One Star Dou Sheng? Believe it or not, I can call someone from the clan right now to take you down!" Gu You's expression darkened, his voice feigning confidence.
Hearing this, Mo Yu replied indifferently, "I'll give you the chance—go ahead and call them."
Gu You froze at Mo Yu's words. Even in the Hun Clan, a Dou Sheng was part of the absolute elite. These old monsters were notoriously elusive, and unless the patriach summoned them personally, they wouldn't heed anyone else's orders, let alone Gu You's.
Seeing Gu You's silence, Mo Yu smirked disdainfully. "Since no help is coming, then you can die here!"
As Mo Yu's cold voice fell, Gu You and the others paled. A terrifying black thunder orb condensed in Mo Yu's palm, emitting an aura akin to death itself.
The orb rotated slowly, its darkness deeper and purer than that of a space black hole. Under countless astonished gazes, Mo Yu hurled the ominous orb toward the five enemies with precision and force.
Facing the deadly attack, Gu You and his group immediately turned pale and unleashed all their energy in an attempt to block it. However, the orb easily tore through their defenses, obliterating their combined energy within moments, leaving nothing behind but empty space.
"This kid's strength skyrocketed after breaking through to Dou Sheng..."
Watching the devastating power of the thunder orb, Gu You and the others were filled with fear and disbelief. Mo Yu's strength was far beyond their expectations.
"This guy is too strong—we need to retreat!"
Gu You's face twitched as he glanced at Mo Yu, who hovered calmly in the sky with his hands clasped behind his back, his cold eyes fixed on them.
Realizing they had no chance of winning, Gu You turned and fled, his body transforming into a streak of light. Old Demon Tian Ming and the other Hun Clan experts quickly followed suit.
Seeing their leaders flee, the remaining Hall of Souls and Tian Ming Sect members were utterly terrified, scattering like panicked rats fleeing a sinking ship.
"Die."
Mo Yu's cold gaze followed the escaping figures as his chilling voice echoed.
The massive thunder orb suddenly released tendrils of black lightning, spreading outward like writhing vines. The lightning raced across the sky, targeting Gu You and his group.
"Ah!"
The black lightning engulfed everything in its path. Those unfortunate enough to be caught in it screamed as their bodies convulsed violently. Despite their best efforts to drive out the invading energy with their Dou Qi, the lightning ravaged their bodies relentlessly, draining their life force until they fell lifeless.
The anguished cries lasted less than three minutes before the black lightning dissipated. Aside from Gu You's group of five, everyone else had been reduced to charred remains, scattered to the wind.
"Mo Yu, spare me! From now on, the Tian Ming Sect will serve as a subordinate force of Yuan Manor!"
Old Demon Tian Ming finally broke under the pressure, his fear driving him to shout his plea toward Mo Yu.
"Oh? In that case, step aside," Mo Yu said with narrowed silver eyes, his voice icy as he nodded slightly.
Old Demon Tian Ming froze, clearly not expecting Mo Yu to actually spare him. After all, leaving loose ends was a taboo among warriors, and countless enemies had met their end at his hands during their surrender.
"Young and naive—so easy to fool..."
Relieved, Old Demon Tian Ming hid his disdain as he moved to a safer spot. His eyes flickered with cunning; his supposed allegiance was merely a stalling tactic. Once he found the right opportunity, he would escape Yuan Manor entirely.
Mo Yu, observing Old Demon Tian Ming, allowed a faint, unreadable smirk to curve his lips.
Naturally, he knew the elder's so-called surrender was insincere. However, he had his own reasons for accepting it. The Black Lotus Soul Thunder, after absorbing a Dou Di's negative emotions, now possessed the ability to control a Ban Sheng. After years of growth, even an advanced Ban Sheng like Old Demon Tian Ming would not be beyond its influence.
If the elder advanced to Dou Sheng with Yuan Manor's resources, and She Lao followed suit, Yuan Manor would boast three Dou Shengs. Such strength would rival even the ancient clans!
"Elder Tian Ming, are you betraying the Hall of Souls?" Gu You bellowed angrily. Despite knowing the elder's allegiance was likely a ruse, the betrayal still stung.
The elder snorted coldly. "The wise choose the right tree to perch on. Warriors serve the strong. Manor Lord Mo is young and already a Dou Sheng—his future is limitless. I, Old Demon Tian Ming, may be unworthy, but I am willing to follow him to achieve greatness!"
Turning to Gu You, he added mockingly, "Hall of Souls is no place for people to stay. Why not join me in serving Manor Lord Mo? With our combined efforts, his rise to power will be unstoppable!"
Though his words were deceitful, the elder knew Mo Yu was watching and dared not reveal his true intentions. Instead, he played the role of a loyal subordinate, even attempting to recruit Gu You.
Unsurprisingly, Gu You scoffed coldly, unable to discern whether the elder was sincere or not. "The Hall of Souls has warriors who fight to the death, not traitors who surrender!"
"Then you can die."
Mo Yu, who had no intention of sparing Gu You or his companions, sneered. His figure blurred as he appeared before them, delivering what appeared to be a casual palm strike—yet it carried deadly force.
Faced with Mo Yu's pale and slender palm, Gu You felt his entire body grow ice-cold, while even the surrounding space instantly froze, leaving him with no room to dodge.
"Whoosh!"
Mo Yu's palm strike was incredibly swift. However, just as his palm was about to land on Gu You, the space beside him suddenly trembled violently. From within, an old, withered, and devilish black arm shot out like lightning!
"A Dou Sheng from the Hun Clan? So you've finally revealed yourself!"
As the black arm appeared, Mo Yu's pupils narrowed sharply. The arm emerged from the spatial crack—dried and frail, as if thin, dark skin barely clung to the bones. Strange patterns, exuding black mist, faintly squirmed upon the withered skin.
Its arrival dimmed the surrounding light as if the entire area lost its brightness. A strange, sinister pull emanated from the arm, as though it sought to draw in one's very soul.
"Boom!"
In the next instant, Mo Yu's palm collided heavily with the black fist. Dense black death lightning burst forth from Mo Yu's hand, instantly enveloping the arm.
"Sizzle!"
The owner of the arm was clearly cautious of the black lightning. The dark patterns on the skin writhed rapidly, then shot out like awakened venomous snakes, clashing against the lightning. Both forces obliterated each other in their fierce confrontation.
"Clang!"
As the two powers dissipated, the black arm suddenly thrust forward, forcibly repelling Mo Yu. Grabbing Gu You in its grip, the arm retreated rapidly toward the spatial crack. The fissure expanded abruptly, its suction force surging and pulling Gu You and his three companions into the void.
"Trying to flee?"
Mo Yu's gaze turned icy as he stepped forward swiftly, his fingers striking like bolts of lightning against Gu You and the others.
"Ah!"
Fresh blood splattered as several bloody holes appeared on their bodies. The agonized screams of Gu You's group echoed, their faces pale with despair.
This scene sent chills through Old Demon Tian Ming, who had been watching. A sense of gratitude filled him—thankful he had surrendered early. Otherwise, under this young man's pressure, his end would likely have been no better than that of Gu You's group.
"Stay here!"
Ignoring their screams, Mo Yu sneered coldly. His fingers twisted, and with thunderous speed, aimed for Gu You's forehead. If the strike landed, the terrifying force would instantly reduce Gu You's head to pulp.
"Hmph, you brat! How dare you push your luck!"
As Mo Yu pressed forward with a killing move, a chillingly ancient voice resounded from within the black spatial fissure.
The black arm gripping Gu You's shoulder pulled him swiftly into the crack. At the same time, another withered black finger shot out, clashing heavily with Mo Yu's finger.
"Boom, boom, boom!"
The two fingers collided, unleashing a fearsome energy storm that shook the surroundings. Within a hundred feet, the void space collapsed under the overwhelming force.
"Thud, thud!"
Mo Yu staggered back several steps before stabilizing himself. His cold gaze locked onto the black arm. At this moment, its dark finger had turned a reddish-purple, likely due to the effects of Thunder Soul.
"You brat! Don't think too highly of yourself. If Lei Ying weren't behind you, our Hun Clan would've wiped you out a thousand times over!"
Dark mist swirled around the black arm as it swiftly retreated into the spatial crack. At the same time, a chilling and ancient voice echoed out.
"Hmph, so what if the Lei Clan isn't involved? The Eight Ancient Clans agreed that Dou Sheng-level experts cannot freely intervene in the outside world. Does the Hun Clan intend to break this pact?" Mo Yu sneered coldly.
"You're well-informed, but don't worry—soon, that agreement will no longer bind my Hun Clan. Because…"
The voice trailed off, intentionally leaving the final words unsaid. The Dou Sheng of the Hun Clan disappeared into the spatial fissure with Gu You's group. His sinister, meaningful tone lingered above Yuan City.
As the Hun Clan Dou Sheng's aura faded, the spatial fissure gradually vanished, as though it had never existed.
Mo Yu's expression remained indifferent as he stared at the spot where the fissure had disappeared, his eyes flashing with thought. He naturally understood the hidden meaning behind the Hun Clan Dou Sheng's words.
Judging by the timeline, the Hun Clan was likely nearing the end of their preparations. Once they annihilated a few more ancient clans and obtained the Tuo She Ancient Emperor's inheritance, the Hun Clan's leader, Hun Tiandi, would successfully ascend to the Dou Di realm, becoming the first Dou Di on the continent in nearly ten millennia.
By then, the Hun Clan would no longer be restrained by such ancient agreements.
Exhaling softly, Mo Yu turned his gaze toward the dense crowd of Yuan Manor disciples and elders within Yuan City. The earlier terrifying battle had left them all in stunned silence.
"All elders, assume your positions and restore order. Treat the injured promptly. Disciples, resume your regular training," Mo Yu's calm and commanding voice echoed throughout Yuan City.
"Yes!"
The crowd responded in unison, their voices filled with respect. This battle had once again proven their leader's unparalleled strength. Mo Yu's already immense prestige within Yuan Manor now elevated him to godlike status in their hearts.
As the crowd dispersed to carry out their duties, Mo Yu's figure flickered, reappearing on the plaza. Thanks to his timely breakthrough and intervention, She Lao and Xiao Yu had not suffered any severe injuries. After a brief rest, their complexions returned to normal.
After exchanging a few words of comfort and celebrating his advancement to the Dou Sheng realm with She Lao and Xiao Yu, Mo Yu approached Old Demon Tian Ming. The latter's expression shifted between fear and confusion as Mo Yu smiled lightly.
"Old Demon Tian Ming, come with me."
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