Chapter 718: The Curtain Falls, News of Xiao Yan
"One hundred million Supreme Spirit Liquids?"
Blood Lingzi froze at Mo Yu's demand, then bellowed in refusal. "Impossible! You're demanding an outrageous sum—you truly think the Blood God Clan is easy to bully?"
The five Blood God Clan Earth Supreme elders, including Blood-Robe, darkened their faces in fury. "Mo Yu, do you even understand the value of one hundred million Supreme Spirit Liquids? You intend to bankrupt our clan entirely!"
Supreme Spirit Liquids were the universal currency of the Great Thousand World, refined only by those who had reached the Sovereign realm. Each drop contained pure, spiritual energy infused with a trace of sentience, dependent on the refiner's own power. High-quality liquids could even manifest illusions of vast scale.
Legend held that a Heavenly Sovereign had once spent an entire year refining a single drop, its manifestation so enormous it could engulf the entire Hero City. Ordinary factions were fortunate to possess a few thousand drops; even families like the Gongshu and Yuchang combined likely held no more than one hundred thousand. Mo Yu's demand of one hundred million stunned everyone present.
Mo Yu merely smirked coldly. With a flicker of his mind, the Heavenly Tyrant Body hoisted Blood Lingzi high into the air. Lightning surged in its left hand, swiftly condensing into a thousand-zhang thunder sword.
In the next instant, with a sharp whistle, the massive blade hovered directly above Blood Lingzi's head—like the Sword of Damocles, poised to strike.
Sweat beaded on Blood Lingzi's forehead. He could sense the sword's immense power; even if it couldn't kill him outright, it would inflict grievous wounds.
Gulp.
The five elders swallowed nervously, their eyes locked on the blade in panicked tension.
"Hehe… one hundred million Supreme Spirit Liquids for the life of the patriarch. I'd say that's a fair trade," Mo Yu said lightly.
The demand stemmed from the Wind Emperor's earlier suggestion. Freshly arrived in the Great Thousand World, Mo Yu was penniless. Facing such a wealthy mark, he intended to extract a hefty toll. According to the Wind Emperor's estimate, the Blood God Clan's total reserves likely ranged from five to eight hundred million drops; one hundred million would sting, but they could afford it.
"Hehe… as the saying goes, 'while the green mountains stand, firewood will never be lacking.' Surely Patriarch Blood understands this. In my view, this one hundred million is well spent," Luo Tianshen added with a chuckle, breaking the renewed stalemate.
The Luo God Clan patriarch seemed particularly eager to undermine his rivals.
Blood Lingzi nearly spat blood in frustration. It wasn't the Luo God Clan footing the bill—this was effortless mockery.
Though he inwardly cursed Luo Tianshen for aiding Mo Yu, Blood Lingzi had no options left. His face twisted through shades of rage before he glanced at the thunder sword above his head. Gritting his teeth, he growled, "Fine. One hundred million Supreme Spirit Liquids—I agree!"
Gasps rippled through the hidden onlookers. One hundred million—such a fortune was beyond the reach of most Western Heaven powers.
Envy flickered toward Mo Yu. He had become obscenely wealthy overnight.
Yet no one dared covet it. A Lower Earth Supreme who could defeat an Upper Earth Supreme commanded universal respect—and fear.
"Mo Yu, I've agreed—release me at once!" Blood Lingzi shouted from the sky, seeing no immediate action.
"Hehe… surely Patriarch Blood knows the principle of payment first, delivery second?" Mo Yu replied calmly.
"You—!"
Fury blazed in Blood Lingzi's eyes at being likened to merchandise, but he suppressed it. Turning to his elders, he commanded grimly, "Hand over the one hundred million Supreme Spirit Liquids."
Bitter smiles and pained expressions crossed the five elders' faces. Even for them, gathering such a sum required effort.
Under the patriarch's direct order, however, they had no choice. After a venomous glare at Mo Yu, they dismissed their Dharma Bodies and began pooling resources.
One hundred million was no small amount. Even with five Lower Earth Supremes scraping together what they could, it took a full quarter-hour to assemble.
"Mo Yu, don't you dare go back on your word!"
Blood-Robe's face was ashen as he hurled a mustard seed bracelet toward Mo Yu. Nearly all five had emptied their personal vaults for this.
Ignoring the glare, Mo Yu caught the bracelet and swept his soul force inside. Mountains of glowing Supreme Spirit Liquids filled the space.
"Hehe… one hundred million Supreme Spirit Liquids. You've struck it rich in an instant," the Wind Emperor's voice echoed in Mo Yu's mind.
"Thanks to your reminder, senior," Mo Yu replied with a light laugh.
"This is your own strength. Defeating an Upper Earth Supreme like Blood Lingzi as a mere Lower Earth Supreme—you truly live up to the title of Thunder Emperor in the Great Thousand World," the Wind Emperor said with genuine admiration.
Even he, who had always believed in Mo Yu's talent, hadn't anticipated such audacity. The gap between Lower and Upper Earth Supremes was like an insurmountable chasm.
"Mo Yu, the liquids are yours—release the patriarch now! Do you intend to betray us?!" Blood Lingzi demanded, seeing the delay.
"What's the rush? I'm just verifying the count. What if you tried to cheat me?" Mo Yu shot back. As the elders' expressions grew increasingly hostile, he finally willed the Heavenly Tyrant Body's hand to loosen slowly.
Relief washed over Blood Lingzi's face with the easing pressure. Seizing the moment, he burst free from the thunder domain, fleeing to his elders' side.
"Patriarch, are you alright?"
Joy lit the elders' faces at his escape.
"I'm fine. I was careless and fell to him, but a mere Lower Earth Supreme can't easily harm me," Blood Lingzi said stiffly, salvaging his dignity.
"Patriarch, now that you're free… shall we deal with that brat?" Blood-Robe asked, his sidelong glance at Mo Yu icy with malice.
Mo Yu had humiliated the Blood God Clan before witnesses and extorted a fortune. Even a coward would seethe; for one of Western Heaven's four divine clans, it was intolerable.
With five Lower Earth Supremes and the patriarch—an Upper Earth Supreme—this was the perfect moment to strike.
Blood Lingzi's eyes flickered toward Mo Yu. Since ascending to Earth Supreme, no one had shamed him so profoundly. Vengeance burned fiercely in his vengeful heart.
"What, Patriarch Blood? Still unsatisfied? Care for round two?" Mo Yu said coolly, noting their darkening stares.
One Upper and five Lowers—he couldn't take them all at once with his current strength. But neither could they easily contain him. Given time, he would flatten the Blood God Clan entirely.
Blood Lingzi's gaze chilled. With his elders' support, a cold glint entered his eyes. "Mo Yu, extorting one hundred million from my Blood God Clan… that fortune won't come easily. Return it, and we'll call our grudge settled. How does that sound?"
"Once something enters my possession, it never leaves. If you want it back, come and take it," Mo Yu retorted coldly.
"Hmph! Sharp-tongued fool. Do you think a mere Lower Earth Supreme can defy us?" Blood Lingzi snorted. As he raised his hand to signal a joint assault with his elders, an aged chuckle interrupted.
"Hehe… Patriarch Blood, don't forget—your agreement with the Thunder Emperor was guaranteed by me personally. If you renege, don't blame this old man for joining him against your Blood God Clan."
As tensions mounted, the black-robed Luo Tianshen stepped to Mo Yu's side, smiling faintly at the six foes.
"Luo Tianshen, do you truly intend to oppose my Blood God Clan for this whelp?!" Blood Lingzi demanded, his face darkening.
Though aged and past his prime, Luo Tianshen remained a genuine Upper Earth Supreme. With him allying to Mo Yu, the odds shifted. As Luo God Clan patriarch, he commanded his own forces—matching the Blood God Clan's might.
Blood Lingzi's reputation precedes him; to force me aside, you'd have to step over my corpse," Luo Tianshen replied, his faint smile fading. Vast spiritual energy surged from him, rivaling Blood Lingzi's own.
The hidden watchers tensed, breaths held. Luo Tianshen's involvement escalated beyond a mere Earth Supreme skirmish—it heralded all-out war between two of Western Heaven's four divine clans.
Such a conflict would engulf billions and reshape the realm's balance.
They had to admit, Luo Tianshen had chosen the perfect moment. In ordinary times, the Luo God Clan—now in decline, propped up solely by the elder—couldn't match the Blood God Clan's aggression. Blood Lingzi had long eyed their downfall.
Under normal circumstances, he'd welcome a Luo provocation. But now, the Blood God Clan had inexplicably provoked the mysterious Thunder Emperor from the lower realms—a Lower Earth Supreme whose battle prowess rivaled an ordinary Upper.
With the Luo God Clan allying to him, even the mighty Blood God Clan couldn't face both without risk.
"Luo Tianshen, I'll remember this grudge. Your body won't shield the Luo God Clan forever. When that day comes…" Blood Lingzi said coldly, the threat clear: upon his death, the Luo God Clan would fall.
A shadow crossed Luo Tianshen's aged face. He snorted. "That's not for you to worry over, Patriarch Blood. The Luo God Clan has stood in Western Heaven for ages—not on empty words."
"Hmph. We shall see!"
Bloodthirsty intent gleamed in Blood Lingzi's eyes. He shot Mo Yu a venomous look, his expression thunderous.
"Withdraw!"
With a flick of his sleeve, he commanded. The elders exchanged reluctant glances but nodded helplessly at the sight of Luo Tianshen beside Mo Yu.
The Luo God Clan was an equal to their own; with the elder's intervention, targeting Mo Yu was impossible.
As the blood sea rippled, Blood Lingzi and his group—including Blood Cloud—vanished in an instant, leaving only the pale, despairing Gongshu siblings behind, abandoned.
Watching their departure, Mo Yu exhaled lightly. His gaze shifted to the venomous, terrified stares of the Gongshu siblings. With a frown, he waved his sleeve, unleashing a thunder blade that severed them at the waist.
Enemies deserved no mercy.
With that done, the Heavenly Tyrant Body beneath him slowly dissipated. Mo Yu approached Luo Tianshen and cupped his hands with a light smile. "Many thanks for your aid, Patriarch Luo."
"Hehe… the Blood God Clan acts with reckless arrogance and has long clashed with my Luo God Clan. My intervention was also to draw you into an alliance against them," Luo Tianshen admitted candidly.
Mo Yu felt a spark of fondness for the honest elder. Then, as if recalling something, he suddenly asked, "By the way, Patriarch Luo—have you encountered a young man from the lower realms named Xiao Yan?"
"Oh, Xiao Yan? Is he from the same lower-plane continent as you?" Luo Tianshen blinked in surprise.
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