Chapter 797: If You Go Berserk, I'll Risk My Life
The massive altar fell into utter silence.
All eyes were fixed on the lone figure standing tall at the center of the bloodstained plaza. Though he had crushed Blood Ming with decisive power, Mo Yu's expression remained calm—his black eyes as deep and still as a bottomless abyss, impossible to read.
A profound awe crept into every gaze watching him.
That awe came not from fear, but respect—born from witnessing incomparable strength.
When the fight had begun, not a single soul had believed that this human, merely a half-step eighth-rank Supreme, could stand against a half-step ninth-rank powerhouse wielding a quasi-sacred weapon. In the hierarchy of Supremes, the gap of one rank was as vast and uncrossable as heaven and earth.
Yet now they had seen it—the impossible crossed, the outcome rewritten.
Mo Yu had crushed that gap, proving himself a true monster among geniuses—one so brilliant that lesser eyes had failed to recognize his depth.
"This man… is terrifying."
After long silence, someone whispered softly, unable to contain the awe in their voice. For a half-step eighth-rank to defeat Blood Ming—a Blood Sky Jiao prodigy with a quasi-sacred weapon—was a feat borderlining the divine.
It was now clear why Mo Yu had stood fearless even before the Blood Jiao clan's heir.
Around the altar, many strong cultivators felt the same sense of quiet reverence. Only the Blood Sky Jiao warriors looked dazed, staring blankly at the battered, blood-drenched body of Blood Ming, collapsed in defeat.
Their pride refused to believe what their eyes showed them—that their shining prodigy had fallen.
And not merely lost—he had been utterly overwhelmed by a human of lower rank.
But truth was undeniable. Even Blood Ming himself, though consumed by rage, felt something far colder beneath it… fear.
Upon the altar, Mo Yu's gaze swept slowly across the gathered armies. The silence bowed before him. With that one battle, he had established himself as untouchable; even the Forest Python Clan's goddess Qing Ling—who had eyed the Ancient Swallowing Python inheritance—now watched him with quiet caution.
None would dare test their luck again. Blood Ming's humiliation was warning enough.
For Cai Lin, the path to the serpent's statue was open.
Mo Yu turned his head, his cold eyes meeting the wary stares of the Blood Jiao survivors. Despite their tension, none moved. They were proud, yes, but not foolish. Even as a branch of the Dragon lineage, they knew when to yield.
They would not invite their own destruction.
Mo Yu's look lingered briefly—a silent warning—and then he turned away. He would not slaughter them. Blood Ming's defeat was lesson enough.
To go further would provoke war with the entire Blood Jiao Clan—something even the Swallowing Python Clan or his own Thunder Prison could not afford.
He understood that.
Satisfied, he withdrew his gaze, allowing the tension to ease. Turning slightly, he looked at Cai Lin. His expression softened. The objective had been achieved: her path to the Ancient Python's bloodline inheritance was now clear.
But his own journey was far from done.
Beyond the serpent's statue loomed the monolithic image of the Primordial Ancestral Ape… and that was where his next fight waited.
The duel with Blood Ming had served two purposes—vengeance and protection—but now it was time to claim his own destiny. That ancient blood of the ape, he would have it.
As he considered moving, he felt a small tug of doubt. If he left, others might yet endanger Cai Lin's pursuit of her inheritance.
As if reading his thoughts, Cai Lin appeared beside him, her lips curving into a confident smile. "Go," she said lightly. "I can handle this. Don't forget—I'm not just some vase to decorate your side."
Mo Yu blinked, then chuckled quietly, shaking his head.
Indeed, how could he ever forget? Once upon a time, she had been the fearsome Queen Medusa of the Dou Qi Continent. Even now, beneath her grace, burned the same fiery heart that once made empires tremble.
"Very well," he said with a grin. "Then I'll claim the Primordial Ape's blood. As long as I remain unbeaten, none will dare challenge you."
And it was true. In this world, respect belonged only to strength. As long as he stood undefeated, even the boldest would not cross that line.
With that, he turned, leaving Cai Lin to guard her path, and strode toward the second great altar.
Gasps erupted below as he leapt onto the broad, ancient square before the colossal golden-purple sculpture of the Primordial Ape.
"He's going for a second inheritance?!"
Disbelief spread like wildfire.
"He already helped his companion claim the Python's blood! Now he thinks he can take the Ape's as well?"
From afar, Blood Ming's bloodstained face twisted into a bitter sneer. "Fool. The heritage of the Primordial Ape belongs to the Heaven-Reaching Ape Clan. Their champion, Hou Jun—he's not someone even I can challenge. Mo Yu's arrogance will be his undoing."
His eyes narrowed with venom. If Mo Yu fell to Hou Jun, Cai Lin's claim would crumble as well. Then he, the Blood Jiao heir, would reclaim everything.
Hatred blazed within him like coals in frost.
Meanwhile, Han Yue, Mang Lie, and the others exchanged uneasy glances, disbelief plain in their eyes.
"Brother Mo really means to challenge Hou Jun of the Heaven-Reaching Ape Clan," Han Yue said grimly. "That clan's power is unmatched. Even dragons and phoenixes have long feared their divine strength."
Mang Lie's expression deepened. "This is too dangerous. If he fails, even Cai Lin's inheritance will be lost."
But they needn't speak further—Mo Yu's will was unshakable.
Upon the plaza of the Primordial Ape statue, the yellow-robed figure of a lean, wiry man awaited him. As Mo Yu approached, the warrior's lips curved into a thin smile.
"So you came."
"I couldn't resist," Mo Yu said lightly, offering a courteous gesture. "The Primordial Ape's legacy interests me as well."
The man—Hou Jun, prodigy of the Heaven-Reaching Ape Clan—laughed with genuine delight. "Good! I knew your blood carried the mark of the Sky-Shaking Apes. You wouldn't turn away from a chance like this! You've met my expectations perfectly."
His laughter echoed with pure fighting spirit. Among the divine beast heirs, Hou Jun's might was known as legendary. Yet in countless battles, none had excited him—not until today.
Mo Yu tilted his head. "You've been waiting for me?"
Hou Jun grinned. "Of course! You have the blood of the apes in your veins. To test my strength against yours—it's what I've longed for."
There was no arrogance in his tone, only exhilaration. To him, this was not hatred or rivalry—it was destiny, a chance to battle one worthy of him.
"Your duel with Blood Ming was splendid," Hou Jun said, his brown eyes sparkling. "I've seen enough. No need to waste time with feints or probing blows. Let's end this quickly—one strike each, all we have, winner takes all!"
Mo Yu blinked, a faint smile playing on his lips. "One strike, then."
"Excellent!" Hou Jun laughed heartily. "No matter who wins or loses, Mo Yu—you'll have my friendship from this day forward."
Even as he spoke, the ground beneath them quaked.
Hou Jun clenched his fists, his power flaring like a thunder god's wrath. The energy coursing through him was vast—far beyond what Blood Ming had possessed.
Gasps erupted throughout the arena.
"Nine-rank Supreme!"
Indeed, the crimson blaze around Hou Jun's body marked him a ninth-rank being, a hair's breadth from ascending into the Earth Supreme Realm itself.
Blood Ming's injured face twisted with cruel amusement. "Now let's see how our brave human survives this."
Crack—crack—crack!
The air itself ignited as waves of crimson flame-like energy erupted from Hou Jun's body, spreading outward in divine whorls. His aura burned so intensely it dyed the sky red, flames curling like rivers of molten magma.
Within that inferno, his eyes shimmered with bestial focus. His muscles bulged as his hands grew—fingers transforming into simian claws, veins writhing beneath skin as dark red power flowed over him.
"The Heaven-Reaching Divine Power," someone whispered.
Mo Yu's eyes narrowed, watching the crimson heat bleed across the field. Sure enough, Hou Jun's entire being was changing—his immortal ape blood igniting in madness, muscles swelling, aura doubling.
He had entered a berserk state.
The golden staff at Mo Yu's side pulsed faintly, reacting to the surge of divine violence before him.
Hou Jun roared, his voice shaking the heavens as spiritual power cascaded through the world. His strength had doubled, radiating pure, brutal majesty. Even from miles away, the onlookers could barely stand under the pressure.
But while most felt terror… Mo Yu's pupils burned with exhilaration.
So, Hou Jun would go berserk?
Then he—would wager his life.
Mo Yu inhaled slowly as a crimson aura flared around his body.
It was not flame, nor pure energy—it was killing intent. Heavy, merciless killing intent filled the world around him, swirling into a violent storm of its own. The ground fractured beneath his feet, stones vaporized into dust before the suffocating aura.
Spectators blanched.
"What… what is that aura?"
They could feel it—the raw promise of death. It wasn't simply spiritual pressure. It was will—an intent that could kill gods if it must.
Those with sharper eyes realized what they were witnessing.
"That's no divine art…" whispered an elder from the sidelines, trembling. "That's… a true divine ability."
His voice quivered.
"The power beyond god-tier techniques—a power only Earth Supremes can grasp!"
In front of their eyes, the human named Mo Yu walked willingly into a storm that could tear reality apart—ready to die if it meant victory.
Two titans—one berserk, one self-sacrificing—were about to collide.
(END CHAPTER)
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