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"Sixth-grade weapon: Imperial Soul-Seizing Spear!"
On the vast square, apart from Mo Yu's hearty laughter, an absolute silence engulfed the crowd.
Although most of the audience had never heard of this spear's name, it did not diminish their awe at the revelation of a sixth-grade weapon.
A sixth-grade weapon refiner in the Western Region was recognized as a true master of weapon refining!
"Sister, Brother Mo Yu really did it! A sixth-grade weapon—this will surely surpass that Sun Wuji's fifth-grade Vajra Rainbow Sword!" Lan Bingbing exclaimed, her hands covering her red lips in shock.
"No wonder Elder Bing holds this young man's weapon refinement skills in such high regard. To think he has become a sixth-grade weapon refiner at such a young age…"
At the Lan Clan's seating area, Lan Yuan stood up solemnly, his gaze fixed on the imposing spear in Mo Yu's hands. Surprise and delight intertwined in his expression.
On the other side, Tang Hao's face twitched, his eyes brimming with undisguised shock and fury.
A sixth-grade weapon? That damned brat actually managed to forge one?!
This sudden turn of events sent shockwaves through everyone. If Mo Yu's weapon truly was a sixth-grade weapon, then the competition between the Lan and Tang Clans would end in a resounding defeat for the Tang Clan.
For Tang Hao, who had ambitions of unifying Xi Huang City under his rule, this was an incredibly severe blow.
On the elevated platform, the elder carrying a sword on his back squinted slightly, murmuring as he eyed the weapon in Mo Yu's hands, "Imperial Soul-Seizing Spear, a soul-type weapon. Could it truly be a sixth-grade weapon?"
"Heh, if that's the case, then I hereby declare this competition between the Lan and Tang clans to be—" Lan Yuan began to announce but was abruptly interrupted.
"Wait!"
A sharp voice pierced the air. Sun Wuji, his expression dark and eyes bloodshot, raised his head and shouted.
Lan Yuan's brow furrowed slightly at the interruption. Turning, he cast a cool glance at the livid Sun Wuji. "Young Master Sun, is there still something you wish to address?"
"I don't believe he forged a sixth-grade weapon! I want to inspect it myself!" Sun Wuji pointed at Mo Yu, his voice sharp and commanding.
"This…" Lan Yuan frowned, then replied in a deep voice, "I'm sorry, Young Master Sun, but this doesn't align with the rules of the competition."
"Patriach Lan, you are mistaken! What if Mo Yu simply refined something that looks impressive but is essentially hollow? Would you still declare him the victor?
Furthermore, compared to the renowned Vajra Rainbow Sword of the Ten Thousand Sword Pavilion, this so-called Imperial Soul-Seizing Spear is unheard of.
I believe you are being biased because he is someone the Lan Clan invited. But with so many witnesses here today, why fear an inspection?" Tang Hao sneered coldly from the high platform, his words carrying a sharp undertone of accusation.
As his words fell, murmurs broke out among the audience.
From a practical perspective, Sun Wuji's demand didn't seem entirely unreasonable.
Hearing the murmurs, Lan Yuan's expression darkened. He hadn't expected Tang Hao to remain obstinate at such a juncture.
"Uncle Lan, if they insist on inspecting it, let them. Otherwise, it would seem like we have something to hide," Mo Yu suddenly said, smiling calmly at the hesitant Lan Yuan.
Lan Yuan was taken aback. Gazing at Mo Yu's composed face, he mulled it over briefly before nodding with a sigh. "Fine, we'll allow an inspection.
However, the inspector cannot be Sun Wuji himself. As a competitor, he has neither the qualifications nor the authority to examine another's forged work."
"In that case, let the inspectors be you, me, and Elder Hei Jian from my side. Elder Hei Jian hails from the Ten Thousand Sword Pavilion, and I trust his reputation precedes him. With his involvement, fairness is assured. What do you think, Patriach Lan?" Tang Hao proposed, gesturing toward Elder Hei Jian beside him.
"Elder Hei Jian… it's him."
At Tang Hao's words, the expressions of Lan Yuan and the Lan Clan members stiffened. Even the audience turned solemn, their gazes falling on the elder exuding an abyss-like aura.
"A Ten Thousand Sword Pavilion elder…" Mo Yu's silver eyes narrowed as he observed the elder by Tang Hao's side.
This person's presence was even more daunting than Old Ground Demon Ghost from Demon Flame Valley. If Mo Yu wasn't mistaken, this sword-bearing elder was likely at the eight-star Dou Zong level.
"Very well, since it's Elder Hei Jian, he may inspect as well," Lan Yuan finally agreed, albeit reluctantly.
"I don't believe you can forge a sixth-grade weapon!"
Hearing Lan Yuan's approval, Sun Wuji glared venomously at Mo Yu, a sinister smile creeping onto his lips.
Mo Yu merely responded with a disdainful smirk.
With the inspection procedure settled, Lan Yuan, Tang Hao, and Elder Hei Jian descended from the platform.
Under countless watchful eyes, the trio approached Mo Yu and carefully took the Imperial Soul-Seizing Spear from his hands. Encircling it, they each unleashed their soul perception to scrutinize the weapon's grade and integrity.
The inspection lasted nearly five minutes. As the trio examined the weapon in silence, their expressions grew increasingly grave.
Among them, Lan Yuan's solemn demeanor betrayed a trace of undisguised joy, while Tang Hao's face darkened like a stormy sky.
Observing this, Sun Wuji felt a sinking sensation in his heart. Could it be…
"Elder Hei Jian, as the most esteemed figure here, please announce the results of this competition," Lan Yuan suggested, returning the weapon to Mo Yu with a smile.
"If Patriach Lan insists, then I shall do so," Elder Hei Jian replied.
With a sigh, the elder cast a meaningful glance at Sun Wuji before turning to face the audience. After a moment of silence, he finally declared,
"The inspection is complete. This Imperial Soul-Seizing Spear is indeed a sixth-grade weapon and belongs to the rare soul-type category!"
The elder's announcement sent the crowd into an uproar once more.
"A soul-type weapon? It must be a sixth-grade weapon then!"
"Since Elder Hei Jian confirmed it, the Lan Clan wins both rounds. The future ruler of Xi Huang City is now uncertain!"
"Haha! This young man defeated both Tang San and Sun Wuji. Surely the Western Region will soon echo with the name Mo Yu!"
At the Lan Clan's seating area, the Lan sisters beamed with joy at the outcome.
"No wonder Junior Brother Mo Yu's forging process seemed unremarkable and puzzling. It turns out it was a soul-type weapon all along," Lan Yingying murmured, her bright eyes gleaming with understanding and a soft smile gracing her lips.
It was well-known that soul weapons were rare and sought after due to their unique attack properties. Unlike ordinary weapons, their primary feature wasn't causing physical harm but bypassing the body entirely to launch direct, unexpected assaults on the opponent's soul power.
Damage to one's soul power was often harder to recover from than physical injuries, making such weapons significantly more lethal in combat. This characteristic made soul weapons highly coveted. However, it also meant that soul weapons were less focused on material quality. Stripped of their soul-attack properties, soul weapons were often less destructive in battle compared to even some ordinary fifth-grade weapons.
This unique trait explained why no one realized earlier that the weapon being forged in the unassuming furnace was, in fact, a sixth-grade weapon.
Following the announcement of the competition results, Mo Yu retrieved his Imperial Soul-Seizing Spear and gave Sun Wuji a glance before turning to leave.
Yet, just as Mo Yu turned away, a sinister gleam of malice flickered in Sun Wuji's eyes. His hands formed a seal, and a faint ripple of soul power surged from him.
In an instant, a shadowy soul arrow shot out from Sun Wuji's sea of consciousness, aimed squarely at Mo Yu's back.
The sudden ambush drew gasps and outrage from the crowd. Mo Yu had defeated Sun Wuji fair and square, yet the latter resorted to such despicable and dishonorable means.
"Shhh!"
The soul arrow struck Mo Yu's back precisely, passing through without drawing any blood. Instead, Mo Yu's figure began to waver and fade.
"A residual shadow?"
Sun Wuji's heart sank in terror as he stumbled backward. But before he could retreat further, his body froze abruptly.
Above him, a soul seal far more terrifying than the soul arrow he had unleashed hovered ominously.
"Stop!"
Angry shouts erupted from the Tang Clan's seats as they noticed the soul seal looming over Sun Wuji's head. Elder Hei Jian's face darkened as he dashed toward the center of the arena with incredible speed.
"Since you challenged my soul technique, don't blame anyone but yourself for losing your life," Mo Yu's voice was calm as it reached Sun Wuji's ears.
A chilling fear gripped Sun Wuji, but before he could plead for mercy, the soul seal crashed down mercilessly.
"Pfft!"
Sun Wuji spat out a mouthful of blood as his body collapsed lifelessly to the ground. The single soul seal had thoroughly shattered his soul power, leaving him an empty shell even if he survived.
Mo Yu casually clapped his hands, a trace of disdain flashing in his smile. "Did Sun Wuji think that the rarity of soul techniques on the Dou Qi Continent would let him catch me off guard? He couldn't have been more wrong."
Elder Hei Jian rushed to Sun Wuji's side and checked his condition. His expression turned grim when he discovered the truth: while Sun Wuji still had a faint breath of life, his sea of consciousness had been completely annihilated by Mo Yu's soul seal. Even if his body was healed, he would be nothing more than a fool.
The elder's gaze turned icy as he stared at Mo Yu, fury twisting his features. "How dare you harm someone from Ten Thousand Sword Pavilion, boy? You'll regret this!"
Hearing this, Tang Hao and the other Tang Clan members paled. They looked at Mo Yu in disbelief.
This brat had truly crippled Sun Wuji, a disciple of a Master Zhu Jian.
Tang Hao's heart raced with dread. Master Zhu Jian, a figure so esteemed that even the leader of Ten Thousand Sword Pavilion treated him with respect, had now lost a prized disciple during the competition between the Tang and Lan clans.
If Master Zhu Jian's wrath extended to them, the Tang Clan might not survive.
Tang Hao stepped forward, his voice cold and resolute. "Daring to harm Master Zhu Jian's disciple, no matter who you are, the Tang Clan will never let this go!"
The commotion silenced the crowd at Tian Yuan Square.
Mo Yu, however, remained calm, his expression unchanging as he retorted coldly, "By your logic, it's my fault for defending myself when he ambushed me? How amusing."
Tang Hao sneered. "I don't care about your excuses. You've harmed Sun Wuji, and now you'll pay with your life. If you surrender, perhaps you might gain Master Zhu Jian's mercy. Resist, and you'll only bring a cruel end upon yourself!"
"Enough!"
The voices of Lan Clan members cut through the tension as they descended from their seats and stood beside Mo Yu.
"What are you doing, Tang Hao? Mo Yu's counterattack was justified. Do you intend to start a war with the Lan Clan over an outsider?" Lan Yuan demanded sternly.
Tang Hao's face darkened. "Do you dare forget who Sun Wuji's teacher is? Are you ready to face Master Zhu Jian's wrath?"
The mention of Sun Wuji's teacher made the Lan Clan members falter. Master Zhu Jian, a renowned eighth-grade weapon refiner, commanded an influence that even a Dou Zun powerhouse wouldn't dismiss lightly. If his disciple truly perished here, his fury could engulf the entire Xi Huang City.
Lan Yuan took a deep breath and countered, "Even so, Mo Yu's retaliation was reasonable. Surely, Master Zhu Jian is a fair man who can distinguish right from wrong. You can't take Mo Yu away without proper judgment!"
A low, aged voice rang out, cutting through the debate. "I will take this boy to face Master Zhu Jian. The Lan Clan cannot interfere."
The crowd turned to see Elder Hei Jian step forward. His tone was calm but carried an undeniable finality.
Lan Yuan's face turned pale. If the black-sword elder of Ten Thousand Sword Pavilion intervened, the Lan Clan had no hope of resisting.
Behind Lan Yuan, Lan Yingying and Lan Bingbing looked regretful and worried. If not for their involvement, Mo Yu wouldn't have been dragged into this mess.
Mo Yu, however, broke the tense silence with a cold laugh. "No one, not even Ten Thousand Sword Pavilion, can take my life. You don't have the right!"
His voice rang out boldly across the square, unwavering and filled with disdain.
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