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"Seventh Tianzun, Ninth Tianzun, defeated."
Outside Yuan City, all eyes were fixed on the tall, slender figure in the sky.
Compared to the fame of the two Tianzun, Mo Yu seemed insignificant. However, at this moment, the overwhelming might emanating from this young figure was utterly terrifying.
"Manor Lord... has he grown this powerful?"
Even veteran warriors like Bing Lao and Ma Chen were dumbfounded as they gazed at the figure. After a long pause, their eyes filled with ecstatic joy.
Seventh Tianzun and Ninth Tianzun were well-established powerhouses on the continent. For Mo Yu to defeat such formidable opponents, his fearsome achievement was enough to force the Hall of Souls to take him seriously.
"Ninth Tianzun, what's going on? Why is this boy so monstrously strong?!"
Seventh Tianzun forcibly suppressed the turbulent blood surging in his body and glared at the intimidating figure ahead, roaring furiously.
Never in his wildest dreams did he expect that, as a dignified Seventh Tianzun of the Hall of Souls, he would nearly die at the hands of a young upstart!
"I don't know either! Not only has this boy's strength increased rapidly, but his techniques are bizarre. The power of that Thunder Orb has far surpassed what it was before!" Ninth Tianzun wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, his eyes filled with confusion.
The Black Gold Thunder Orb of the past was nothing compared to this purple-gold version. Even when the two of them joined forces, they were utterly defeated.
"Forget it. If this boy is so troublesome, we'll leave him to Third Tianzun," Seventh Tianzun said coldly.
Hearing this, Ninth Tianzun nodded and turned to look at Mo Yu in the distance.
"Mo Yu, don't get cocky. I want to see if you can truly save Yuan Manor today!"
Ninth Tianzun took a deep breath, his hands suddenly weaving a series of complex seals. As his hand movements accelerated, the surrounding space began to ripple, and soon, a crack in the void slowly tore open.
As the crack expanded, an eerie, bone-chilling aura surged out.
"Another Hall of Souls powerhouse?"
Feeling the sinister aura, Mo Yu frowned slightly, his voice deep.
The crack in the void widened further, the ominous aura spreading out. From within the rift, a black-clad figure slowly stepped forth, his appearance drawing the attention of countless gazes.
"Seventh, Ninth, you actually used the spatial jade slip," the black figure said coldly as he emerged.
"Third Tianzun, this mission was a failure, but this boy is a formidable opponent and cannot be underestimated," Ninth Tianzun and Seventh Tianzun said solemnly.
Hearing this, the black figure raised his head slowly. His face was pale and eerie, his tall frame radiating a grotesque and bloody aura. He looked like a ghastly zombie puppet.
"You're from the Lei Clan, huh?" The towering figure's gaze fixed on Mo Yu, his voice cold.
"The Hall of Souls has really gone all out, sending not only the Seventh and Ninth Tianzun but also Third Tianzun." Mo Yu glanced at Third Tianzun, his tone steady.
"Your strength has indeed exceeded our expectations, but an ant cannot topple a tree. Today, Yuan Manor will be destroyed!" Third Tianzun sneered, a sinister grin spreading across his face.
"Third Tianzun, this boy wields a terrifying thunder technique. We suffered greatly because of it. Be cautious," Seventh Tianzun warned grimly.
Third Tianzun smirked, a trace of amusement flickering in his cold eyes.
"Don't worry. For this mission, the Hall rewarded me with an eighth-tier pill.
Now, I am no longer at the peak of Dou Zun. I have stepped into the realm of Ban Sheng!"
Ban Sheng!
These two simple words struck like thunder, reverberating in the ears of the Seventh and Ninth Tianzun.
Third Tianzun had reached the Ban Sheng level?
This realm was a coveted dream for Seventh and Ninth Tianzun. They knew all too well how challenging it was to cross that threshold. Some might spend their entire lives trying and still fail.
The Hall of Souls had actually bestowed an eighth-tier pill upon Third Tianzun, allowing him to break through to Ban Sheng. Their envy was palpable.
Of course, they understood that while the pill was crucial, Third Tianzun had been only a step away from the breakthrough. Yet it was often that final step that blocked most people.
Seventh and Ninth Tianzun exchanged glances. Their envy faded, replaced by cold smirks as they turned their gaze toward Mo Yu.
With a Ban Sheng powerhouse overseeing the battle, the Hall of Souls was once again in a position of overwhelming advantage.
"Ban Sheng..."
Mo Yu's brow furrowed deeply.
This Third Tianzun was no longer just a peak Dou Zun but a genuine Ban Sheng!
The Hall of Souls had pulled out all the stops.
"Mo Yu, considering your status, if you surrender and come with me to the Hall of Souls, I'll spare your life," Third Tianzun said indifferently.
Though Mo Yu had defeated the combined forces of Seventh and Ninth Tianzun, making him unrivaled among Dou Zun, Third Tianzun had transcended that level. He was now a Sheng-level powerhouse, even if only a Ban Sheng.
Mo Yu paused for a moment before sneering, "Are all Hall of Souls members so confident? How about you surrender instead? I'll spare your dog lives."
Hearing this, Third Tianzun's expression darkened. With a twisted grin, he said, "You're a sharp-tongued brat. Since that's the case, I'll personally take you down."
As his words fell, Third Tianzun moved like lightning, appearing before Mo Yu in an instant, his hand reaching for his shoulder.
Mo Yu stared coldly at the approaching hand, a fierce glint flashing in his eyes.
He had been saving a Black Thunder Talisman for such a moment. Trading it for a Ban Sheng's life would be worth it.
Just as he prepared to release the talisman, a hand extended from behind him, calmly grasping Third Tianzun's outstretched hand. At the same time, an indifferent voice echoed softly from behind.
"Take my master? You're not qualified."
At the moment his hand was caught, Third Tianzun's expression shifted slightly.
He realized that, in that instant, the Dou Qi flowing within him had suddenly stalled.
This scene sent waves of shock through him.
He was a Ban Sheng, yet his attack had been so easily halted. Could it be that the newcomer was also a Ban Sheng?
He snapped his head up, his gaze landing on the towering, icy figure behind Mo Yu.
"Who are you, and why are you interfering with the Hall of Souls?"
The imposing aura exuding from the man before him, coupled with the overwhelming pressure, made Third Tianzun's heart sink.
"Oh, Qing Zhi? You've awakened?"
As Third Tianzun's attack was blocked, Mo Yu turned around, his face lighting up with joy at the sight of the cold figure behind him.
"Thank you, Master, for the rebirth," Qing Zhi said, nodding slightly toward Mo Yu.
Then he continued, "Master, leave this one to me. I can handle it."
Hearing this, Mo Yu's eyebrows arched briefly before he nodded. With his exceptional soul perception, he could clearly sense that Qing Zhi now exuded an oppressive aura, one of extreme terror.
This kind of pressure was far beyond what even Third Tianzun in front of him could emit. Moreover, there was a faintly familiar presence mixed in.
Undoubtedly, it came from the Dou Sheng's remains.
"It seems the results are promising. Qing Zhi has indeed undergone a complete transformation," Mo Yu thought, letting out a sigh of relief. Then, under the slightly darkened gaze of Third Tianzun, he gracefully retreated.
"Who are you? Judging by your aura, you're clearly not from the Lei Clan. Why would someone of your strength serve a mere boy as master?"
Third Tianzun wanted nothing more than to intercept Mo Yu, but he knew the cold man before him was no ordinary foe.
Especially after hearing him address Mo Yu as "Master," his shock deepened.
What kind of power did that boy possess to make such a formidable individual serve him like a loyal subject?
"Is that… Elder Qing Zhi? How did his strength suddenly increase so much?"
The people of Yuan Manor, witnessing the scene, were visibly puzzled.
As a wise puppet, Qing Zhi was usually cold and unapproachable, seldom interacting with others, but his presence still attracted considerable attention.
Now, seeing Qing Zhi confront a Ban Sheng expert left them utterly astounded.
Among them, Ma Chen narrowed his eyes slightly, seemingly piecing things together.
After all, those distinctive golden eyes belonging to the Golden Warhorse Clan were too striking.
Humans couldn't possibly achieve such a rapid rise in power—unless, of course, he wasn't human…
Shaking his head, Ma Chen stopped pondering. Since he had boarded the Yuan Manor's ship, its growing strength could only benefit both him and the Golden Warhorse Clan.
In the arena, Qing Zhi remained indifferent to Third Tianzun's probing. "Leave, or die," he said coldly.
"Do you think I fear you?"
Third Tianzun sneered, his figure vanishing like a ghost, reappearing instantly before Qing Zhi.
With a swipe of his hand, black Dou Qi condensed into a strange crystalline layer, and a seemingly simple palm strike shot toward Qing Zhi.
Though the attack appeared unremarkable, it had enough force to turn even a high-level Dou Zun into pulp with a single hit.
Yet, as Third Tianzun unleashed his terrifying speed and powerful strike, Qing Zhi's expression remained unmoved.
With a stomp, Qing Zhi turned into a streak of icy white light, soaring into the sky. In an eye-catching display, he collided head-on with the incoming palm.
Boom!
The clash sent a terrifying shockwave rippling through the air, its deafening explosion audible for miles.
Crack!
As the energy storm spread, fine cracks began appearing on the massive palm imprint. Finally, with a loud crack, the energy palm shattered entirely.
Thump, thump!
The collision forced Qing Zhi back, his steps retreating over a dozen times through the void.
"Damn it! A true Ban Sheng!" Third Tianzun's face darkened as he sensed Qing Zhi's overwhelming power, on par with his own.
As his words fell, both the Hall of Souls and Yuan Manor members showed utter shock.
Qing Zhi—a Ban Sheng?
Even Mo Yu's eyebrows twitched slightly, a glimmer of joy flashing in his eyes.
The fusion of the Dou Sheng's remains had elevated Qing Zhi directly to a Ban Sheng. This result wasn't just satisfying—it was astonishingly rewarding.
After all, Qing Zhi had been merely a one-star Dou Zun before. To leap into the realm of Ban Sheng was an utterly terrifying progression!
"Damn it, again!"
Realizing Qing Zhi's strength, Third Tianzun gritted his teeth, his Dou Qi erupting like a volcanic explosion, filling the sky with its overwhelming presence.
Although Yuan Manor's sudden emergence of a Ban Sheng caught the Hall of Souls off guard, their mission could not afford failure.
In response to Third Tianzun's explosive Dou Qi, Qing Zhi unleashed his own powerful icy energy, freezing the world around them. The surrounding hundreds of miles transformed into a snow-white expanse.
Bang! Bang!
Terrifying gusts of force shot out from within the icy domain as the sounds of their fierce clashes echoed repeatedly. The ice layer thinned rapidly under their relentless exchanges.
Suddenly, an explosive sound reverberated, and a terrifying shockwave burst out, ripping apart the icy field. Black light and icy air intertwined, painting the sky in radiant bursts of color.
Boom!
As the ice shattered, two figures shot out, retreating over a hundred meters before stabilizing mid-air.
Mo Yu's gaze fixed on the figures, his eyes narrowing.
Qing Zhi's body bore visible palm imprints, evidence of having endured several of Third Tianzun's powerful blows.
Fortunately, Qing Zhi was no longer the same as before. His Dou Sheng-enhanced body had withstood the onslaught. Otherwise, it might've crumbled under such pressure.
Though slightly injured, Qing Zhi was clearly in better shape than Third Tianzun.
The latter looked disheveled, his clothes torn to shreds, blood faintly visible at the corner of his mouth, and his expression twisted in fury.
This time, Third Tianzun had suffered a significant loss.
Among the Hall of Souls' Nine Tianzun, Third Tianzun was notorious for his relentless and brutal combat style.
But against Qing Zhi—a puppet with no sense of pain and reinforced with a Dou Sheng's remains—such tactics proved ineffective.
Blow for blow, the outcome was obvious: the one relying on a flesh-and-blood body would inevitably suffer more.
Seeing this, Mo Yu finally breathed a sigh of relief.
Turning his gaze toward the Hall of Souls members, his heart brimmed with determination—he would make them pay for this, one way or another!
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