Chapter 351: The Thunder Gold Orb Unleashes
"Soul Wind!"
Hearing the name spoken by the black-robed man before him, Mo Yu's silver eyes narrowed, and his expression changed slightly.
He had assumed that the person summoned by Wu Protector would be a strong figure from the Soul Hall. But unexpectedly, it turned out to be someone from the Soul Clan!
Mo Yu wasn't unfamiliar with the name Soul Wind. As memories surged in his mind, he recalled who this person was—none other than the future young leader of the Soul Clan!
If Mo Yu remembered correctly, this individual was one of the Soul Clan's top talents, comparable to Xun'er's position within the Gu Clan, and a bearer of the Soul Clan's rare divine-grade bloodline!
In the original story, Soul Wind made his first appearance many years later with the strength of a two-star Dou Saint, putting immense pressure on Xiao Yan during their battle for the 'Purifying Lotus Demon Flame.'
Mo Yu realized the Soul Clan had produced two bearers of the divine-grade bloodline in a thousand years, and now, unexpectedly, one of them had been sent here to the Northwest Continent.
Thinking of this, Mo Yu's face turned grim.
A divine-grade bloodline bearer was considered the core of the eight great ancient clans. Outside of the Gu Clan, the other ancient clans could hardly find even a few people with a ninth-grade bloodline. For the Soul Clan, even with two bearers of a divine-grade bloodline, they were immensely valuable. Yet here they were, sending one to deal with Mo Yu.
It seemed that when Mang Tian led the Black Demon Army to search for him, it had piqued the Soul Clan's interest.
In the midst of this realization, the sudden arrival of Soul Wind created an oppressive atmosphere, casting a heavy pressure over everyone present.
Though Soul Wind appeared youthful, the faintly powerful aura emanating from his body felt like the crushing pressure of the deep sea, making even the Dou Zong experts hesitant to breathe too loudly.
What shocked everyone the most was that breaking through space was a technique reserved for Dou Zun-level experts!
Although it was clear to the onlookers that Wu Protector had summoned this black-robed young man through a special method, the fact remained: someone capable of summoning such a person hinted that there was likely a Dou Zun standing behind them.
The Mu Lan Elders and Yan Luotian were visibly delighted by this turn of events. Despite some friction between them and Yunlan Sect, they remained on the same side. Now, with Yun Shan summoning such a powerful ally, the tide of battle seemed to be turning once again in their favor.
On the other hand, experts like Hai Bodong and Jia Xing Tian were filled with unease. Their gazes were fixed on the black-robed youth, weighed down by a deep sense of gravity.
Strangely, they felt a noble pressure coming from him—like the instinctive fear that a low-level magical beast feels in the presence of a high-level one.
"Wu Protector, thank you for your trouble. I didn't expect the Hall to send you, Soul Wind. It's like using a butcher's knife to kill a chicken," Wu Protector said, his earlier arrogance gone as he stood beside the black-robed youth with a respectful smile.
"I volunteered for this. Initially, I thought that a genius pursued so earnestly by the Black Demon Army of the Thunder Clan would be an extraordinary figure. But seeing you now, you're so weak. Don't blame me if I don't hold back. And if I happen to cripple you, I doubt that hot-tempered clan leader of the Thunder Clan will hold it against me," Soul Wind replied, a faint smile tugging at the corners of his lips.
Wu Protector laughed obsequiously, "Of course! Soul Wind, you're one of the top talents of the clan. Even the older generation can't compare to you. And with the clan lord and elders behind you, even if the Thunder Clan takes issue, they might lock you up for a bit to placate them, but no serious punishment will come your way."
Soul Wind was unsurprised by this response. His gaze shifted slightly, falling on Mo Yu as he spoke coldly, "Since I began cultivating, I've rarely fought those weaker than myself. I'm known for fighting those stronger than me, and I've never lost, whether against opponents within or outside the clan. Even though your strength is quite low, I can't let you off easily. How about this—I'll give you three moves."
Soul Wind stood tall, looking down on Mo Yu with an air of superiority. Given his status and rank, if Mo Yu hadn't attracted the attention of the clan, Soul Wind wouldn't have spared him a second glance.
Hearing this, Mo Yu's expression remained unchanged, calm and unruffled. But inside, a flicker of anger began to stir.
It had been a long time since someone of his generation had treated him like an insect. While Soul Wind was indeed a top talent in the Soul Clan, Mo Yu felt a growing surge of killing intent.
"Perfect! Since I also specialize in fighting those above my level and have never been defeated, why don't I give you three moves instead?" Mo Yu's voice was cold as he stared back at Soul Wind.
This bold statement caused a stir among the crowd. No one had expected Mo Yu to respond so defiantly to this mysterious black-robed youth.
Lin Yan and Liu Qing exchanged glances, a faint, bitter smile on their lips as they shook their heads in admiration.
The Palace Master is always the Palace Master. Since his days at Jia Nan Academy, he had crushed his peers, and now, facing this terrifyingly powerful youth, he still showed no fear.
Soul Wind's face froze at Mo Yu's words. His pitch-black eyes, as cold and terrifying as an abyss, grew even more chilling, and his expression turned icy.
The atmosphere atop Yunlan Mountain instantly became tense, and a suffocating pressure settled over everyone. It was clear to all that this usually calm and expressionless black-robed youth was truly angered by Mo Yu's words.
"In that case, don't blame me for not holding back!"
Boom!
As soon as Soul Wind's words fell, thick black Dou Qi surged out from his body, filling the air with a chilling aura that spread across the battlefield.
"A three-star Dou Zong!"
Feeling the overwhelming power radiating from Soul Wind's body, even Yun Shan, Yan Luotian, and other Dou Zong experts showed expressions of shock.
This seemingly young man, who looked to be in his early twenties, was already a three-star Dou Zong! Such a talent was unparalleled on the entire Northwest Continent, and perhaps only the most powerful clans and sects in the Central Plains could produce someone so extraordinary.
Mo Yu's silver eyes narrowed as he sensed the immense power Soul Wind was displaying. It was no wonder this man was considered on par with Xun'er as a supreme genius of the ancient clans.
Soul Wind was, without a doubt, the most formidable peer Mo Yu had faced since his rebirth.
At only twenty years old, Soul Wind had already reached the level of a three-star Dou Zong. If he activated his divine-grade Dou Emperor bloodline, his strength could surge rapidly, just as Xun'er had demonstrated in the original story.
Considering that this man would become a two-star Dou Saint in just over a decade, Mo Yu couldn't help but marvel at the immense power of the divine-grade Dou Emperor bloodline.
"Let me see what makes a descendant of the Thunder Clan's vassal family so special that you dare speak such bold words."
With those words, Soul Wind wasted no more time. Raising his right hand, he extended his slender index finger.
Instantly, thick black Dou Qi gathered at the tip of his finger, forming a sharp, spiral bullet no larger than half a finger.
With a slight movement of his arm, Soul Wind aimed at Mo Yu, the corner of his lips curving into a slight smile.
Bang!
The moment he fired, the black spiral bullet shot through the air at lightning speed, tearing across the sky above Yunlan Mountain. Those with weaker strength felt an invisible pressure weigh down on them.
Seeing the attack, the experts on the Jia Ma Empire's side turned pale. Even the Little Fairy Doctor nearly rushed in to help.
"Poison Sect Leader, since Cousin Mo Yu dared to speak such bold words, I'm sure he has his own countermeasures. It's best not to interfere in the fight," Xiao Li hesitated for a moment before advising the Little Fairy Doctor.
After spending considerable time with Mo Yu in the Black-Corner Region, Xiao Li had come to understand him well. He knew that Mo Yu wouldn't take on an opponent unless he had full confidence in his chances.
Hearing Xiao Li's words, the Little Fairy Doctor paused, recalling Mo Yu's calm and confident demeanor during their time in the Magical Beast Mountain Range. After a brief moment of hesitation, she chose to trust him and held back.
She knew that while she herself might not be a match for the black-robed youth, Mo Yu might indeed be able to pull off the impossible.
Back on the battlefield, Mo Yu's silver eyes narrowed as the black spiral bullet came speeding toward him. Without wasting any time, he stepped forward, unleashing an overwhelming wave of Dou Qi far surpassing that of an ordinary Dou Huang.
Wielding the Divine Might Black Thunder Spear, Mo Yu's aura reached its peak, his powerful body like that of a beast, revealing the full might of his perfected Thunder Body.
Clang!
The spear clashed with the black bullet, producing a sharp, ear-piercing sound that echoed through the air.
Feeling the tremendous force on his arms, Mo Yu gritted his teeth as the Vermilion Bird Scorching Thunder surged from his palm, racing along the spear like a serpent and attacking the black bullet.
Under the assault of the Vermilion Bird Scorching Thunder, the bullet's power weakened significantly. Sensing the shift, Mo Yu's body crackled with lightning as his arms, like iron, channeled his formidable strength into the Black Thunder Spear.
"Shatter!"
With a loud shout, Mo Yu's spear, glowing with red lightning, smashed the black bullet into pieces.
"Oh?"
Seeing this, Soul Wind's expressionless face showed a flicker of surprise. "That body of yours, along with that peculiar lightning, isn't ordinary."
While Soul Wind's spiral bullet appeared simple, with his vast Dou Qi infused into it, it could easily kill a typical seven- or eight-star Dou Huang in one strike.
Yet Mo Yu, a newly advanced one-star Dou Huang, had managed to break the bullet. This ability to fight above his level had certainly caught Soul Wind's attention.
"Your talent is decent. You'd outshine 80% of the geniuses in my clan."
Soul Wind, hands clasped behind his back, looked down at Mo Yu from above, offering a faint assessment.
"Haha, your talent isn't bad either," Mo Yu chuckled.
Soul Wind was destined to become the Soul Clan's young leader. With such a high-ranking bloodline and extraordinary talent, if it weren't for Mo Yu's own numerous trump cards, he would have already fled.
Hearing Mo Yu's words, Soul Wind let out a cold laugh. "You've got a sharp tongue, but let's see if your strength lives up to it."
Without waiting, Soul Wind's figure blurred as he shot toward Mo Yu.
His five fingers formed a sharp, black blade, stabbing straight for Mo Yu's vital points.
The moment Soul Wind closed in, alarm bells went off in Mo Yu's mind, and he quickly retreated. But even though his speed was impressive, it was still a far cry from Soul Wind's level.
However, Mo Yu wasn't without tricks to bridge the gap.
Just as the black blade was about to strike him, Mo Yu's figure vanished with a whoosh.
"Spatial teleportation?"
Soul Wind's cold, lifeless eyes widened slightly. The residual spatial fluctuations left behind by Mo Yu were something only a Dou Zun could create!
It wasn't just Soul Wind. The experts on Yunlan Mountain were also stunned, their jaws dropping in astonishment.
Spatial teleportation was a technique reserved for the continent's elite!
"It seems I've encountered someone interesting after all," Soul Wind muttered, a faint smile appearing on his lips as he looked at where Mo Yu had reappeared.
He could tell that Mo Yu's spatial teleportation wasn't innate, but likely powered by some kind of rare item. Nonetheless, it piqued his curiosity.
As Soul Wind regarded Mo Yu with the look of a predator eyeing its prey, Mo Yu's heart tensed.
That terrifying speed Soul Wind had displayed earlier must have been the result of an advanced Earth-tier movement Dou Technique. With the Soul Clan's resources, learning such techniques would be child's play for Soul Wind.
A three-star Dou Zong paired with a high-tier movement Dou Technique meant that without his Shattered Void Lightning, Mo Yu would've been unable to evade even one of Soul Wind's strikes.
As Mo Yu pondered this, he suddenly felt his heart tighten. Without hesitation, he activated the Shattered Void Lightning, moving instantly.
Just as Mo Yu's figure vanished, a massive black claw slashed through the space where he had stood, distorting the very air.
"Haha, so it's a game of cat and mouse now?" Soul Wind chuckled.
Atop Yunlan Mountain, Mo Yu continuously teleported using the Shattered Void Lightning to dodge Soul Wind's relentless attacks.
However, after only a few minutes, Soul Wind began to detect a pattern in Mo Yu's short-range teleportations, allowing him to predict where Mo Yu would reappear.
Though Mo Yu managed to narrowly evade each attack, his robe was torn to shreds by the lingering energy from Soul Wind's strikes. Crimson cuts crisscrossed his body, leaving him looking battered and bloodied.
After another narrow escape, Mo Yu's frustration mounted. He quickly communicated with Xiao Jin through his mind, and soon, his palm opened, revealing a small Thunder Gold Orb.
As the Thunder Gold Orb materialized in his hand, the surrounding space trembled violently.
Hovering mid-air, Mo Yu's silver wings fluttered behind him, his face pale, while in his hand, a golden orb crackled with electric currents.
An overwhelming sense of destructive energy emanated from the Thunder Gold Orb, causing everyone present to look on in shock and fear.
Even Soul Wind's typically calm expression wavered slightly at the sight of the orb.
He could clearly sense the terrifying power contained within the golden orb.
"Now this is getting interesting..."
(End of chapter)
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