Chapter 352: Black Gold Thunder Orb vs. Clan Mark Power
"A mere Dou Huang can unleash such powerful attacks? Could this kid really be a hidden genius of the Thunder Clan?"
Soul Wind muttered to himself, his face slightly serious. The Thunder Gold Orb in Mo Yu's hand made him feel a tinge of danger.
With such profound strength and mastery of mysterious thunder techniques, this boy could definitely become a formidable enemy of the Soul Clan in the future!
Thinking this, Soul Wind stopped underestimating Mo Yu and unconsciously viewed him as a must-eliminate opponent.
A surge of immense, dark black Dou Qi gushed out from Soul Wind's body like a tidal wave. His body, like a black abyss, began absorbing the surrounding energy crazily.
In just a few moments, that vast Dou Qi formed a massive black tornado in the sky, spanning over twenty meters wide, completely engulfing his figure within the raging storm.
On the ground, countless eyes stared at Soul Wind, who effortlessly summoned this enormous windstorm with just his Dou Qi. People couldn't help but gasp in awe.
None of the Dou Zong experts present could perform such a technique.
The enormous black tornado spun violently around Soul Wind, the fierce winds sweeping the ground below and causing many people to stumble and fall.
Those with weaker strength were forced to retreat, some falling to the ground in fright as they gazed up at the massive tornado that seemed to span the sky and earth.
Such power, reminiscent of a force of nature, was summoned by the mysterious black-robed man alone. It was truly terrifying.
The howling winds ravaged the skies above Yunlan Mountain, causing waves of trees to sway and ripple through the forest below. Waves of green, like a tidal wave, surged from the center and spread outward in circles.
Seeing Soul Wind suddenly make such a big move, Mo Yu was momentarily taken aback. Then, a cold smile appeared on his pale face.
He glanced at the golden orb in his hand. The Thunder Gold Orb, created by Xiao Jin combining the Vermilion Bird Scorching Thunder, Devouring True Thunder, and the Nine Profound Golden Thunder, had reached perfection in just a short time.
Moreover, because Xiao Jin had combined the energies and passed it directly to Mo Yu's hand, Mo Yu didn't need to exhaust his own Dou Qi or soul energy like Xiao Yan did when fusing the Buddha's Wrath Fire Lotus.
As long as Xiao Jin didn't slack off, Mo Yu could produce Thunder Gold Orbs endlessly. That was the terrifying power of a "Thunder Spirit"!
Mo Yu's eyes locked onto the massive black tornado, whose pulling force was so intense that it caused his body to sway even from a distance.
In his assessment, although Soul Wind appeared to be a three-star Dou Zong, his combat power was comparable to that of a high-level Dou Zong, possibly a six- or seven-star. This made sense—after all, he was one of the Soul Clan's top talents.
Taking advantage of this brief moment, Mo Yu glanced around the battlefield. Naturally, what caught his attention most were the battles between Yao Lao and Wu Protector, as well as Xiao Yan's fight against Yun Shan.
Although Yao Lao was in soul form, his Bone Chilling Flame rendered Wu Protector's strange chain attacks ineffective. The flame's unique properties made Wu Protector's defense seem clumsy.
As for Xiao Yan, his strength far exceeded his actual realm. With the Fire Spirit Puppet helping him, Yun Shan was unable to gain the upper hand.
Sensing Mo Yu's gaze, Xiao Yan noticed him as well.
When he saw the Thunder Gold Orb in Mo Yu's hand, Xiao Yan was momentarily stunned, his eyes flashing with surprise.
He could feel a destructive energy in that golden orb similar to the Buddha's Wrath Fire Lotus.
"So this is Cousin Mo Yu's trump card. No wonder…" Xiao Yan understood the devastating power of the Buddha's Wrath Fire Lotus, and the Thunder Gold Orb in Mo Yu's hand seemed no less powerful.
In the center of the battlefield, after briefly scanning the area, Mo Yu felt reassured. His wings fluttered lightly as his hand lifted, and under the watchful eyes of the crowd, the golden orb in his hand began to rise slowly.
Soul Wind, hidden within the massive black tornado, noticed Mo Yu's movements. His abyss-like eyes flashed with bloodlust as he channeled all his Dou Qi into the spinning wind, making it grow even darker and more menacing.
Seeing this, Mo Yu's expression became serious. With everything prepared, his hands swiftly formed seals.
As Mo Yu's hand seals changed, the golden Thunder Orb before him burst into dazzling golden lightning, shining like a miniature sun suspended in the sky.
"Go!"
With a shout, Mo Yu flicked his finger, and the golden orb shot out like a bolt of lightning, moving at an almost imperceptible speed.
Despite the immense and terrifying energy contained within the orb, it was eerily silent as it sliced through the air, leaving no trace of energy ripples. Its quietness made it even more unsettling.
Not far away, the Mu Lan Elders and Yan Luotian watched the faint streak of light flash across the sky. Though they were not the target, their Dou Zong-level senses told them that the energy within the orb was enough to kill them instantly.
Fear and regret filled their faces. Who could have guessed that the boy they had hunted years ago had grown this powerful?
They could only hope the mysterious black-robed youth standing against Mo Yu could kill him…
Under countless awestruck eyes, the Thunder Orb shot across the sky like a tiny meteor, finally crashing into the massive black tornado.
Compared to the enormous tornado, the orb was minuscule—like a bird flying into a mountain. It seemed unlikely that the collision would even cause a ripple.
However, size isn't everything.
"Explode!"
The moment the orb made contact with the tornado, a cold voice rang out like thunder in the sky.
Boom!
As soon as Mo Yu's voice fell, a golden thunder dragon erupted from the tornado, followed by a deafening explosion that seemed to shake the very heavens.
The explosion created a massive energy storm that swept out from the point of impact, spreading hundreds of meters in all directions.
The terrifying energy storm left everyone, including Yao Lao and Wu Protector, stunned as they turned in shock.
"How is this kid capable of creating such a terrifying Dou Technique without ever being part of the Thunder Clan? No wonder the Black Demon Army was sent after him. If I were one of the Thunder Clan's elders, I'd be thrilled to have such a talented descendant."
The golden thunder roared, filling the sky, mingling with the dense black Dou Qi. The resulting waves of energy rolled outward like a stormy sea, crashing in all directions.
The waves of destructive lightning spread so far that even distant parts of the battlefield were affected.
Some quick-witted fighters managed to escape, but those slower to react were hit head-on by the blast. Their chests felt like they'd been struck by hammers, blood spraying from their mouths as they died instantly under the raging lightning.
The golden lightning currents, like storm clouds, blotted out the sunlight over Yunlan Mountain.
With such overwhelming energy coursing through the air, all but a few strong individuals were forced to retreat, terrified of being caught in the deadly storm.
Gulp!
On the ground, several people couldn't help but swallow nervously. Those near the battle wiped cold sweat from their foreheads. Even the Dou Wang experts felt incredibly small and fragile in the face of such overwhelming power.
This kind of force was far beyond their capabilities.
Standing atop a high tree, Hai Bodong and the others looked disheveled as they descended from the sky.
The sudden onslaught of energy had caught them off guard, but thanks to their strength, they had only been rattled, not seriously injured.
"Is everyone alright?" someone asked after a quick glance around.
"We're fine. It seems that golden lightning only targeted the Yunlan Sect and Mu Lan Valley fighters. It avoided us," Xiao Li noted, deep in thought as he observed the battlefield.
Everyone paused at his words. Seeing that none of their allies were hurt, a wave of shock passed through them.
"Our leader is incredibly skilled, able to protect us even in the midst of such a fierce battle," Yin Gu muttered, his respect for Mo Yu deepening.
Who would have thought that Mo Yu, once just a Dou Huang, would now have the strength to challenge a Dou Zong? More astonishingly, he was only twenty years old!
"I wonder how the leader is faring," Lin Yan said, his face pale but eyes burning with excitement.
Though this battle had been intense, Lin Yan thrived on the thrill of it. He had long felt stifled by the tame training sessions at the academy.
Hearing this, Lin Xiuya and Liu Qing, who had suffered minor injuries, shook their heads but remained calm.
"Don't worry. Cousin Mo Yu will win," Xiao Li said with determination, gazing up at the sky.
Hearing his words, Zi Yan and the others nodded in agreement.
Since the founding of the Misty Cloud Pavilion, Mo Yu had always been an invincible figure in their minds. Even though the black-robed youth was powerful, they didn't believe Mo Yu would lose.
Just as everyone was deep in thought, the thick thunderclouds above began to stir. A massive vortex appeared, spinning faster and faster, drawing the surrounding energy toward it.
Suddenly, two figures were spat out from the vortex like discarded trash.
All eyes immediately turned toward them, and when they realized who they were, everyone breathed a sigh of relief.
The two figures were none other than the main combatants—Mo Yu and Soul Wind.
Unlike what some had expected, neither fighter seemed to be on the verge of defeat. Though both appeared weary and battered, they still retained much of their strength.
Everyone gasped. To survive such a fierce clash relatively unscathed, these two were monsters.
Mo Yu's silver eyes narrowed. Soul Wind was indeed the Soul Clan's most outstanding talent of his generation!
Soul Wind, meanwhile, twitched slightly, his face filled with frustration.
Now, he understood why Mo Yu had shown no fear—Mo Yu's strength was no less than his own!
More importantly, Mo Yu was still only a Dou Huang!
Others might battle beyond their realm, but Mo Yu was fighting across entire ranks!
"No wonder the elders in my clan are wary of you. The Thunder Clan has birthed an exceptional genius."
Taking a deep breath, Soul Wind suppressed his shock. His hands formed a seal, and a clan mark slowly emerged on his forehead.
As the clan mark appeared, Soul Wind's aura surged dramatically, approaching that of a high-level Dou Zong!
Sensing Soul Wind's power, everyone's faces froze, their mouths agape in disbelief. The black-robed youth had suddenly transformed into something akin to a death god.
"You've earned my respect, but I will be the one who wins!"
With a cold smile, Soul Wind's hands moved rapidly, forming complex seals. His icy black Dou Qi condensed into a dark palm print in front of him, so dark it seemed to absorb all light.
Screams echoed from the palm print, and twisted, tormented faces appeared within.
"Heavenly Fiend Soul Destroying Palm!"
The small, dark palm print held a chilling power, as if it came from the depths of the underworld, making the entire Yunlan Mountain fall silent.
Even Yan Luotian and Yun Shan, both Dou Zongs, broke into a cold sweat just looking at it.
Soul Wind clearly understood that if he didn't give his all, Mo Yu would defeat him.
As Soul Wind launched his attack, Mo Yu's expression became serious. He opened his right hand, and ten Thunder Gold Orbs appeared in his palm.
Under the astonished gazes of the onlookers, the ten orbs rapidly fused into one.
In the next moment, a black-gold Thunder Orb radiating earth-shattering energy formed, facing off against Soul Wind's dark palm.
"Black Gold Thunder Orb!"
(End of Chapter)
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