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Chapter 353 - Chapter 353: Defeating Soul Wind, Soul Clan Power Emerges

Chapter 353: Defeating Soul Wind, Soul Clan Power Emerges

Looking at Soul Wind's gloomy face in the distance, Mo Yu sneered coldly, flicking his finger at the Thunder Orb. The orb began to drift forward slowly.

As soon as the black-gold Thunder Orb left his hand, it began to swell rapidly. In the blink of an eye, it expanded from the size of a palm to a meter wide. The black-gold lightning that crackled across its surface made it look like a small, raging planet, bursting with terrifying and destructive power.

As the Thunder Orb grew, the space around it trembled violently. Small, black cracks started to spread in the air. The energy contained in the orb was so powerful that it was capable of tearing space apart!

Seeing the tiny black cracks forming as the Thunder Orb spun, Soul Wind's pupils shrank slightly. Even he felt immense pressure from this terrifying power.

"Haha, Mo Yu, it seems that among our generation in the Eight Great Clans, only you are worthy of being my rival!" Soul Wind's face twisted into a bloodthirsty grin as his fighting spirit soared. Mo Yu's continuous displays of power had earned Soul Wind's respect as a true equal.

The dark, terrifying Dou Qi surged from his body, and under the enhancement of his clan mark, Soul Wind's aura now rivaled that of a five- or six-star Dou Zong. Combined with his deep foundation, even a seven- or eight-star Dou Zong could meet their end under his attack.

The massive black palm print loomed over the sky. Those with stronger cultivation could barely maintain their composure, but many weaker fighters were trembling with fear. Some of the weakest even collapsed to the ground, terrified.

"Go!" Mo Yu's eyes locked onto the massive black palm print that Soul Wind had unleashed. With a flick of his finger, the giant black-gold Thunder Orb trembled slightly.

Suddenly, it shot forward, tearing through space with a shrill screech, transforming into a black-gold streak of lightning. It carried an unstoppable, violent energy as it hurtled toward the black palm print in the distance.

"Heavenly Fiend Soul Destroying Palm!"

Watching the black-gold streak race toward him, Soul Wind's lips curled into a cold smile. He shifted his hand, and with a shout, the massive black palm print surged upward. Black mist swirled violently, creating the momentum of a mountain crashing down.

"Destroy!" Soul Wind's hand seals shifted, and with a low growl, the black palm print, filled with his full power, collided head-on with the Thunder Orb.

The distance between the two attacks closed in an instant, and then—like two meteors—they smashed into each other with a devastating force, causing both Mo Yu and Soul Wind to brace themselves in tension.

Boom!

When the two attacks collided, the entire world seemed to fall silent for a moment. Then, the energy in the atmosphere suddenly went berserk. Chaotic, colorful energy erupted everywhere, as if trying to escape the impact zone.

The sudden explosion of energy caused everyone in the sky to stop their actions. Eyes wide with shock, they watched the collision in what had almost become a vacuum in the sky.

The terrifying energy waves that radiated from the clash between the Thunder Orb and the black palm print sent chills down everyone's spines. They knew that if those energies touched them, their bodies would likely be destroyed on the spot.

Boom!

The brief silence shattered, and a catastrophic energy storm erupted from the center of the impact! The storm spread across the sky, covering an area of nearly a hundred meters, forcing both sides of the battle to scatter in panic.

Even the strongest fighters knew that being caught in that storm would leave them severely injured, if not worse.

"Lord Mo Yu's power is truly terrifying." Several kilometers away from Yunlan Mountain, Lin Yan wiped the sweat from his brow as he looked back at the scene. Beside him, Lin Xiuya and Liu Qing both nodded with wry smiles.

On a treetop near Yunlan Mountain, the three Mu Lan Elders and Yan Luotian watched nervously as the lightning storm engulfed the sky. Despite being Dou Zong experts, the sheer destructive power on display made them fearful. After all, both Mo Yu and Soul Wind were capable of attacks that could easily kill even high-level Dou Zongs.

"Damn it, how did this kid become so powerful, and what is this Thunder Clan? Isn't Mo Yu supposed to be from a small family in the Jia Ma Empire?" muttered one of the Mu Lan Elders with a lion's head, his face dark with frustration.

Having witnessed Mo Yu's overwhelming abilities, the elders knew that he was no ordinary person. They also grew increasingly suspicious of his true origins, especially after hearing Soul Wind mention the Thunder Clan.

"Hmph! You didn't even bother to investigate properly before dragging me into this mess. How infuriating!" Yan Luotian, his face pale with fear, glared at the Mu Lan Elders and snorted coldly.

"I still have poison in my body. I won't be staying any longer!" With that, without waiting for a response, Yan Luotian flew off in the direction of the Golden Goose Empire.

However, after flying just a short distance, a ghostly figure suddenly appeared in front of him. His pupils shrank when he saw that it was none other than the person who had initially injured him—Xiao Yixian, the Poison Sect's leader.

Outside Yunlan Mountain, countless eyes turned to the sky once they had fled the range of the energy storm. Murmurs filled the air as everyone speculated about the outcome of the battle. Who would win: Mo Yu or Soul Wind?

Even Yao Lao and Wu Protector paused their fight, gazing at the fierce clash with awe.

"Damn it! How can this brat from the Thunder Clan be so strong? Lord Soul Wind is one of our clan's top talents and has never been defeated!" Wu Protector thought anxiously.

Yao Lao, too, was amazed as he observed the battle. "Heh, it seems the Thunder Clan is about to rise in power."

After pushing Yun Shan back, Xiao Yan watched in awe as the black-gold Thunder Orb unleashed devastating destruction. He was shocked by its power.

Then, as inspiration struck him, Xiao Yan wondered: If he could combine ten Buddha's Wrath Fire Lotuses, wouldn't the resulting power shake the heavens?

However, he quickly dismissed the idea with a bitter smile. He knew that creating just one Fire Lotus exhausted all his Dou Qi. The idea of creating ten and successfully merging them was far beyond his capabilities.

Despite not knowing how Mo Yu managed to create ten orbs equivalent in power to the Fire Lotus, Xiao Yan couldn't help but feel a deep admiration for him.

What Xiao Yan didn't know was that Mo Yu had a special advantage: his Thunder Spirit, Xiao Jin.

As everyone watched the battle, the massive energy storm in the sky finally began to dissipate after spreading a vast distance. However, there was still no sign of either combatant.

The stillness in the sky made everyone on the ground uneasy. They exchanged nervous glances, wondering if both fighters had perished in the storm.

Just as uncertainty filled the air, the sound of rushing wind broke the silence. A figure emerged from the fading storm.

All eyes immediately turned toward the figure, and those with sharp vision recognized who it was. Joyful shouts rang out across the battlefield.

"It's the helper the sect master called for! He's still alive!"

Hearing these cries of joy, the Yunlan Sect members finally relaxed, allowing relieved smiles to spread across their faces.

Although they didn't know much about Soul Wind's identity, since he was summoned by Wu Protector and fought against Mo Yu, they assumed he was on their side. And since he had survived, it meant Yunlan Sect had won, and the Jia Ma Empire would soon fall under their control.

But while the Yunlan Sect rejoiced, the alliance from the Jia Ma Empire looked grim. The mood was tense as they struggled to process the possibility of Mo Yu's defeat.

Even Xiao Yixian frowned slightly, unwilling to believe that Mo Yu had lost.

"Everyone, something's not right!" Hai Bodong suddenly shouted, his voice cutting through the gloom.

Whoosh!

Before anyone could question his words, another sharp sound tore through the sky. The lightning storm trembled briefly before a silver figure shot out from within.

The striking silver lightning wings were unmistakable.

"It's Lord Mo Yu! He's fine!"

Seeing those familiar lightning wings, the morale of the Jia Ma Empire's forces and Misty Cloud Pavilion soared, erupting into cheers.

Meanwhile, the Yunlan Sect members, who had been laughing moments before, fell silent as if someone had strangled their voices. Their faces froze in ridiculous expressions of shock.

In the sky, Mo Yu flapped his silver wings lightly, gazing at Soul Wind, who was now pale and weak, his energy nearly drained. With a cold smile, Mo Yu said, "Heh, this battle is mine!"

Although Mo Yu had sustained injuries in the clash, thanks to the Devouring True Thunder, he had quietly absorbed much of the energy from the storm to restore himself. As a result, he was in better shape than Soul Wind.

With a flap of his wings, Mo Yu turned into a silver streak of lightning, descending upon the weakened Soul Wind. In the blink of an eye, he appeared above Soul Wind, drawing shocked gasps from the onlookers below.

"Mo Yu, do you dare kill me?!" Soul Wind shouted in disbelief.

Mo Yu's response was a cold, mocking laugh. Red lightning surged across his fist, and with an unstoppable force, he smashed it into Soul Wind's chest.

"Hmph! Why wouldn't I dare?"

As his punch landed, Mo Yu's mocking voice echoed across the sky.

After a brief moment of thought, Mo Yu understood why the Soul Clan had sent Soul Wind. It seemed that the Eight Great Ancient Clans allowed the younger generation to challenge each other freely, and even if some were killed in the process, it wouldn't lead to war between the clans.

Since that was the case, Mo Yu had no reason to hold back. With Lei Ying and the entire Thunder Clan backing him, and with Soul Wind being the aggressor, even if he killed Soul Wind, the Soul Clan wouldn't dare to start a war with the Thunder Clan—especially with their thousand-year plans still incomplete.

Boom!

The dull sound of Mo Yu's fist striking Soul Wind's body echoed across the battlefield, causing everyone's hearts to clench in unison.

Pfft!

Blood sprayed from Soul Wind's mouth as he plummeted from the sky like a broken bird, crashing heavily into Yunlan Sect's arena.

Covered in blood, Mo Yu's chest heaved as his arms trembled slightly. The feeling of weakness creeping through his body made it clear that he had reached his limit.

Despite the shaky state of his silver lightning wings, Mo Yu kept his eyes fixed on Soul Wind, who lay motionless in a large crater below. Though Soul Wind's aura was faint, it hadn't completely disappeared.

Clenching his teeth, Mo Yu summoned the last of his strength. His black thunder spear flashed into his hands, and with one final surge of energy, he shot down toward Soul Wind to deliver the finishing blow.

"I will end this!"

But just as his spear was about to strike, an ancient voice rang out across the battlefield.

"Young one from the Thunder Clan, in battles between peers, victory should be enough. There's no need to take it too far."

In the next instant, the space around Soul Wind rippled violently. A shriveled, ghostly black hand shot out, moving with lightning speed.

With just a wave of that hand, a hurricane-like force sent Mo Yu and his spear flying backward. Even his body trembled under the intense pressure.

Struggling to stabilize himself, Mo Yu's eyes narrowed as he stared at the spot where the black hand had appeared.

A thin, ghostly figure, cloaked in dense black mist, stepped forward. Leaning on a staff engraved with sinister faces, the figure emerged from the spatial rift.

Mo Yu's pupils shrank at the sight.

"A Soul Clan expert!"

(End of Chapter)

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