Chapter 521: The Half-Saint Qing Zhi!
"Seventh Heavenly Lord and Ninth Heavenly Lord… they've been defeated."
Outside Yuan City, every gaze was fixed on the tall, young figure in the sky. Compared to the renowned reputations of the two Heavenly Lords, Mo Yu seemed insignificant, but at this moment, the powerful aura radiating from this young figure filled everyone with dread.
"The Lord… Has he really grown this powerful?"
Elder Bing, Ma Chen, and others stared in astonishment at the figure. After a long pause, their eyes lit up with extreme joy. The Seventh and Ninth Heavenly Lords were well-known powerful figures on the continent, and Mo Yu defeating such experts was an achievement that even the Soul Palace would have to take seriously.
"Ninth Heavenly Lord, what's going on? Why is this kid's strength so terrifying?" The Seventh Heavenly Lord forcefully suppressed the turmoil in his body, glaring at the terrifying young figure in front of him.
He couldn't have imagined that even he, the dignified Seventh Heavenly Lord of the Soul Palace, would nearly be killed by a young junior!
"I don't know either! His strength has increased rapidly, and his techniques are strange and unpredictable. That Thunder Orb is far more powerful than before!" The Ninth Heavenly Lord wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, confusion flashing in his eyes. The difference between Mo Yu's previous black-gold Thunder Orb and the current purple-gold one was like night and day. Even when he and the Seventh Heavenly Lord joined forces, they couldn't stand a chance.
"Enough. If this kid is so troublesome, we'll leave him to the Third Heavenly Lord," the Seventh Heavenly Lord said coldly.
Hearing this, the Ninth Heavenly Lord nodded and turned to look at Mo Yu in the distance.
"Mo Yu, don't get too full of yourself. I want to see if you can really save Yuan Manor today!"
The Ninth Heavenly Lord took a deep breath and suddenly formed a series of complex hand seals. As his hand seals changed, the space around him began to ripple, and a spatial tear slowly opened.
As the spatial tear widened, a terrifying, chilling aura seeped out.
"More Soul Palace reinforcements?" Mo Yu frowned and said in a low voice, sensing the sinister aura.
The tear in the fabric of space continued to expand, the eerie aura growing stronger. Then, a black figure slowly stepped out of the rift, appearing before the eyes of all.
"Old Seven, Old Nine, I can't believe you actually used the spatial jade slip."
The black figure's indifferent voice echoed as it emerged.
"Third Heavenly Lord, we failed in this mission, but this kid is no ordinary opponent. He's a tough one," the Seventh Heavenly Lord said grimly.
Hearing this, the black figure slowly raised its head. Its face was cold and sinister, its body tall and imposing, with a visage as grotesque as a zombie puppet.
"A brat from the Lei Clan, huh?" The black figure's gaze settled on Mo Yu in the distance as it spoke in a chilling voice.
"Soul Palace really came prepared. Sending the Seventh and Ninth Heavenly Lords wasn't enough, so they even brought the Third Heavenly Lord," Mo Yu said, his tone serious as he glanced at the Third Heavenly Lord.
"Your strength is indeed beyond what we expected, but a mere ant cannot shake a tree. Today, Yuan Manor will be destroyed!" The Third Heavenly Lord grinned coldly.
"Third Heavenly Lord, this kid has a powerful thunder technique. The Ninth and I both suffered from it earlier. Be careful," the Seventh Heavenly Lord warned, his face dark.
Hearing this, the Third Heavenly Lord was indifferent, but a playful smile crossed his face, like a cat toying with a mouse.
"No need to worry. For this mission, the Soul Palace rewarded me with an eighth-grade pill. So now, I am no longer at the peak of the Dou Zun level… I am a Half-Saint!"
Half-Saint!
Those two simple words hit the Ninth and Seventh Heavenly Lords like a thunderclap. They stared at the Third Heavenly Lord in disbelief.
The Third Heavenly Lord had reached the Half-Saint level?
Reaching the Half-Saint level was something the Ninth and Seventh Heavenly Lords had dreamed of, but they knew how incredibly difficult it was to reach. Many spent their whole lives trying and still couldn't succeed.
But now, the Soul Palace had rewarded the Third Heavenly Lord with an eighth-grade pill that helped him reach the Half-Saint level, a reward that made them both envious.
They also knew that while the eighth-grade pill was precious, it was because the Third Heavenly Lord had already been just one step away from becoming a Half-Saint. However, it was that final step that stopped most from ever reaching the level.
The Ninth and Seventh Heavenly Lords exchanged a glance, and after their envy faded, they smiled coldly at Mo Yu. With a Half-Saint powerhouse like the Third Heavenly Lord present, the Soul Palace now held the upper hand in the attack on Yuan Manor.
"Half-Saint…" Mo Yu's brow furrowed.
He hadn't expected that the Third Heavenly Lord was not a peak Dou Zun, but a genuine Half-Saint! The Soul Palace had truly gone all out!
"Mo Yu, because of your status, if you surrender and come with me to the Soul Palace, I might spare your life," the Third Heavenly Lord said flatly.
Although Mo Yu had defeated both the Seventh and Ninth Heavenly Lords, his strength made him invincible only among the Dou Zun level. The Third Heavenly Lord, however, had transcended that level and was now a 'Saint,' even if only a Half-Saint.
Hearing this, Mo Yu paused, then laughed coldly. "Do all Soul Palace members have such confidence? How about you surrender, and I'll spare your life?"
The Third Heavenly Lord's face darkened at Mo Yu's words. He sneered, "You've got quite the sharp tongue, boy. Since that's the case, I'll personally capture you."
As soon as he finished speaking, the Third Heavenly Lord's figure blurred, and in an instant, he appeared in front of Mo Yu, reaching out to grab his shoulder.
Mo Yu's eyes narrowed as the Third Heavenly Lord reached for him. He had a Black Thunder Talisman saved for this moment, and he was ready to use it, even if it meant exchanging it for a Half-Saint's life.
But just as he was about to release the Black Thunder Talisman, a hand suddenly appeared from behind him, calmly grabbing the Third Heavenly Lord's outstretched hand. At the same time, an indifferent voice echoed from behind him.
"You are not qualified to take my master."
The moment his hand was caught, the Third Heavenly Lord's expression changed slightly. He realized that, for a brief instant, the Dou Qi in his body had stalled. This discovery sent a wave of shock through him.
He was a Half-Saint now. Could the person who stopped him also be a Half-Saint?
He quickly raised his head and saw a tall, cold figure standing behind Mo Yu.
"Who are you, and why are you interfering with the Soul Palace's affairs?" the Third Heavenly Lord asked, his heart sinking as he faced the calm yet overwhelming pressure from the stranger.
"Oh, Qing Zhi? You've awakened?" Mo Yu's face lit up with joy when he turned and saw the tall figure behind him.
"Yes, thanks to you for helping me rebuild my body," Qing Zhi nodded at Mo Yu, then said, "Master, leave this one to me. I can handle him."
Mo Yu raised his eyebrows slightly, then nodded. He could sense the immense, terrifying pressure coming from Qing Zhi, a pressure that even the Third Heavenly Lord couldn't match. There was also a faint, familiar aura about him—it was likely due to the Dou Saint skeleton.
"It seems the result is good. Qing Zhi has truly been reborn," Mo Yu thought with relief, then retreated gracefully, leaving the battlefield to Qing Zhi.
"Who are you? Judging by your aura, you're not from the Lei Clan. Why would someone with your strength serve a mere boy?" the Third Heavenly Lord asked, though he wanted to stop Mo Yu, knowing the man in front of him was no easy opponent.
Even more shocking was that this powerful figure was willingly serving Mo Yu.
"Is that… Elder Qing Zhi? How did his strength suddenly become so powerful?" The people of Yuan Manor were equally puzzled.
Qing Zhi, being a wise and silent puppet, had always been distant and cold, but he still drew attention. Now, seeing him stand up to a Half-Saint left everyone stunned.
Ma Chen, who had always been curious about Qing Zhi's identity, narrowed his eyes, seeming to have a realization. After all, those distinctive golden eyes of his were too striking.
If Qing Zhi wasn't human, then rapid growth like this wasn't impossible...
Shaking his head, Ma Chen stopped thinking about it. Yuan Manor growing stronger would only benefit him and the Golden Warhorse Clan in the long run.
Qing Zhi remained expressionless in response to the Third Heavenly Lord's question. "Leave, or die," he said coldly.
"You think I'm afraid of you?" the Third Heavenly Lord sneered, and with a swift movement, he appeared in front of Qing Zhi.
His palm, covered in a strange black crystal layer, struck at Qing Zhi with deadly force. This seemingly ordinary strike could turn even a high-level Dou Zun into a pile of mush.
However, Qing Zhi's expression didn't change at all. In an instant, his foot stomped on the air, transforming into a white flash, and he collided head-on with the Third Heavenly Lord.
"Boom!"
The two clashed, sending out a terrifying shockwave that echoed for miles around.
"Crack!"
The immense force caused the giant palm imprint to crack. As the cracks spread, the energy burst apart with a loud bang.
"Thud, thud!"
The Third Heavenly Lord was forced back ten steps in mid-air by Qing Zhi's powerful counterattack.
"Damn it, he's really a Half-Saint!" The Third Heavenly Lord's face darkened as he realized that Qing Zhi's strength was on par with his own.
As he spoke, both Soul Palace members and Yuan Manor disciples were shocked. Qing Zhi was a Half-Saint?
Mo Yu's eyes gleamed with joy. The fusion with the Dou Saint skeleton had elevated Qing Zhi to the Half-Saint level, which was a much better result than he had expected.
After all, Qing Zhi had only been a one-star Dou Zun before, and now he had leaped to become a Half-Saint. The improvement was astonishing!
"Damn it, let's go again!" the Third Heavenly Lord growled, his Dou Qi surging like a volcano. Even though Yuan Manor had unexpectedly gained a Half-Saint, the Soul Palace could not afford to fail!
At the same time, Qing Zhi unleashed his own powerful icy energy, freezing the land for hundreds of miles around, turning the entire area into a frozen world.
"Boom! Boom!"
Violent shockwaves erupted from within the icy landscape as the two continued their fierce battle. The layers of ice rapidly thinned under the onslaught.
With a loud explosion, the ice shattered, and two figures flew out of the frozen world, retreating over a hundred meters before they managed to stabilize themselves.
Mo Yu's sharp eyes focused on the two figures, his gaze narrowing.
Qing Zhi bore visible palm imprints on his body, evidence of the powerful blows he had taken from the Third Heavenly Lord. However, thanks to his new Dou Saint body, Qing Zhi had endured the attacks without breaking.
While Qing Zhi had been slightly injured, the Third Heavenly Lord was clearly in much worse shape. His hair was disheveled, his clothes were torn, and blood dripped from the corner of his mouth. He looked far more ragged than before.
This time, the Third Heavenly Lord had clearly suffered a heavy blow. Among the Nine Heavenly Lords of the Soul Race, the Third Heavenly Lord was known for his reckless fighting style. While that approach worked well against most opponents, it was useless against Qing Zhi, who felt no pain and had the body of a Dou Saint.
In an exchange of blow for blow, a living opponent would always be at a disadvantage against Qing Zhi, who was practically a living puppet.
Seeing this, Mo Yu breathed a sigh of relief.
Looking at the remaining Soul Palace members, he vowed to settle the score thoroughly.
(End of Chapter)
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