For exclusive access to 500+ advanced chapters and more, visit my Ko-fi page and support the journey:
ko-fi.com/laoyao95
Laoyao with L yeahh..thanks for the support.
or Support me at patreon for 500+ advanced chapters :
patreon.com/YaoIk
**
Whoosh!
Wu Mang shot into the tent like a cannonball, unleashing a violent force that erupted instantly.
With a sharp tearing sound, the tent exploded into countless fragments that scattered into the air, drifting down like snowflakes. The silver-eyed young man's ruthless move stunned the surrounding strongmen from the Black Tail Clan of the Sea Clan, leaving them too shocked to voice their anger.
"Shui Clan, how dare you!"
Inside the torn remnants of the tent, a figure seemed briefly dazed by Mo Yu's actions. Moments later, a furious roar filled with killing intent resounded across the sky, shaking the air.
By now, the outskirts of Ten Thousand Snake Island were swarming with people. Shadows filled every corner as if the entire Southern Sea had gathered here.
When the Shui Clan had arrived earlier with their murderous aura, many had anticipated a spectacle. Thus, the moment this enraged roar echoed, countless figures streaked through the air toward the commotion.
In the blink of an eye, figures filled the skies around the mountain peak.
As these people glanced at the peak and saw the forcibly shattered tent, surprise flickered in their eyes.
Though the Black Tail Clan ranked last among the eight Sea Clan branches, they were still a significant force in the Southern Sea, far stronger than the declining Shui Clan.
Many had assumed the Shui Clan would not dare to retaliate, but this unexpected display of aggression left everyone shocked and intrigued.
Rumors of the Shui Clan enlisting a formidable external ally had been circulating for some time, and now, these onlookers were curious to see the truth.
Ignoring the growing audience, Mo Yu and the Shui Clan members focused their gazes on the destroyed tent.
From within the rubble stepped a tall, muscular middle-aged man clad in black sea-patterned armor. His face was dark with fury, and the massive tail behind him swayed like a black spear, causing the air to ripple with each movement.
This man was none other than Wu Jun, the current leader of the Black Tail Clan and a Dou Zun expert!
"Who are you, boy? Why have you trespassed into our Black Tail Clan's camp and injured my clansmen?"
Wu Jun's cautious gaze swept over Qing Zhi before settling on Mo Yu, his voice low and cold. He had initially been skeptical about the Shui Clan having such a powerful ally, but this scene had dispelled his doubts.
Realizing the Shui Clan's newfound strength, Wu Jun regretted his earlier haste. Had he known, he would not have acted so recklessly.
However, retreating now would mean humiliation, especially with so many eyes watching. The Black Tail Clan, as a prominent force in the Southern Sea, could not afford such a disgrace.
Mo Yu chuckled and said, "I am Mo Yu, a guest elder of the Shui Clan. As for why I injured your clansmen..." A sly smile spread across his face. "Patriach Wu, could it be you've grown forgetful? This is clearly the Shui Clan's camp. How did it suddenly become the Black Tail Clan's?"
Wu Jun's expression flickered with unease before he quickly masked it. His voice turned frosty. "Hmph! This area was abandoned when I arrived. Since the Shui Clan lacked the means to maintain it, my Black Tail Clan took over. What's wrong with that?
"If you retreat now, I can overlook this. But if you persist, don't blame me for being merciless!"
Hearing Mo Yu's unfamiliar name, Wu Jun frowned. This mysterious youth, accompanied by a Dou Zun powerhouse, was an enigma he couldn't unravel.
Before Wu Jun could strategize further, a voice interrupted.
"Big Brother, you mustn't let them go!" Wu Mang, still heavily injured, glared hatefully at the Shui Clan.
"Shut up!" Wu Jun snapped, silencing him.
If it had been before, he wouldn't have hesitated to avenge Wu Mang. But with the Shui Clan now having a Dou Zun ally, rash actions were unwise.
Wu Mang froze, his gaze still seething with resentment as he stared at Mo Yu.
"Patriach Wu," Mo Yu shook his head mockingly. "Perhaps it is you who should retreat."
Wu Jun's face darkened. "You dare! No matter who you are, if you insist on opposing my Black Tail Clan, don't blame me for being ruthless!"
Having his authority challenged in front of so many spectators, Wu Jun unleashed his aura. The terrifying energy rippled out like a surging tide, suffocating those nearby.
"This is my final warning. Retreat now, and I will spare you. Otherwise—"
Before he could finish, Qing Zhi stepped forward. The overwhelming aura emanating from Wu Jun was instantly shattered by Qing Zhi's even stronger presence.
"Damn it! A Dou Zun indeed! Who is this man?"
Feeling the oppressive strength emanating from Qing Zhi, Wu Jun's heart sank. His expression grew darker, realizing Qing Zhi's power might even surpass his own.
Mo Yu observed the exchange, his brow furrowing slightly. Although he wasn't a Dou Zun yet, his strength and sharp perception allowed him to discern much.
From what he could tell, Qing Zhi, despite being a newly advanced Dou Zun, had significantly improved his control over the Ice Sovereign Qi. Combined with the Frost Spirit Silver Thunder he wielded, Qing Zhi's power was already at the peak of a one-star Dou Zun, rivaling the likes of Tian Shuang Zi.
While Wu Jun was also a formidable one-star Dou Zun, his foundation seemed weaker, likely due to the limited resources of the Southern Sea compared to the Central Plains.
On the mountaintop, the clash of two vast energies intertwined like dragons, creating an oppressive atmosphere.
The suffocating pressure bolstered the Shui Clan's morale while leaving the Black Tail Clan members pale and trembling. Even their breathing grew labored as fear filled their eyes.
Shui Ling watched in astonishment, her joy undisguised.
A Dou Zun! This was a peak existence in the Southern Sea. Since the passing of their last patriach, the Shui Clan had fallen into decline, lacking such a powerhouse.
Now, with a Dou Zun ally, the Shui Clan's position among the Five Major Clans would be secure once more!
The sudden surge of powerful energy stirred a wave of commotion among the onlookers.
Staring at Qing Zhi, who stood silently beside Mo Yu, everyone was stunned. It was only now that they realized the unassuming man had been a genuine Dou Zun all along!
With this revelation, the rumors of the Shui Clan hiring a powerful ally were confirmed.
Some factions that had been eyeing the Shui Clan's position among the Five Major Clans sighed in resignation.
After all, being part of the Five Major Clans wasn't just a mark of status; it also granted access to Ten Thousand Snake Island, a treasure trove of ancient relics and inheritances.
It was said that most of the five major clans had risen to prominence through the legacies obtained on the island.
Among the Five Major Clans, the Xuan Clan—renowned as the strongest—had never missed any opening of the Ten Thousand Snake Island.
"Patriach Wu, what's your decision? Will you return this camp to the Shui Clan, or not?" Mo Yu crossed his arms, his tone light yet carrying an unmissable edge.
Wu Jun's expression darkened as he glared at Mo Yu. After a tense pause, he finally gritted his teeth and spat, "Hmph, mountains and rivers will meet again. In the upcoming martial contest, I'll see just how capable your Shui Clan truly is!"
"Let's go!"
The smile on Mo Yu's face only fueled the burning rage in Wu Jun's heart. Yet, he understood the current situation clearly. With Mo Yu aiding the Shui Clan, their strength was no longer inferior to the Black Tail Clan.
A wise man knows when to retreat. Engaging in battle now would only benefit other forces. Thus, suppressing his fury, Wu Jun gave a wave of his hand and led his men back down the mountain path, his face as dark as a storm cloud.
The many Black Tail Clan members followed behind, dejected and dispirited, resembling beaten dogs as they packed up their camp and retreated.
"Mo Yu, don't celebrate too soon. One day, the Black Tail Clan will reclaim this humiliation!" As Wu Mang passed by Mo Yu, he paused, his tone icy and threatening.
"Whenever you're ready," Mo Yu replied with a calm smile.
"Hmph!"
Wu Mang's face twitched, his eyes sweeping coldly over the Shui Clan members before he left, his expression filled with venom.
As the retreating Black Tail Clan faded into the distance, the Shui Clan members erupted into cheers. Their gazes toward Mo Yu were now filled with newfound respect and reverence.
When their dignity had been trampled, it was this man who had led them to reclaim it. At this moment, they realized just how wise it had been to invite Mo Yu as their ally.
A soft exhale escaped from Shui Muqing and Shui Muxue, the tension in their hearts finally easing. They stole a glance at Mo Yu, admiration flickering in their eyes.
Even in the face of a renowned powerhouse like Wu Jun, Mo Yu had shown no fear. That composure was truly impressive.
"Set up the camp again," Mo Yu instructed with a faint smile.
"Yes!"
At this point, Mo Yu's words carried considerable weight among the Shui Clan. As soon as he spoke, the members responded in unison, scattering to reestablish their camp.
Seeing this, Shui Muqing and Shui Muxue exchanged wry smiles.
The Shui Clan's united response made it seem as if Mo Yu wasn't an outsider but their actual clan leader. Yet, despite their thoughts, an inexplicable sense of reliance began to form in their hearts as they gazed at him.
With the skirmish over, the figures hovering in the sky began to disperse, somewhat disappointed. The battle they had eagerly anticipated never broke out. However, they left with valuable information: the Shui Clan's position among the Five Major Clans was temporarily secure.
The keyword was "temporarily." After all, their Dou Zun-level expert was merely an invited ally. If relations soured or Mo Yu left, the Shui Clan might once again face dire straits.
"Mo Yu, though you've scared off the Black Tail Clan today, they won't swallow this humiliation quietly. Be cautious," Shui Muqing reminded softly.
Mo Yu nodded slightly. "For now, my priority is securing a spot on Ten Thousand Snake Island. No matter what, I will set foot on that island. If the Black Tail Clan dares to interfere, they can't blame me for being ruthless."
Looking at Mo Yu's calm yet steely expression, Shui Muqing also nodded slowly.
"I'm not too worried about the Black Tail Clan. Among the Eight Sea Clans, they rank seventh, and their performance in the last martial contest was only thirteenth. They shouldn't pose much of a threat to your goal.
However, the Black Tail Clan is close to the Blood Fang Clan, which ranks among the top three. If they get involved..."
"Then we'll deal with it as it comes," Mo Yu said nonchalantly. Walking to the edge of the mountain summit, he narrowed his eyes toward the center of Ten Thousand Snake Island.
As long as he could resurrect She Lao, nothing else mattered. He was utterly determined.
"That direction should be where the ancient ruins have emerged, right?" Shui Muxue asked from the side.
Mo Yu nodded. He could sense the faint distortions in space over there, a clear indication of powerful barriers set up by the ruins' master.
"These ancient ruins are fraught with danger. They're guarded by numerous ancient corpse puppets of formidable strength, not to mention the peculiar mechanisms within. Even Dou Zun powerhouses must tread carefully," the blue-robed elder Shui Cang explained from behind.
"The ruins are sealed within a spatial barrier, which occasionally develops cracks due to spatial fluctuations.
That's why we top-tier forces in the South Sea Region guard this area—not only to prevent outsiders from intruding but also to repair the cracks and stabilize Ten Thousand Snake Island."
"Interesting," Mo Yu mused, raising an eyebrow. It seemed the ruins had endured the ravages of time.
No wonder Yao Lao had urged him to come here. Clearly, the key to resurrecting She Lao lay on Ten Thousand Snake Island.
Thinking this, Mo Yu's hand unconsciously brushed against the purple-gold scale gifted by Su Yao, the Valley Master of Sound Valley.
As if sensing something, the usually cold scale emitted a faint warmth.
"The opening of Ten Thousand Snake Island is drawing near. In these few days, please rest well, Mo Yu. Whether you can secure a spot depends on your performance in the upcoming martial contest," Shui Cang said earnestly.
Mo Yu nodded slightly, his gaze sweeping over the verdant mountains surrounding them.
With his keen soul perception, he could sense faint but immense auras hidden in the area. His eyes flickered with surprise.
As expected of Ten Thousand Snake Island—it had drawn so many Dou Zun-level experts. The competition for the spots would undoubtedly be a bloody battle.
-----------------------------------------------------------
For exclusive access to 500+ advanced chapters and more, visit my Ko-fi page and support the journey:
ko-fi.com/laoyao95
Laoyao with L yeahh..thanks for the support.
or Support me at patreon for 500+ advanced chapters :
patreon.com/YaoIk