Chapter 390: Total Defeat, The Tang Family's Patriarch, Tang Chen
Mo Yu was completely enveloped by a web of lightning, with electric serpents crackling around him. His body appeared larger and more muscular, likely due to the effects of the Devouring Thunder, making him look like a towering silver figure full of intimidating power.
Among the twelve mysterious types of thunder, the Devouring Thunder ranked last. However, in terms of boosting combat strength, it was still highly potent. After absorbing a massive amount of energy from the world around him, it gave Mo Yu an immense power boost.
After the surge in his aura settled, Mo Yu's gaze locked onto the Tang family members. He sneered coldly, "Come at me, all of you!"
Seeing Mo Yu fully armed and surrounded by such terrifying lightning, Tang Hao's eyebrows furrowed slightly. After covering himself with that powerful lightning, Mo Yu's strength now rivaled that of a nine-star Douhuang.
This young man had easily defeated the seven-star Douhuang Tang San when he was only a seven-star Douhuang himself. Now, having reached the level of a nine-star Douhuang, even Tang Hao wasn't sure if he could beat him.
"Damn it, what's this kid's background? A mysterious, powerful thunder, a six-grade weapon refiner, a peak Douzong servant—could he be from the Wind and Thunder Pavilion, those people who manipulate lightning? But I've never heard of someone like Mo Yu coming from there," Tang Hao thought darkly, his face gloomy.
At this point, all eyes were focused once again on the battle. Mo Yu's sudden surge in strength left many astonished, and they began to speculate about his origins. The Central Plains were vast, with countless hidden masters. Could this Mo Yu be from some secretive, powerful faction in the Central Plains?
Lan Yuan looked at this scene, uncertain, and turned to his daughter Lan Yingying. "Yingying, is Mo Yu really from the Northwestern Continent? With his abilities and talent, even the most outstanding young disciples of Myriad Sword Pavilion, like Tang Ying the Heavenly Sword, wouldn't be able to match him."
Lan Yingying hesitated. She had known Mo Yu for a while and knew that he came from a small clan in the Jia Ma Empire, where the strongest member was just a Dou Shi. But seeing Mo Yu now, standing against the Tang family's elite like a god of war, she could only smile bitterly.
"Mo Yu does come from the Northwestern Continent," she replied, "but his talent is incredible. Even in the Central Plains, he would be a peerless genius."
The Lan family members gazed at the silver-eyed youth on the battlefield, his majestic figure deeply imprinted in their minds. They knew they wouldn't forget this scene anytime soon.
"Tang Hao, finish him quickly!"
The harsh voice of Elder Black Sword rang out again, but this time, it carried a hint of urgency.
Mo Yu smirked, looking at the battlefield. The elder, who had seemed so superior earlier, was now being thoroughly suppressed by Qingzhi. With the help of the Ice Spirit Silver Thunder, Qingzhi's every attack forced the elder to retreat in a panic.
Despite his peak strength as an eight-star Douzong, Elder Black Sword was no match for Qingzhi's half-step Dou Zun power, especially with the Ice Spirit Silver Thunder. The elder's only saving grace was his powerful weapon, the peak seventh-grade Black Dragon Roaring Sky Sword. Without it, his situation would be even more precarious.
Still, it was clear to everyone that Elder Black Sword had no way of fighting back against Qingzhi. He was barely able to defend himself.
Tang Hao, seeing the elder's struggle, felt a chill run through him. He hadn't expected the ice-attribute fighter to be so powerful that even Elder Black Sword was on the verge of defeat. They needed to deal with Mo Yu quickly before things got worse.
"Attack!"
With a sharp command, Tang Hao gripped a large, gleaming blade that appeared in his hand. The blade's edge reflected a chilling light under the sun. At the same time, the other Tang family experts pulled out their weapons and rushed toward Mo Yu.
Swish! Swish! Swish!
Tang Hao led the charge, his large blade slicing through the air with ease, causing even the space around it to ripple. Despite his despicable nature, his strength was undeniable, and he was just as powerful as Lan Yuan—a half-step Douzong.
His deep-green Dou Qi swirled around him like a tornado, creating a sudden gust of wind that roared across the square. With a sneer, Tang Hao tightened his grip on the blade and stomped on the ground, his body turning into a blur as he shot toward Mo Yu like a lightning bolt.
The other Tang family Douhuang experts followed suit, unleashing various colored Dou Qi and aiming their weapons at Mo Yu.
Swish! Swish! Swish!
In an instant, seven or eight powerful attacks converged on Mo Yu. Blades of various shapes cut through the air, leaving streaks of blinding light as they slashed toward him.
Mo Yu smiled coldly. With a sharp stomp, the sound of thunder filled the air. His body trembled slightly, and blinding lightning flared around him, making him look like a being made of pure electricity. Under the influence of the Devouring Thunder, Mo Yu's speed was astonishing, leaving behind multiple afterimages that confused his opponents. He dodged all of the Tang family experts' attacks with ease.
Seeing that their initial assault had failed, the Tang family members struggled to keep up with Mo Yu's movements. He moved too fast for them to catch.
A smile tugged at Mo Yu's lips as he effortlessly evaded their attacks. Without warning, he launched a counterattack. Surrounded by lightning, he charged straight toward the Tang family members, his speed making him look like a bolt of thunder.
The Tang family experts were momentarily thrilled, thinking Mo Yu had foolishly chosen to engage them directly, abandoning his speed advantage. They prepared to trap him, but their expressions quickly changed when they saw the playful smirk on Mo Yu's face. Suddenly, a ripple of spatial energy emanated from him, and in the blink of an eye, his figure vanished.
"Spatial power!"
Lan Yuan, standing nearby, was astonished. As someone who was close to breaking through to the Douzong realm, he was familiar with this sensation. The fact that Mo Yu could use spatial power shocked him.
Tang Hao's face paled. Just as he was about to speak, Mo Yu reappeared, targeting a fire-attribute Tang family expert, who was an eight-star Douhuang and a high-ranking member of the Tang family. Seeing Mo Yu materialize in front of him, the man's face filled with fear. He instinctively tried to flee, but it was too late.
"Die!"
With a cold smile, Mo Yu gathered a massive amount of lightning in his hand, which crashed down on the expert's head like a thunderbolt from the heavens. The blinding light of the attack momentarily outshone the sun.
Boom!
Before the shocked gazes of the crowd, Mo Yu's terrifying lightning punch crushed the expert instantly. The man, once a prominent figure in the Tang family, was killed on the spot.
"You little brat, how dare you!"
Tang Hao roared furiously, his voice echoing through the sky.
"This is only the first one," Mo Yu replied with a chilling smile. He reappeared in front of another Tang family expert and struck again with his lightning-infused fists. Without even checking to see if his opponent had survived, he immediately moved on to the next target.
Under the combined might of the Spatial Thunder Step and the Devouring Thunder, Mo Yu moved like a god of death. Each time his figure appeared, another Tang family member fell. Whether they tried to run or fight back, it made no difference—they were utterly helpless before Mo Yu's overwhelming power. The once-bustling Tianyuan Square turned into a slaughterhouse in mere moments.
The spectators gasped in horror as they watched this terrifying scene unfold. The Tang family experts, who once held significant status in Western Wilderness City, were now being slaughtered like lambs by Mo Yu. The brutal spectacle left the audience shaken to their core.
One thought began to rise in everyone's minds: after today, the name Mo Yu would spread far and wide across the Central Plains' Western Region.
After a few short minutes, Mo Yu turned his gaze toward Tang Hao, who had just barely managed to stand. His clothes were tattered, and underneath his robe, a faintly glowing protective armor was visible, clearly a powerful item. It was this armor that had saved his life during Mo Yu's rampage.
Tang Hao's face was twisted with hatred, his bloodshot eyes glaring at Mo Yu. He had watched as Mo Yu slaughtered his Tang family's elites, one by one, like animals. From the force of Mo Yu's attacks, it was clear that few, if any, had survived. His family had suffered heavy losses.
"Mo Yu, you dare to kill my Tang family's people? We will never stop until you're dead!" Tang Hao spat, his voice trembling with rage.
"Haven't we already reached that point?" Mo Yu replied with a cold smile. Just as he was about to make a move and end Tang Hao, a low, rumbling sound suddenly echoed through the sky above Tianyuan Square.
Mo Yu's smile deepened as he glanced upward. In the sky, Qingzhi wielded two icy spears, surrounded by shimmering ice crystals. In a fierce clash, Elder Black Sword had been forced back, a trace of blood seeping from the corner of his mouth.
Qingzhi's sheer physical strength, combined with the icy power of the Ice Spirit Silver Thunder, was more than a match for most powerful Dou Techniques. Even though Elder Black Sword was armed with a powerful seven-grade sword and his combat strength rivaled that of a peak Douzong, defeating Qingzhi was beyond him.
With each passing moment, Elder Black Sword's attacks grew weaker, and it was clear to everyone that it was only a matter of time before he was completely defeated.
"Damn these Tang family weaklings!"
Elder Black Sword cursed inwardly, his face dark with anger. The pressure from Qingzhi's relentless assault was immense. Glancing at Mo Yu, he realized that if he didn't bring the boy back to Myriad Sword Pavilion, he would face severe punishment from both the pavilion master and the Sword Forging Elder.
Gritting his teeth, Elder Black Sword shouted to Tang Hao, "Tang Hao, call out Tang Chen! Does your family intend to be destroyed today?"
Hearing the elder's shout, Tang Hao's face twisted with fury. He glared at Mo Yu, venom in his voice. "You brat, kill my Tang family, and you'll never leave here alive!"
With those words, he retrieved a blood-red jade piece from his storage ring and crushed it in his hand.
The moment the jade shattered, a figure instantly appeared before Tang Hao. The sudden presence startled him, and he quickly stepped back.
Boom!
"How dare you kill my Tang family! I don't care who you are—today, I'll tear you to pieces!"
The bloodthirsty roar echoed across Western Wilderness City, silencing the entire city for a moment. Everyone turned their eyes toward the source of the voice, their faces pale with fear.
On Tianyuan Square, just as Mo Yu grabbed hold of Tang Hao, the sharp sound of wind cutting through the air rang out. A shadow shot toward the square with incredible speed, the murderous aura it exuded palpable even from a distance.
"Boy, release Tang Hao, or die!"
From afar, the shadow locked its gaze on Mo Yu, who was gripping Tang Hao. Its angry roar echoed throughout the square.
Seeing this newcomer, Mo Yu paused for a moment, realizing who it was. A cold smile spread across his face, and he returned the insult with equal fury.
"Where did this old dog come from? Leave now, or die!"
(End of Chapter)
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