Chapter 389: Aokiji Takes Action, The Power of the Devouring Thunder
Mo Yu's words left everyone in the square utterly stunned. While his performance so far had been remarkable, for him to talk like that to Elder Black Sword of Myriad Sword Pavilion seemed far too bold.
The members of the Tang family sneered, believing that Mo Yu's defiance of Elder Black Sword was a clear path to self-destruction.
Even Lan Yuan couldn't help but sigh inwardly. He couldn't understand why someone as calm and composed as Mo Yu would say such reckless words. The Myriad Sword Pavilion was one of the most powerful factions in the Central Plains, with immense strength. Among its elite were the Four Sword Guardians, each possessing the might of an eight or nine-star Douzong. Their status was second only to the leader of the Myriad Sword Pavilion.
Elder Black Sword, one of these four Sword Guardians, wielded the Black Dragon Roaring Sky Sword, a peak seventh-grade weapon, and was renowned for his terrifying strength. Even in the vast Central Plains, an eight-star Douzong like him was an exceptionally powerful force. While Mo Yu was indeed an exceptional fighter within his level, he was now up against an immensely famous eight-star Douzong—someone far beyond a mere Douhuang.
Lan Bingbing's face turned pale, and she bit her lip anxiously. She tightly clenched her hands as she watched the situation unfold, deeply regretting how things had turned out. In her eyes, if she hadn't invited Mo Yu to get involved in the dispute between the Tang and Lan families, he wouldn't have hurt Sun Wuji and brought the wrath of the Myriad Sword Pavilion upon himself.
As she was lost in self-recrimination, a pair of warm hands gently grasped her own. She looked to her side and saw that it was her sister, Lan Yingying.
"Sister…" Lan Bingbing looked at her, mist forming in her bright eyes.
"Don't worry, Bingbing," Lan Yingying said softly, running her fingers through her sister's smooth hair. "Mo Yu wouldn't be so reckless unless he had a plan. He may have something up his sleeve."
Even as she spoke these reassuring words, Lan Yingying couldn't help but feel that her hope was somewhat unfounded. After all, Elder Black Sword was someone on the verge of becoming a Dou Zun. No matter how powerful Mo Yu was, or how much dominance he held in the Black-Corner Region, he was still just a Douhuang—and this was the Central Plains.
"Hahaha…"
As everyone's thoughts raced, Elder Black Sword burst into laughter. But it wasn't a pleasant sound—it was filled with anger. Over the years, no young upstart had ever dared speak to him like this, especially not to his face!
"It seems the younger generation grows more and more arrogant. Fine! I'll humor you today and see for myself why you think I'm not 'qualified!'"
His laughter echoed through the square, but the underlying fury was unmistakable. Elder Black Sword was truly enraged by Mo Yu's words.
Hearing the anger hidden within the laughter, Lan Yuan and the others felt their hearts sink further. Mo Yu, however, remained calm, his strange silver eyes fixed coldly on the laughing elder, a glint of ice flashing within them.
Mo Yu wasn't eager to provoke Myriad Sword Pavilion, but that didn't mean he would let them deal with him as they pleased. Going to the pavilion's headquarters would be a fool's errand—on their turf, he'd be at a severe disadvantage. Even with his many hidden abilities, he knew the odds would not be in his favor if all their forces were mobilized against him. He wasn't about to put himself in that kind of danger.
Elder Black Sword might be an eight-star Douzong, but Mo Yu wasn't afraid. With his numerous trump cards, he wasn't just confident about escaping; if it came to it, he could even kill the elder.
Under Mo Yu's cold gaze, Elder Black Sword's laughter faded, and his face darkened. His bony hand curled slightly as black light flickered, forming sharp, blade-like energy at his fingertips, ominously gleaming like sword auras.
"Let's see if you can escape me today," Elder Black Sword muttered, his voice dripping with killing intent. With a single step, his body disappeared in an instant.
Seeing this, Lan Yuan and the others felt their hearts skip a beat. Elder Black Sword had indeed made his move.
Lan Bingbing's face turned even paler as her delicate hands trembled. Suddenly, she broke free from Lan Yingying's grip and darted forward, positioning herself in front of Mo Yu just as Elder Black Sword reappeared.
"Bingbing!" Lan Yuan's face turned ashen as he shouted in panic.
"Foolish girl!"
Elder Black Sword glanced at Lan Bingbing with cold disdain. He waved his sleeve, and a powerful force surged forward, heading straight for her.
Under such immense pressure, even Lan Bingbing couldn't help but feel fear. Just as she braced herself for the worst, a sudden force pulled her backward, and she found herself caught in Mo Yu's arms as he swiftly retreated.
"Hmph!"
Elder Black Sword snorted coldly as he advanced. The black light flickered beneath his feet, and his figure blurred. In a flash, he was already above Mo Yu, his black sword-claw shimmering with destructive energy, aiming directly at Mo Yu's head.
Seeing the elder unleash such a vicious attack on Mo Yu, the faces of Lan Yuan and the others grew grim. Lan Bingbing, who had just been rescued, looked on in horror, her body trembling uncontrollably.
Just as the deadly black claw was about to strike, a flash of icy blue light erupted in front of Mo Yu, and a figure emerged from within.
Boom!
An icy-white arm shot out from the blue light, meeting Elder Black Sword's sword-claw with immense force. The impact sent a bone-chilling wave across the square, causing the ground to crack like a spider's web.
Thud!
The clash only lasted a moment before Elder Black Sword was forced back, his body trembling as he staggered several steps through the air before finally regaining his balance.
The sudden turn of events stunned everyone. The fact that even Elder Black Sword couldn't withstand the attack left everyone speechless with shock.
Regaining his balance, Elder Black Sword stared at the icy figure that had just appeared, his face filled with surprise. "Who are you? This is Myriad Sword Pavilion's business. Don't interfere!"
Under his gaze, the icy-blue light dissipated, revealing a humanoid figure made entirely of ice. The figure was slender and had the form of a human, yet its red eyes and faint golden glow made it look more like a beast.
"Don't harm my master!"
The ice figure's cold, raspy voice echoed throughout the square, sending chills through the onlookers.
"A servant of Mo Yu? How could he have such a powerful servant?" Elder Black Sword was stunned, his eyes full of disbelief. What shocked him even more was that this servant's strength was clearly greater than his own!
"I told you, you're not qualified to take me."
Mo Yu's icy voice came from behind the figure as he stepped forward, glaring coldly at Elder Black Sword.
The elder's expression twitched, his voice filled with resentment. "I underestimated you. To think you'd have a servant at the peak of the Douzong level…"
Hearing this, both the Lan and Tang families froze in shock. A servant at the peak of Douzong? How was that even possible?
"Aokiji, kill him."
Mo Yu's command was cold and emotionless as he pointed directly at Elder Black Sword.
"Yes, master!"
Without hesitation, Aokiji stomped his foot and shot forward like a streak of light, heading straight for Elder Black Sword. A bone-chilling cold followed in his wake, sending a freezing aura across the ground.
Seeing this, Elder Black Sword's face darkened. He knew from their brief clash that Aokiji was stronger than him. Even more troubling was the mystery behind Mo Yu, a man who could command such a powerful servant. Could he be from one of the secret noble families of the Central Plains?
"Mo Yu, even if you have powerful backing, Myriad Sword Pavilion's honor cannot be trampled upon. If you come with me to the main pavilion and apologize, perhaps the Swordsmith Master will spare your life!"
As he dodged Aokiji's attack, Elder Black Sword called out, trying to negotiate.
"Hmph! There's no need. The Myriad Sword Pavilion is nothing to me. You must be dreaming if you think I'll apologize," Mo Yu scoffed.
Hearing Mo Yu belittle the Myriad Sword Pavilion once again, Elder Black Sword's face darkened further.
"Tang Hao, I'll hold him off. You take that brat! If you capture him, I'll handle the Swordsmith Master's wrath!" Elder Black Sword shouted.
Tang Hao hesitated for a moment, then nodded. "Understood, Elder Black Sword. I'll take care of him personally."
Despite his wariness of Mo Yu's background, Tang Hao was eager to take revenge for his son's near-death experience. Now, with Elder Black Sword's support, he wouldn't miss the opportunity.
"Everyone, surround him!" Tang Hao ordered.
Seeing the Tang family encircle him, Mo Yu sneered. "The Myriad Sword Pavilion is insignificant to me, and your Tang family is even less than that."
As he spoke, a crackling sound echoed from his body. White lightning danced around him, devouring the surrounding energy and forming a web of electric power.
The energy surged wildly as Mo Yu's power spiked.
"Devouring Thunder!" Mo Yu stomped his foot, and the lightning snakes shot out, covering dozens of meters around him. Enveloped by the lightning, Mo Yu looked like the incarnation of a thunder god, his aura utterly terrifying.
(End of Chapter)
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