Chapter 391: Ruthless and Decisive, the Power of the Thunder Silver Eyes
Mo Yu's sharp words towards Tang Chen left everyone in the square stunned.
Even though his earlier performance was astonishing—single-handedly defeating the Tang family's strongest warriors, including Tang Hao—the man standing before him now was different. This was Tang Chen, the most powerful figure of the Tang family.
Decades ago, Tang Chen had been a renowned figure in Xihuang City, and though he had remained dormant for nearly twenty years, his name still instilled fear.
"Tang Chen, the men of your Tang family all died at this boy's hands! Hurry and capture him!" shouted Elder Black Sword from the sky, overjoyed to see Tang Chen appear.
"Ice Age!"
Before Elder Black Sword could finish his words, a flash of icy light pierced through his sword aura. Accompanied by the chilling voice of Qingzhi, a massive ice pillar, tens of meters high, came crashing down on his Black Dragon Roaring Sword. Under this immense power, Elder Black Sword let out a muffled groan, blood trickling from the corner of his mouth.
"Elder Black Sword?!"
At the elder's cry, a man in a yellow robe with a red face stopped in midair, frowning as he glanced at the battle between Qingzhi and Black Sword. His expression turned grave. His experienced eyes saw that Black Sword was being pushed back, completely outmatched by this mysterious ice-attribute fighter.
"Stop watching! That man is the boy's bodyguard. Just focus on subduing that brat! Hurry up, or else all the deaths in your Tang family will be in vain!" Elder Black Sword shouted furiously as Tang Chen stood there, stunned by Qingzhi's power.
Hearing this, Tang Chen's face tightened, revealing a hint of shock. Elder Black Sword was one of the Four Sword Guardians of Wanjian Pavilion, wielding the seventh-grade pinnacle weapon, the Black Dragon Roaring Sword, making him on par with the top fighters of the Dou Sect. His strength was unparalleled across the central continent's four major regions, second only to the Pavilion Masters.
And yet, the once mighty Elder Black Sword was now being pushed back by a mysterious ice-attribute fighter, who was merely the bodyguard of the boy? Tang Chen's sinister gaze shifted to Mo Yu in the sky. After a brief pause, his tone softened somewhat.
"Boy, release Tang Hao now, and I'll let this matter slide."
The square fell silent, and many in the crowd were caught off guard by Tang Chen's change in attitude. Soon after, they understood his reasoning, and some even gave him understanding looks.
After all, Mo Yu was young, yet extremely powerful, and with a bodyguard of Dou Sect peak strength at his side, it was clear he had an impressive background. The Tang family was no match for Wanjian Pavilion. Provoking the powers behind Mo Yu could bring unimaginable trouble.
Mo Yu, however, remained expressionless, glancing at Elder Black Sword, who was struggling against Qingzhi's relentless attacks. Given the situation, it wouldn't be long before Black Sword was severely injured or even killed by Qingzhi.
Seeing this, Mo Yu's confidence grew, and he turned to Tang Chen with a cold smile.
"Your Tang family first threatened me, then attacked me in groups. Do you think you can just let this go with a few words?"
Tang Chen frowned deeply. His family had already suffered significant losses, and the cost had been steep. Yet Mo Yu still refused to let the grudge go. Could it be that his earlier concession made this boy believe the Tang family was weak?
As these thoughts crossed Tang Chen's mind, Mo Yu's lips suddenly curled into a bloodthirsty smile. His thunderous hand moved swiftly towards Tang Hao's head.
"Boom!"
With a horrific scream, Tang Hao, the Tang family patriarch who had been a dominating figure in Xihuang City for years, had his head smashed like a watermelon by Mo Yu's strike, reduced to a sticky mess of blood and flesh.
"Tang Hao, dead!"
The entire square fell into stunned silence as everyone stared in shock at the lifeless Tang Hao. The man who had once harbored grand ambitions of ruling Xihuang City was dead, just like that.
Even Lan Yuan, Tang Hao's longtime rival, felt a chill run down his spine as he watched his adversary fall. His gaze shifted to Mo Yu, whose figure now appeared like the embodiment of both Death and Thunder. Lan Yuan narrowed his eyes.
"What ruthless methods!" he thought, astonished by Mo Yu's display of power.
Mo Yu had single-handedly crushed the Tang family, and his guardian, Qingzhi, had shown a terrifying strength. Mo Yu's decisiveness in killing Tang Hao revealed a fearsome nature that sent shivers down Lan Yuan's spine. Of all Mo Yu's traits, it was this cold, stone-like heart that was the most terrifying of all.
"I'm glad I didn't abandon him earlier. Otherwise…"
Lan Yuan recalled the joint attack of the Tang family and Wanjian Pavilion and sighed in relief.
"You wretched brat! I don't care who your elders are—after killing so many of my Tang family, I will not let you leave here alive!" Tang Chen's eyes burned with rage. He looked at Mo Yu, who had just killed Tang Hao in front of him, and his fury seemed to scorch the very air of the square.
"As I said, your Tang family isn't worthy," Mo Yu replied calmly, as if he had merely killed a chicken.
"You brat! I swear by the Tang family ancestors, I will crush every bone in your body! I'll make you beg for death!" Tang Chen's voice rang out like the howl of a vengeful ghost, his curses echoing across the battlefield.
But Mo Yu paid no attention to the venomous threats. He had heard far too many threats by now, and none of them had ever been carried out.
As Tang Chen finished speaking, his body flickered and transformed into a streak of light, hurtling towards Mo Yu with deadly intent. His killing intent was so intense that many in the square felt a chill down their spines.
Mo Yu's expression remained unchanged as he flashed a cold smile. His hands moved swiftly, gathering massive amounts of Dou Qi and thunderous power. Noticing Mo Yu's actions, Tang Chen, despite his rage, couldn't help but feel a sense of caution. After all, he was no fool. He knew better than to let anger cloud his judgment.
Sensing the terrifying power within Mo Yu's hand gestures, Tang Chen's expression grew serious. Blood-red Dou Qi surged from his body, instantly forming a massive blood-colored hammer, engraved with complex runes. The hammer looked as though it had been forged from the blood of countless slaughtered souls, radiating a chilling aura.
"Die, you little brat! Asura Demon Hammer!"
With a maniacal laugh, Tang Chen's eyes gleamed with unbridled bloodlust. At that moment, he didn't care about Mo Yu's background. He only wanted to crush this loathsome boy with his hammer to vent his fury.
Mo Yu's eyes narrowed as white thunder crackled around his body, consuming the surrounding energy like a ravenous wolf. In mere moments, Mo Yu's aura grew exponentially stronger, and if he had been barely at the level of a Nine-Star Dou Emperor before, he was now teetering on the edge of becoming a Dou Sect expert.
"What kind of secret art is this? It's terrifying…" Elder Black Sword, still battling Qingzhi in the sky, couldn't help but feel alarmed as he observed Mo Yu's power surging.
In the central continent, many sects had secret techniques to temporarily boost power. Whether it was the 'Three Mysterious Changes of Skyfire' from the Burning Flame Valley or the 'Thunder God Descent' from the Wind and Thunder Pavilion, many could achieve similar effects. Even Wanjian Pavilion had a technique like this, but they all had severe side effects. Yet Mo Yu's technique seemed to have no such drawbacks.
"This boy's methods are endless. His background must be extraordinary. I need to call for backup from within the Pavilion…"
Realizing the gravity of the situation, Black Sword clenched a black, sword-shaped pendant in his hand and crushed it. After sending his distress signal, he turned a cold gaze towards Mo Yu and smiled grimly.
In the square, Mo Yu's hand movements grew faster as his power neared the Dou Sect level. A small, thunderous handprint formed in his palm, crackling with energy so intense that even the spectators could feel its terrifying force.
"Thunder Emperor's Art, Thunder-Breaking Strike!"
With a furious roar, Mo Yu hurled the thunderous handprint straight at Tang Chen's massive blood hammer. At the same time, his silver eyes began to glow, pulsating with the power of lightning.
Moments later, the clear sky was consumed by dark clouds, and the sound of thunder filled the air. Bolts of lightning as black as ink swirled ominously within the clouds, slithering like silver snakes ready to strike.
As the crowd watched in awe, they realized that these terrifying storm clouds circled only around Mo Yu.
"Are these lightning bolts summoned by Brother Mo Yu?" Lan Bingbing asked, her beautiful eyes wide with surprise.
"It's those silver eyes! I saw them once before in the Mulan Empire. I never imagined they'd become this powerful…" Lan Yingying gasped, covering her mouth in shock.
"I've never heard of such a powerful family with silver eyes in the central continent…" Lan Yuan muttered as he listened to the sisters' conversation, focusing on Mo Yu's mysterious silver eyes. He was certain this youth was not just some ordinary man from the northwest, but the memories of any such power eluded him.
As Lan Yuan pondered, Mo Yu, now surrounded by countless lightning bolts, smiled coldly, his gaze fixed on Tang Chen.
"Divine Thunder, World-Destroying Eyes!"
At his command, the gathered thunderclouds erupted, releasing their devastating energy. Lightning rained down, and with a sudden shift in direction, the bolts all homed in on Tang Chen.
"Clang!"
Countless bolts of terrifying lightning, each carrying immense destructive force, crashed down on Tang Chen's body. The sound of sizzling echoed throughout the square.
At the same time, the Thunder-Breaking Strike clashed with the Asura Demon Hammer, sending shockwaves across the battlefield. The force of their collision tore apart the square, creating large cracks that spread in all directions, even causing parts of the spectator stands to collapse.
"Get out of here! This fight is far beyond our reach," Lan Yuan ordered his family, flaring his Dou Qi wings to escort them away.
Lan Bingbing bit her lip, her worried gaze still on Mo Yu, now the eye of this lightning storm.
"Don't worry, Bingbing. Mo Yu won't lose. We need to leave before we get caught in the aftermath," Lan Yingying said with a sigh, trying to comfort her sister.
"Alright…" Lan Bingbing hesitated but finally nodded.
She wasn't one to act rashly. Seeing the intensifying shockwaves, she knew that even as a Dou King, a single misstep could cost her life.
Once Lan Yuan and his family retreated, Mo Yu felt relieved. No longer holding back, he coldly eyed Tang Chen and sneered.
With a cold laugh, Mo Yu pointed a finger at the sky and commanded, "Go!"
The atmosphere shifted drastically.
"Boom!"
A massive, snake-like bolt of silver lightning shot down from the clouds, tearing through the air and heading straight for Tang Chen.
"Boom! Boom!"
The enormous lightning bolt danced through the sky like a dragon, its dazzling brilliance crashing down onto Tang Chen's body.
Despite being a five-star Dou Sect expert, Tang Chen was in dire straits.
"Bang!"
The final bolt of lightning struck Tang Chen, and the storm clouds slowly dissipated. Tang Chen's hair was disheveled, his clothes in tatters, and his body charred black, resembling a withered corpse.
From his bloodshot eyes, a venomous gaze emerged.
"You brat, you deserve to die!"
(Chapter End)
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