Chapter 632: A Draw, The Final Round
"Lei Ying!"
As he looked at the dark-skinned elder who appeared next to Mo Yu, Soul Qian Mo's face darkened.
"Greetings, senior," Mo Yu said, slightly startled by the elder's sudden appearance. After a moment, he realized who this person was and quickly offered a respectful salute.
In his time with Lei Fei'er, she had often mentioned the top powerhouses in the Lei Clan. Among them was this elder, the dark-skinned Lei Ying, a renowned figure within the clan.
It was said that Lei Ying's status was even higher than the Lei Clan leader, Lei Ying. In his younger days, Lei Ying was known for challenging the top geniuses of the eight great clans, winning more than he lost, earning a reputation as a battle maniac. However, as he grew older, he gradually quieted down and withdrew from the public eye. Mo Yu never expected that the challenge from the Soul Clan would draw this senior back into action.
"No need for formalities," Lei Ying waved his hand. His deep, lightning-filled eyes scanned Mo Yu up and down with curiosity before he smiled. "Who would have thought that someone from a mere subsidiary clan could possess divine bloodline powers?
"But since you're part of the Lei Clan, and with Fei'er asking me to protect you, these Soul Clan people won't be able to bully you without my say. I'll take care of that old geezer Soul Qian Mo. I won't claim victory, but a draw is the least I'll accept."
As he finished speaking, Lei Ying's muscles crackled with lightning, and the terrifying energy from his body tore the space around him, leaving black scars in the air—an awe-inspiring sight.
"Thank you, senior," Mo Yu exhaled in relief. With Lei Ying's assurance, the uncertainty around this battle was greatly reduced.
"Lei Ying! I didn't expect the Lei Clan to send someone. Aren't you afraid of offending the Soul Clan?" Soul Qian Mo's dry, withered face twitched at Lei Ying's arrival. His voice rasped, "Don't think your alliance with the Yan Clan and the Yao Clan is anything special. If you anger the Soul Clan, that alliance won't mean a thing."
"Hah! Are you seriously trying to threaten me with this nonsense?" Lei Ying crossed his arms and laughed coldly, towering over Soul Qian Mo. "Your Soul Clan has already crossed the line by targeting our clan's divine bloodline. There's no need for your tough talk.
"Enough chatter! It's been years since we last fought. Let's see how much you've improved since then!"
"You'll see soon enough!" Soul Qian Mo's eerie glow in his eyes intensified. His voice seemed to flicker, growing distant and faint as his figure became more and more illusory.
"Hmph!"
Lei Ying snorted coldly and vanished without a sound. The next moment, he reappeared in mid-air. With a mere wave of his hand, the space around them rippled violently, forming a thunderous, lightning-filled domain.
"Soul Qian Mo, this place is too small. Let's fight inside!"
Lei Ying stood at the entrance of the spatial passageway, laughing boldly before stepping into the thunderous space he had created. At their level, these powerhouses could casually construct battlefields in space, though such hurriedly formed spaces were unstable and would disappear once the battle ended.
"Hmph, do you think I'm afraid of you?"
With a cold laugh, Soul Qian Mo's figure flickered, and the crowd saw him shoot into the spatial passage at lightning speed.
Shortly after both men entered the space, the walls of the domain became transparent, allowing the spectators to see the two powerful figures hovering within—the mighty Lei Ying and the sinister Soul Qian Mo.
"Both of them are Six-Star Dou Saints! This is a rare sight, even across the entire continent!"
The crowd erupted in excitement. Many of the onlookers were witnessing a battle of this caliber for the first time, their eyes burning with anticipation.
The moment the two entered the space, they wasted no time in clashing. Their battle was fierce, and despite the barrier between them and the crowd, the sheer force of their fight sent shockwaves outward, leaving everyone breathless. Each movement carried enough power to split the heavens and tear the earth, making even the most seasoned spectators tremble.
As Lei Ying and Soul Qian Mo battled in their space, Xiao Chen glanced up briefly before turning his attention to the Soul Hall Master and Soul Demon Elder. In a hoarse voice, he said, "Who's next?"
Though his voice wasn't loud, it seemed to carry a unique power that drew everyone's attention away from the battle in the sky. Even the Soul Hall Master and Soul Demon Elder, who exchanged glances, felt a chilling intensity from Xiao Chen.
The Soul Demon Elder sneered, his ancient face twisted in malice. Stepping forward, he said, "Blood Axe Xiao Chen, your name was famous back in the day, but now, you're outdated."
"Outdated or not, let's fight and see," Xiao Chen replied calmly.
With a wicked laugh, the Soul Demon Elder's robes billowed, and he rose into the air. A vast, dark fog surged from his body, blotting out the sky and casting the mountain range into shadow. The eerie energy pressure made everyone below shiver.
"A late-stage Five-Star Dou Saint... The Soul Clan really has no shortage of powerful figures," muttered several elders from various factions, deeply impressed by the Soul Clan's strength.
"People of the Soul Clan, prepare to die!"
Xiao Chen's hand clenched, and a blood-red, ten-foot-long axe materialized. He stomped the ground, and in a flash, appeared above the Soul Demon Elder, bringing his massive axe down with a thunderous strike.
"You won't win that easily!"
With a cold laugh, the Soul Demon Elder flicked his sleeve, releasing dozens of bone chains that shot out, weaving a white web in front of him. The massive axe, filled with immense power, struck the web but slowed down as if it had sunk into quicksand. It stopped mere inches from the Soul Demon Elder's forehead.
"Heavenly Demon Blood Gu, devour!"
After blocking the attack, the Soul Demon Elder shouted. The dark clouds in the sky churned violently before a savage presence erupted from within. Moments later, a toad-like creature emerged, its skin a sickly red and covered in bulging lumps. Upon closer inspection, each lump held a twisted human face.
"That's a Soul Gu Frog! This Soul Demon Elder is ruthless!" Snake Elder's face darkened as he watched the horrifying creature.
Mo Yu's brow furrowed. He had heard of the Soul Gu Frog before—an abomination created by forcing souls to fight each other and then fusing them together with sinister materials. The result was a creature with a mind of its own, consumed by madness and bloodlust.
"Go!"
Ignoring the fearful gazes, the Soul Demon Elder sneered and pointed toward Xiao Chen. The Soul Gu Frog leaped toward him, and as it attacked, the elder unleashed a flurry of deadly moves, aiming for Xiao Chen's weak points, clearly intending to kill him.
With the Soul Gu Frog and the Soul Demon Elder attacking together, Xiao Chen was forced onto the defensive, and it seemed he was slowly being pushed back.
"Things aren't looking good..." Snake Elder muttered, while the Soul Hall side grinned in satisfaction.
Despite appearances, Mo Yu remained calm. He knew Xiao Chen was not an easy opponent. Even if he seemed to be at a disadvantage, his experience and cunning gave him an edge.
"Boom!"
Just as the battle between Xiao Chen and the Soul Demon Elder reached a fever pitch, a deafening boom erupted from the sky. Everyone looked up to see the spatial domain shatter, sending two figures tumbling out. Both fell back hundreds of meters before finally regaining their balance.
"They're out!"
The crowd gasped as Lei Ying and Soul Qian Mo reappeared.
"Hmph, you Soul Clan old dogs still have some skill," Lei Ying growled, his body crackling with untamed energy. His powerful muscles rippled as he glared at Soul Qian Mo.
In the distance, Soul Qian Mo only smirked, unwilling to admit defeat but clearly not having gained any advantage.
"Soul Qian Mo, what's the result?"
"Senior, what's the outcome?"
Both the Soul Hall Master and Mo Yu asked almost simultaneously. The result of this battle would significantly influence the final outcome.
Soul Qian Mo and Lei Ying exchanged glances before speaking in unison, "A draw."
Their strengths were too close to determine a clear winner. Though they could have fought to the death, neither was willing to go that far.
Hearing this, the Soul Hall Master and Mo Yu both paused. The Soul Hall Master frowned slightly, clearly unsatisfied with the result.
"You should count yourselves lucky," Soul Qian Mo said, landing beside the Soul Hall Master. "If not for the power behind me, Lei Ying would have fought until the skies darkened."
The Soul Hall Master sighed bitterly, knowing how troublesome the Lei Clan could be. They weren't as strong as some other ancient clans, but their battle-hungry nature made them formidable opponents. It was for this reason that the Soul Clan had avoided an all-out war with Mo Yu, giving him time to grow into a major threat.
As the Soul Hall Master lamented the situation, a massive explosion rang out from above.
Both Xiao Chen and the Soul Demon Elder had unleashed their ultimate attacks, filling the sky with blinding red light and reducing the surrounding mountains to rubble. Moments later, the two figures emerged, both bloodied and barely standing.
"Xiao Chen!"
"Soul Demon Elder!"
The respective sides called out in shock, clearly not expecting them to have fought so fiercely.
"Xiao Chen, are you alright?" Mo Yu hurried to Xiao Chen's side, offering him a healing pill.
"I'm fine. But this round... it's a draw as well. The final round is up to you," Xiao Chen said with a hint of regret after swallowing the pill.
Another draw!
Mo Yu and the Soul Hall Master locked eyes from across the battlefield, the tension between them thick with murderous intent. (End of Chapter)
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