Chapter 709: The Celestial Spirit Array, Gongshu Ziran
Crack!
On the Ten-Thousand Armament Golden Platform, a sharp sound rang out. The immense black torrent—an attack unleashed by the Demonic Python Dharma Body, powerful enough to obliterate any Seventh-Grade Supreme—was casually crushed by Mo Yu with a single motion.
The gesture looked effortless, as though it had required no strength at all.
The air fell silent. No one could comprehend what they had just witnessed. Disbelief etched itself upon every face.
"So powerful…" Yuchang Ran covered her lips with her slender hand, whispering in awe.
Even Yuchang Yuan's expression shifted; his gaze sharpened on Mo Yu. In that instant, he had sensed an unusual transformation in the youth's spiritual aura—something immense and boundless.
The shock reverberated through the entire world. On the Gongshu side, the Blood God Elder and the other experts stirred uneasily. Such a reversal was clearly beyond any of their expectations.
"How is this possible?! At the same realm as Father, how can he withstand his full-powered strike?" Gongshu Zan muttered, his brows furrowed tightly.
Within the remains of the Demonic Python Dharma Body, Gongshu Qiu reappeared, his form shadowed in black light. He stared across at Mo Yu—whose aura remained perfectly calm—and for the first time, a genuine sense of dread welled up in his chest.
He could feel it clearly. The pressure of true suppression.
This was no illusion.
Mo Yu's strength… exceeded his own.
"Seems I've misjudged you," Gongshu Qiu said grimly, his tone edged with respect.
For one Eighth-Grade Supreme to feel fear before another, there could be only one explanation—this youth had already surpassed him.
He wasn't Eighth Grade. He was Ninth-Grade Supreme.
Gasps erupted across the audience. Even the Blood God Elder and Yuchang Yuan drew sharp breaths—they had never imagined that this seemingly young man possessed such depth of power.
A Ninth-Grade Supreme stood at the very summit of mortal mastery, a being capable of challenging the heavens themselves. With but one further step, such a person could ascend into the Earth Supreme realm—becoming one of the elite rulers of the Great Thousand World.
"Haha! Mo Yu is a Ninth-Grade Supreme! The Yuchang Family is saved!" Yuchang Jian shouted with joy.
So what if Gongshu Qiu had reached Eighth Grade? Against a Ninth-Grade, he would crumble all the same.
"Don't celebrate yet," Yuchang Yuan said quietly, his aged eyes narrowing. "I know Gongshu Qiu. He's not the kind to concede easily."
Indeed, on the platform, Gongshu Qiu's face darkened as he drew a long, deliberate breath.
"You think to defeat me so easily? Hmph… you'll find it's not so simple."
As he spoke, his sleeve flicked outward, sending hundreds of glowing sigils through the air. They scattered and fused with the surroundings.
Rumble!
The ground quaked. The sky roared. Energy surged like an unleashed tempest.
A sneer curled Gongshu Qiu's lips.
"Behold—Celestial-Grade Spirit Array: The Blood-Kill Formation!"
Boom!
Scarlet light spiraled outward as interwoven runes formed a vast, intricate web that stretched a thousand feet in every direction. Ancient and terrifying, the symbols glowed with lethal energy.
Standing in its midst, Gongshu Qiu's face gleamed beneath the pulsing light, his expression filled with a cruel satisfaction.
This deadly formation was his trump card—bestowed upon him by his son-in-law, Blood-Robe Elder of the Blood God Clan. Crafted by a Spirit Array Grandmaster, the Blood-Kill Formation was reputed to annihilate even Ninth-Grade Supremes.
Though a single-use array, its power was absolute. Gongshu Qiu had saved it for this very day, confident that victory now lay within his grasp.
On the stands, murmurs spread like wildfire.
"He's activated a Celestial-level Spirit Formation! Only the Blood God Clan could provide such a weapon!" Yuchang Yuan's voice sank with dread.
"Can Mr. Mo Yu break it?" Yuchang Jian asked nervously.
"This isn't just a high-grade array—it's advanced Celestial Class," Yuchang Yuan replied grimly. "Even a Ninth-Grade Supreme could suffer grievously inside. Unless… unless Mo Yu truly is beyond that level."
He shook his head slightly. That seemed impossible. Mo Yu had only just ascended from a lower plane—how could he already have reached Earth Supreme? Even in the Great Thousand World, Earth Supremes were unmatched monarchs of power.
"Let us hope he triumphs," Yuchang Yuan finished. "If he wins today, he will not merely be the Yuchang Family's benefactor—he will stand as our Supreme Elder, honored above even myself."
No one disagreed. Their gazes locked on the arena, hearts pounding.
"Boy," Gongshu Qiu said, voice brimming with arrogance, "I'll give you one last chance. Kneel now, and not only will I spare your life, I'll make you a guest elder of my Gongshu Family. What say you?"
With the Blood-Kill Formation active, he felt invincible.
"Hehe, thanks—but I'll have to refuse. I'm not quite suited to being another man's ornament," Mo Yu replied lightly.
"You insolent brat!" Gongshu Qiu's tone hardened. "Fine then—since you reject mercy, receive destruction instead!"
His eyes flashed. With a flick of his finger, the array responded.
Buzz!
A blood-hued ray appeared from the heavens, streaking downward like the fangs of a devil—straight at Mo Yu.
From the viewing platform, Yuchang Yuan's expression tensed. "Such power… even a Seventh-Grade Supreme would die instantly under that strike."
On the golden stage, Mo Yu merely smirked, lifting one hand in a casual wave.
Bang!
The crimson beam detonated long before touching him, bursting apart in a spray of fading energy.
"So this is your Celestial Spirit Array?" Mo Yu said coldly. "Pathetic."
Gongshu Qiu's face twisted in disbelief. "Impossible! The Blood-Kill's Strike—undone so easily?"
"This time I've clearly underestimated you," he hissed between clenched teeth. "But you won't stop this."
Buzz!
Energy surged again. Gongshu Qiu gathered every drop of his remaining strength, weaving another spell. Blood-red light gathered at his fingertips, pulsing with vile life.
This was the array's greatest weapon—Blood God Light—formed by compressing pure spiritual energy mixed with the lifeblood of a Ninth-Grade Supreme. Its sharpness could cleave through space itself.
Even an equal-ranked cultivator would be torn apart by one strike.
He cared little for the cost. The array was expendable—he could always get another from the Blood God Clan through his daughter's favor.
With murder blazing in his eyes, Gongshu Qiu pointed a finger toward Mo Yu.
"Perish."
The Blood God Light streaked across the void like a crimson arrow. Every spectator gasped—no one could sense Mo Yu's defense forming.
Had he been taken by surprise? Frozen in fear?
Gongshu Qiu chuckled derisively. "Foolish—"
Boom!
Before he could finish, Mo Yu's silver eyes blazed, and the sky exploded with thunder.
Ka-boom!
Raw lightning poured from every direction, swirling into a white-hot beam that erupted from his gaze. The beam struck the Blood God Light head-on, shredding it apart, then continued straight toward Gongshu Qiu.
Spat!
Blood sprayed as the patriarch was hurled backward, his chest scorched and smoking.
Before he could recover, Mo Yu flashed forward, his figure blurring with silver radiance. A thunder-wreathed palm descended.
"I surrender!" Gongshu Qiu cried out in panic.
He never finished the plea. The air shook as Mo Yu's palm halted a foot above his skull, the sheer pressure smashing him flat onto the ground face-first.
The once-proud patriarch now resembled little more than a crushed frog.
Silence drowned the arena.
No one could find words. None had imagined that the unbeatable master of the Gongshu Family would be so easily humiliated—defeated by a single youth who hadn't even broken a sweat.
Though the duel had lasted minutes, any expert could see the truth—Gongshu Qiu had unleashed everything, even his ultimate weapon. Mo Yu, however, remained calm, unshaken, and impossibly deep—like an unfathomable sea.
"He… he actually won," whispered one of the Yuchang elders in disbelief.
"We still underestimated him," Yuchang Yuan breathed out slowly. "That youth… is extraordinary."
Across the arena, the Gongshu spectators hid their faces in shame. What was meant to be their triumph had become a devastating loss.
Mo Yu lowered his gaze briefly toward the fallen patriarch, then turned away.
But as he did, Gongshu Qiu's eyes flickered with venomous malice. Planting his palms on the ground, he snarled silently and launched a desperate attack—a final Blood God Light shooting from his sleeve, aimed directly at Mo Yu's back.
Gasps and curses filled the stands. How shameless—to strike after conceding!
Yet before anyone could move, the crimson light halted midair… then spun around abruptly.
"It seems," Mo Yu's calm voice echoed across the platform, "this death is one you brought upon yourself."
The Blood God Light reversed its path and pierced straight through Gongshu Qiu's skull.
Crack!
His body spasmed, blood pouring freely as he fell lifeless to the ground.
"Father!"
A sudden tear opened in the air above. From within stepped a stunning woman, her figure alluring, her every movement dripping with killing intent.
Her eyes locked on Gongshu Qiu's collapsed corpse. For an instant, shock froze her—then her beauty twisted into pure fury, her gaze turning on Mo Yu with venomous hatred.
Yuchang Yuan's expression changed drastically. "Not good… it's her. Gongshu Qiu's daughter—Gongshu Ziran."
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