Chapter 715: Battle Against an Upper Earth Supreme
With the arrival of Blood Lingzi, patriarch of the Blood God Clan, the atmosphere over the Ten‑Thousand Armament Golden Platform turned turbulent once again.
No one had expected that what began as a simple duel between the Yuchang Family and the Gongshu Family would escalate to this level. Two lower Earth Supremes had already fought—but now even a high‑ranking Earth Supreme, a being famed across the Western Heaven Realm, had appeared in person.
The situation was far beyond anyone's imagination.
"Patriarch, you are here!" Blood‑Robe and Blood Cloud immediately rushed to his side, bowing deeply.
Blood Lingzi's crimson eyes flicked toward the battered elder, his brows drawing together. "What happened to you? In such pathetic shape?"
Blood‑Robe wiped the blood from his lips. His pale face turned grim as he glared toward Mo Yu. "Patriarch, this man calls himself Mo Yu, the Thunder Emperor. He hails from a lower realm known as the Dou Qi Continent. His strength is that of a lower Earth Supreme.
Though descended from a lesser world, his Dharma Body is exceedingly strange. In my estimation, it rivals at least the top thirty among the ninety‑nine Supreme Dharma Bodies. His power is extraordinary—I could not withstand him, and therefore…"
"You were defeated," Blood Lingzi interrupted coldly. His gaze turned toward Mo Yu, eyes slender and gleaming. "A lower‑realm cultivator with a mysterious Dharma Body, hmm?"
He waved dismissively, tone faint yet sharp. "Leave him to me. A mere lower Earth Supreme cannot stir great waves."
As countless hidden observers looked on, Blood Lingzi stood atop the surging sea of blood. His voice rolled outward, calm and absolute.
"You and my Blood God Clan share no enmity," he said. "Why strike my elder so viciously? Do you truly mean to make an enemy of the Blood God Clan?"
There was curiosity buried in his gaze. Blood‑Robe's power was formidable among lower Earth Supremes—few could defeat him outright—yet this young stranger had nearly killed him. The youth's strength was alarming, his origin intriguing.
A lower‑realm prodigy who had already broken life's shackles—such people often became calamities if left alive. If their grievance could not be settled, Blood Lingzi would end it here in blood.
Mo Yu, however, only smiled. "In a duel, injury and death are normal, are they not? Or is it that because he bears your clan's mark, I was supposed to go easy? If that's the rule, then the Blood God Clan truly is made of weaklings."
His words struck like thunder. Blood Lingzi's face chilled. A derisive laugh spilled from his lips. "Even now you dare such arrogance? You little lower Earth Supreme—you have no idea how high the heaven really is."
"Hehe," Mo Yu said lightly. "I've fought lower Earth Supremes. Now I'd like to see what an upper Earth Supreme can do."
Those calm words shocked even the heavens. Around the platform, countless spectators stared with gaping mouths. Not only had this man defied the Blood God Clan's elder—he was now provoking its patriarch openly.
Blood Lingzi was a sovereign of the Western Heaven; one word from him could decide the life and death of millions. And yet the young Thunder Emperor stood before him—unbowed.
"You reckless child," Blood Lingzi said coldly, rising into the air. "Today I will teach you a lesson. You will learn that beyond heaven lies a higher sky, beyond man, a greater man. This is the Great Thousand World—not your pitiful lower plane."
Mo Yu's eyelids lowered slightly. "Then let's try," he replied softly.
"Courting death!
Blood God Sky‑Stepping Foot!"
Blood Lingzi's eyes flashed. With a single stomp, crimson energy surged beneath him, taking shape as a colossal blood‑red foot descending from the heavens like a meteor. It carried destruction and corrosion in equal measure, crashing down toward Mo Yu and his Heavenly Tyrant Body.
Boom!
The earth quaked as Mo Yu commanded his Dharma Body. Its right arm rose, releasing a shield of roaring purple lightning that met the falling foot head‑on.
Impact shook the world. Space splintered like glass.
Even so, fragments of the patriarch's power seeped through, crushing the mountain beneath the Heavenly Tyrant Body into rubble. Within breaths, the thousand‑zhang peak vanished entirely.
Mo Yu looked up as the fading aftershock split the sky, one brow lifting slightly. "As expected of an upper Earth Supreme," he murmured. "Such power without even invoking a Dharma Body… indeed, the chasm between ranks is vast."
Above him, Blood Lingzi sneered from midair. "Do you see it now? This is the power of a true supreme. With only that pitiful strength, you'll never challenge me."
Mo Yu chuckled softly. "I was merely testing your strength," he said. "Now the real fight begins."
Blood Lingzi's smile froze. "Arrogant whelp!"
Once again, his foot slammed down, bloodlight flooding the world. "Let's see you block it twice!"
"Heavenly Tyrant Thunder Body—Silver Shield of Thunder!"
Mo Yu's shout split the air. Lightning exploded; clouds churned into a whirling vortex. In the giant's left palm, a titanic river of lightning condensed, shrinking swiftly into a vast silver shield wreathed in thunder arcs.
Boom!
The blood giant's foot crashed against the Silver Shield. Thunder roared, detonations booming like divine drums. Even the distant spectators were forced to raise spiritual barriers against the shockwave.
When the smoke cleared, the shield still stood.
And behind it—
A colossal crossbow gleamed, aimed directly at Blood Lingzi.
For the first time, the patriarch stiffened. His instincts screamed of danger as his gaze locked onto the glowing arrow in the Thunder Emperor's hand. The dread it carried clawed at his heart.
Boom!
The arrow launched, tearing through the void, thunder shrieking in its wake.
"Damn you—Blood Spirit Armor!"
Bloodlight erupted from Blood Lingzi's skin, forming layers of glistening crimson armor etched with scarlet veins like those of a living beast. The armor radiated savage, violent power, cloaking him in the aura of a war god.
Yet before he could finish readying himself, the bolt struck.
BANG!
The impact forced a grunt from his throat as his body reeled backward. Blood vapor surged like fog. Looking down, he saw a fist‑sized hole torn through the center of his chestplate, crackling with residual lightning.
His breath quickened. "Impossible… even my Blood Spirit Armor couldn't stop it?"
He stared at the wound, blood streaming freely down his torso. "A lower Earth Supreme… did this to me?"
Far away, the towering Heavenly Tyrant Body stood implacable—shield in one hand, crossbow in the other—a giant forged of thunder and wrath.
Blood Lingzi's face hardened. "That Dharma Body… it's unnatural."
Creak…
The crossbow groaned as it drew again. Another arrow of silver light took form, darker and denser than before.
Blood Lingzi clenched his teeth and slammed his hands together.
"Blood Shadow Dharma Body!"
A colossal specter rose behind him, half real, half illusion, radiating overwhelming power. The Blood Shadow Dharma Body—ranked twenty‑eighth among the supreme Dharmas of the Great Thousand World—was the Blood God Clan's ancestral treasure.
The giant's crimson hand extended and met the incoming arrow with a thunderclap.
BANG!
The sky itself split. The arrow dissolved under the sheer force.
But Blood Lingzi did not stop. Seizing the moment, he drove his fist forward, piercing the void with rivers of bloodlight, striking straight toward the Heavenly Tyrant Body.
BOOM!
His punch collided with the waiting Silver Shield. Thunder cascaded like waterfalls as earth shattered below. The shield trembled but held—and in the same breath, another lightning arrow erupted from behind it, blasting through his spectral hand entirely.
The duel raged across heaven and earth. Waves of red and silver clashed, shredding the landscape into canyons tens of thousands of feet deep.
Hidden powerhouses from every direction—other Earth Supremes, clan leaders, and ancient experts—had gathered, drawn by the cataclysmic energy. Each watched in stunned silence.
Blood Lingzi was one of the Western Heaven's foremost pillars; few in the realm matched him. Yet this stranger, this ascendant from some forgotten lower plane, was meeting him blow for blow.
A single thought echoed in every mind:
A lower Earth Supreme… truly fighting an upper Earth Supreme head‑on.
When the dust of this battle settled,
the name Thunder Emperor would thunder across the Great Thousand World.
(END CHAPTER)
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