Chapter 339: The Terrifying Strength of Yuan Manor!
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The sudden roar of thunder immediately drew the attention of various factions.
Across multiple locations within the empire, leaders of prominent powers turned their shocked gazes toward the source of the thunderous noise.
At the center of the battlefield stood a figure, enveloped in silver thunder, as imposing as a war god.
"You dare interfere in the affairs of Yun Lan Sect? Courting death!"
The sudden appearance of the thunder-clad figure startled Yun Du and his group. However, upon realizing the newcomer's intent, their expressions darkened.
"Humph!" Yun Du coldly snorted. The trio's combined attack surged in momentum, producing sharp, piercing winds that reverberated throughout the city, causing some onlookers to clutch their ears in pain.
The combined strike of three Dou Huang cultivators was an overwhelming force. Even Jia Xing Tian would have to evade such an attack. Yet the thunder-clad figure remained stationary in the sky, unmoving as if intending to take on the strike head-on.
Seeing this, the crowd erupted in shock. Was this newcomer being overly arrogant? After all, his opponents were no ordinary fighters—they were three genuine Dou Huang experts!
Under countless gazes, the overwhelming energy from the trio's strike caused the surrounding air to shatter, forming a temporary vacuum. The terrifying fist radiance, moving at a speed almost imperceptible to the naked eye, shot toward the silver figure.
As the radiance advanced, the air itself seemed to flee, creating a distorted and warped space. Just as the devastating attack was about to connect, the silver figure finally reacted.
His palm slowly stretched out, and with a sharp tremor of his arm, a terrifying thunderous force condensed in an instant. Accompanied by a low growl, the energy erupted.
"Thunder Body!"
The thunder-wrapped fist appeared unassuming, yet as it moved, ripples spread through the space like stones thrown into a pond.
Boom!
The two forces collided abruptly under countless widened eyes. After a moment of eerie silence, an explosive thunderclap echoed across the sky. A shockwave rippled outward, sweeping through the area like a tidal wave.
The two fists separated as quickly as they had met. The silver figure wavered slightly before stabilizing, while Yun Du and his companions were sent flying backward like sandbags. They tumbled dozens of meters through the air before finally regaining their balance, albeit in a disheveled state.
Their sleeves were torn to shreds, exposing bare arms. Evidently, the confrontation had not only failed to grant Yun Du and his allies an upper hand but had left them utterly humiliated under the newcomer's single strike.
For a moment, the entire city was dead silent.
Whether it was the blazing battleground of the Mite'er Clan's estate or the other locations, everyone stared at the sky in stunned disbelief. The scene was almost dreamlike.
With sheer power, the silver-clad figure had defeated the combined attack of three Dou Huang experts. Such strength was unmatched in the Jia Ma Empire, save perhaps by Yun Shan himself.
Yet it was clear this mysterious individual was not Yun Shan. So, who was this thunder-clad powerhouse?
Speculation ran rampant as countless minds tried to deduce the figure's identity but came up empty.
Hai Bodong, watching from a distance, was equally stunned. He had known the newcomer wasn't weak, but he hadn't anticipated that the individual could not only withstand the trio's attack but also force them into such a miserable state.
After a moment of silence, Yun Du's sharp, wary voice broke the stillness.
"Who are you? Report your name if you dare! Stop hiding behind tricks—such behavior is unworthy of a true expert!"
Yun Du and the others glared at the fearsome lightning figure with darkened expressions.
The silver figure chuckled lightly in response. The surrounding thunder began to dissipate, revealing his true form.
The city, which had just resumed its murmurs, fell silent once more. Every eye was locked on the sky, filled with curiosity and awe.
In the Mite'er Clan's estate, Ya Fei gazed at the familiar silhouette. Tears of excitement welled up in her eyes as she covered her mouth with a trembling hand.
It's him. He's back!
With a faint hiss, the last of the lightning vanished. Suspended in mid-air was a young man with striking silver eyes and a graceful bearing, his silver thunder wings shimmering faintly behind him.
"Heh, three years have passed. Yun Lan Sect and Mu Lan Valley, I have returned!"
His calm voice echoed across the empire's capital, freezing everyone in place.
"Mo Yu?"
The name, once slightly unfamiliar, now sent waves of shock through the onlookers. For many, the memory had faded over the past three years, but the voice rekindled it in an instant.
In the royal city, the Mu and Nalan families, along with other major factions, stared at the matured face in the sky. Shock and disbelief filled their eyes.
A Dou Huang at just twenty years of age? Even the composed family heads found themselves momentarily dazed.
What kind of terrifying talent was this?
"Mo Yu! We searched high and low for you these past years!" A cold voice came from the Elder Hei Bao of Mu Lan Valley, his expression grim.
"You've come all the way to the Jia Ma Empire and even allied with Yun Lan Sect? Truly birds of a feather flock together. Perfect, I'll deal with all of you together!" Mo Yu sneered at the elder's attire, instantly understanding their connection.
"You—!" the elder fumed, his face turning red.
Yun Du's expression twisted in frustration. Mo Yu's sudden appearance had completely disrupted their plans. However, at least the boy was still alone. Against the combined forces of Yun Lan Sect and Mu Lan Valley, Mo Yu couldn't possibly prevail.
"Arrogant brat! Dealing with you won't even require our sect leaders to act!" Yun Du sneered and swiftly retrieved a signal tube from his storage ring. With a sharp pull, colorful fireworks exploded high in the sky.
Not long after, piercing whistles rang out from outside the capital. Ten beams of light streaked across the horizon, quickly arriving at the scene.
The city gasped as ten figures, clad in Yun Lan Sect and Mu Lan Valley robes, revealed themselves. Ten pairs of dazzling Dou Qi wings made it clear—they were all Dou Wang cultivators!
With the addition of Yun Fu and another Dou Wang from the Mite'er estate, there were now twelve Dou Wang and three Dou Huang cultivators. Such a formidable lineup sent shivers through the crowd.
Even with Mo Yu's overwhelming display, the odds seemed stacked against him.
"Relying on numbers again? Truly, a dog never changes its habits." Mo Yu chuckled, his tone light yet disdainful.
"Be careful, Mo Yu! This is no trivial matter!" Hai Bodong urgently warned as he moved to Mo Yu's side.
Mo Yu smiled faintly and lifted his gaze toward Yun Du and the others opposite him. His voice, calm but laden with meaning, rang out:
"The losses I suffered back then—you think I'd fall into the same trap twice without preparation?"
As his words fell, the corners of his mouth curved into an enigmatic smile. Raising a hand, he clapped lightly. The sound of applause, thunderous and resonant, rippled through the sky.
Yun Du and his companions froze momentarily at the unexpected action. A split second later, sharp whistling sounds of rushing wind echoed from behind them.
The abrupt noise caused the gaze of everyone in the city to shift rapidly. What they saw left them utterly stunned—twenty figures soaring swiftly through the skies from beyond the imperial capital, their dou qi wings radiating a brilliant glow.
"Let me show you what a proper battle of numbers looks like!"
Mo Yu's teasing laughter sent shivers down Yun Du's spine. His face, along with those of his compatriots, turned ashen in an instant.
The figures streaked across the sky like meteors, appearing above the imperial city moments later. Suspended midair, their dou qi wings fluttering, they formed a leisurely semicircle, encircling Yun Du and his allies. Their faces bore playful smirks as if enjoying the spectacle.
When the twenty airborne figures appeared, the city fell silent once more. The onlookers' expressions shifted to utter disbelief.
"Twenty Dou Wang?"
Gasps echoed among the crowd as many inhaled sharply, their heads spinning. The combined number of Dou Wang experts in the entire Jia Ma Empire barely exceeded this figure. Yet here they were, witnessing such a group assembled in one place!
"Xiao Yan! That's Xiao Yan!"
Amidst the astonished murmurs, someone in the crowd recognized the young man in black robes leading the group. As his familiar visage became clear, gasps of recognition erupted.
Memories of the past returned vividly to the people of Jia Ma Empire. The chaos stirred by the name "Xiao Yan" several years ago flashed in their minds, stirring emotions that had long been buried.
"It really is Xiao Yan! He's a Dou Wang now too. The Xiao Clan's Twin Dragons have returned for revenge!"
Those familiar with the tale recalled the events of three years prior when the Xiao Clan's Twin Dragons, Xiao Yan and Xiao Li, were hunted by Yun Lan Sect. Despite their disadvantage, the brothers had turned the sect upside down, leaving its reputation in tatters.
And now, with their return, they exuded an undeniable aura of vengeance and power.
While the entire empire was gripped by astonishment, the atmosphere within the Nalan Clan was uniquely oppressive.
The oppressive stillness emanated from Nalan Jie himself, his body stiffening the moment he recognized Xiao Yan.
Compared to Mo Yu's formidable return, Xiao Yan's reappearance struck the Nalan Clan deeper. Once a potential son-in-law of the clan, his emergence tore open old wounds that had barely begun to heal.
"Father..."
After a long silence, Nalan Su finally spoke in a hushed tone.
"Ah!"
Nalan Jie exhaled deeply, his voice tinged with bitter regret as he waved his hand feebly.
"I don't know if Xiao Yan will even consider speaking with us now. But for the sake of the clan, do your best to reach out to them. Mark my words—the Jia Ma Empire will soon fall into the hands of the Xiao Clan's Twin Dragons."
"Father, it's all because of Yanran's temper back then. If not for her..." Nalan Su said hesitantly, glancing at his father's defeated expression.
"It wasn't entirely her fault. When Xiao Yan cured me of poison, and Yun Lan Sect hunted him down afterward, I didn't act to help. I let fear control me," Nalan Jie said bitterly. "With the Xiao Clan's temperament, they won't have forgotten this slight. This failure—it lies with me as well."
Nalan Jie laughed bitterly, his tone self-deprecating. "I never thought, in my old age, that I'd become so blind and foolish. The Xiao Clan's Twin Dragons—they're true dragons, yet I failed to recognize them."
Nalan Su remained silent, fully aware of his father's overwhelming regret. But in this world, no remedy could undo past mistakes.
In the skies, Yun Du and his companions turned pale, their expressions betraying their disbelief as they stared at the twenty figures led by Xiao Yan.
It was only now that true fear crept into their hearts. Mo Yu's strength had grown to the point of threatening Yun Lan Sect itself!
"Mo Yu, are these all reinforcements you've brought?"
Hai Bodong, equally stunned by the sheer scale of the force, couldn't help but ask.
Mo Yu's response was a faint smile. Before he could speak, the twenty figures, Xiao Yan included, bowed respectfully toward him and spoke in unison:
"Greetings, Manor Lord Mo Yu!"
Their synchronized voices boomed like thunder, accompanied by their reverent postures. The entire imperial city fell into a deathly silence once more.
"Manor Lord Mo Yu?"
The title sent shockwaves through the crowd. This was no ordinary address—it denoted the leader of a powerful faction.
Could it be that these twenty Dou Wang experts weren't reinforcements but Mo Yu's subordinates?
At such a young age, Mo Yu commanded a force that dwarfed even the empire's strongest powers. To many, he had become a towering figure—an unshakable colossus.
Mo Yu chuckled softly, his gaze cold and indifferent. With a casual wave of his hand, he gave a chilling order:
"Yuan Manor, leave none alive!"
"Yes!"
At Mo Yu's command, Xiao Yan and the others nodded firmly. Torrents of ferocious dou qi erupted from their bodies as their wings flared.
With a sharp burst of speed, the Yuan Manor elites launched themselves at the Yun Lan Sect forces, their attacks swift and merciless.
"Mo Yu! If you think you can swallow us whole, let's see if you don't choke to death!"
Yun Du's face twisted with fury as he roared:
"Disciples of Yun Lan Sect, fight to the death!"
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