Chapter 340: Sweeping Victory, Mo Yu’s Aura
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Above the Mite'er Clan estate in the imperial capital.
As the capital city of the Jia Ma Empire, the imperial capital was undoubtedly the most prestigious city in the empire. Its residents were notoriously arrogant, often looking down on outsiders.
However, at this moment, the residents of the imperial capital resembled country bumpkins as they stared in shock at the battle between Dou Wang powerhouses in the skies above.
A chaotic melee involving thirty Dou Wang experts raged on, the surging waves of Dou Qi clashing with deafening roars that tugged at the hearts of all who watched.
The dazzling, multi-colored Dou Qi wings flashing across the battlefield were blinding, leaving the spectators awestruck.
Such a grand battle was rare even in the Jia Ma Empire, occurring perhaps once in a century.
To understand the magnitude of the scene: Dou Wang experts were already considered among the top ten elites in the empire. Their strength and rarity spoke volumes.
Yet, in the war above, every so often, a Dou Wang expert would fall from the sky, slain on the battlefield.
"Look! That's Yun Fu! Elder Yun Fu of the Yun Lan Sect has fallen!"
"It's Xiao Yan! Xiao Yan killed Elder Yun Fu!"
"That makes three Dou Wang experts who have fallen to Xiao Yan in just a short time!"
"Originally, Mo Yu's ability to fight against three Dou Huang experts simultaneously was already monstrous. But it seems Xiao Yan is just as terrifying. The Xiao Clan Twin Dragons are truly fearsome!"
The city buzzed with shock, the murmurs spreading like wildfire. In just a short span, the forces of the Yun Lan Sect were rapidly falling apart under the assault of the Yuan Manor's coalition.
Even the three Dou Huang experts led by Yun Du were pinned down by Tie Wu, Su Mei, and Yin Gu, three of the strongest elites from the Black-Corner Region. Their defeat seemed only a matter of time.
Witnessing the scene, the major factions of the empire were left dumbfounded, their shock palpable.
Originally, they believed that Mo Yu's forces consisted only of Dou Wang experts—numerous, yet lacking top-tier power. Who would have expected the presence of three powerful Dou Huang experts among them?
In just a few short years, Mo Yu had gathered such a formidable force under his command. His talent and methods marked him as a once-in-a-millennium genius of the Jia Ma Empire.
Amid the fierce battle in the sky, a sharp voice echoed from the chaotic manor below.
"Hold the line! Don't engage them head-on! Archers, prepare the Breaking Qi Arrows again!"
Within the estate, as the defensive lines rapidly crumbled, Ya Fei urgently issued commands. Yet, against the near-overwhelming numbers of the Yun Lan Sect, her efforts seemed in vain.
"Clan leader, we have fewer than a hundred Breaking Qi Arrows left!" a guard reported urgently.
"Use them all!" Ya Fei furrowed her delicate brows, issuing the command sharply. However, just as her words fell, a silver figure descended swiftly from the sky.
The figure landed gracefully, and Mo Yu greeted her with a faint smile. "Sister Ya Fei, it's been three years. You've become even more beautiful."
Staring at the mature and handsome face before her, Ya Fei momentarily lost herself. The urgent calls around her seemed to fade into silence.
Her delicate nose wrinkled slightly, a touch of bitterness surfacing as her eyes reddened. Her voice, slightly hoarse but filled with emotion, escaped her lips. "You brat, you still remember to come back?"
"These past three years... you've worked hard," Mo Yu said softly, gently wiping the mist from her peach-blossom eyes.
Over the years, Ya Fei had borne immense pressure for sheltering the Xiao Clan. Without Hai Bodong's support, she might not have endured.
The faint apology in Mo Yu's voice dissolved the grievances in Ya Fei's heart like smoke in the wind. A radiant smile graced her lips, stunningly beautiful.
After comforting Ya Fei, Mo Yu chuckled. "Sister Ya Fei, thank you for everything. Leave the Yun Lan Sect to me."
Without waiting for her reply, his figure vanished and reappeared in midair above the estate.
"Be careful! They have too many people," Ya Fei called out anxiously.
Mo Yu nodded with a smile, then turned his icy gaze to the approaching sea of white-clad enemies. A cold ruthlessness gleamed in his eyes.
Raising his hand, scarlet and pale white thunder surged into his palms, radiating an aura of sheer terror.
"Sister Ya Fei, tell the Mite'er Clan to retreat. These defensive lines are no longer necessary," Mo Yu's voice rang out from above.
Startled, Ya Fei quickly waved her hand, signaling the Mite'er Clan members to fall back. The retreat was swift, leaving the defensive lines abandoned.
With the Mite'er Clan's withdrawal, the white-clad wave surged into the estate, quickly overtaking most of the estate.
"Boom!"
As the Yun Lan Sect disciples swarmed the estate, a crimson lightning bolt suddenly descended from the sky, striking the leading disciple. In an instant, the man turned into a charred corpse, lifeless.
The sudden, eerie turn of events stunned everyone. Before they could react, a cascade of lightning bolts rained down relentlessly.
"Boom! Boom! Boom!"
In the darkened skies, red and white lightning intertwined, striking down continuously within the estate.
Each bolt claimed the life of a Yun Lan Sect disciple, turning them into charred corpses without exception.
The disciples surged forward, unable to see the devastation ahead due to the chaos. Yet as they pushed past a critical threshold, the reaper's scythe descended mercilessly.
As more disciples fell to the thunder, fear spread like wildfire. The Yun Lan Sect's overwhelming assault crumbled entirely, their ranks breaking apart in terror.
By the time the Yun Lan Sect disciples retreated, half of their numbers had been reduced to scorched corpses.
The estate, once filled with noise and chaos, fell eerily silent. In less than ten minutes, the Yun Lan Sect had suffered devastating losses.
All who witnessed the scene—whether the Mite'er Clan, Yun Lan Sect, or onlookers—felt a chill run down their spines.
High in the sky, Mo Yu stood with silver eyes gleaming coldly, crimson and pale white thunder crackling in his palms.
It was clear: the earlier storm of destruction was his doing.
The surviving Yun Lan Sect disciples stared at Mo Yu as if he were a god of thunder, their faces pale with terror.
Below, the Mite'er Clan members exchanged uneasy glances, unable to suppress their awe and fear. The once overwhelming Yun Lan Sect forces had been decimated in an instant.
Even Ya Fei was momentarily taken aback by Mo Yu's sheer power and ruthlessness, her delicate face paling slightly.
"Mo Yu, you've truly become a man of authority," Xiao Ding remarked with a faint smile, wheeling himself forward.
Hearing this, Ya Fei snapped out of her daze. Just as she was about to speak, a rumbling sound came from outside the estate.
Looking up, she was stunned to see a wave of dark-clad figures surging into the city, surrounding the remaining Yun Lan Sect disciples.
"Who are these people?"
Ya Fei gazed in astonishment at the group clad in black attire, exuding an imposing and ruthless aura. A trace of surprise flickered in her beautiful eyes.
"Judging by their attire, they resemble the Dou Wang experts under Cousin Mo Yu's command in the sky. They're likely his subordinates too. It seems Cousin Mo Yu has built a substantial foundation over these years," Xiao Ding speculated after a brief thought, his tone tinged with amazement.
Hearing this, Ya Fei was momentarily stunned. Her beautiful eyes swept across the mysterious black-clad team. Although she lacked dou qi cultivation, her many years in business had honed a sharp sense of discernment.
While she couldn't precisely gauge the cultivation levels of these individuals, she could tell they were no weaker than the head of the Mite'er Clan's elite guards.
"An entire hundred of them, and all Dou Ling experts?" Ya Fei covered her red lips in astonishment.
Dou Ling experts could easily dominate and rule a region within the Jia Ma Empire. The Mo Clan of Yan City had done so in the past.
Yet here stood a hundred Dou Ling experts forming a massive team. Even the imperial family could hardly afford such extravagance.
"And these aren't ordinary Dou Ling experts—most are high-tier Dou Lings, with some even at the peak of Dou Ling. I wonder where Cousin Mo Yu managed to recruit such outstanding subordinates," Xiao Ding remarked with a wry smile after observing the team.
Over the years, Xiao Ding himself had broken through to the Dou Ling stage, allowing him to discern the strength of this black-clad force.
Realizing that he couldn't match even a random member of this group, he shook his head, letting go of the bitterness in his heart. He then chuckled lightly, "It seems Cousin Mo Yu has returned to the Jia Ma Empire fully prepared. At this rate, Yun Lan Sect is destined to become history!"
Ya Fei nodded in a daze, her gaze fixed on the black-clad team. A tall, commanding young man emerged from the group and respectfully addressed the silver-eyed youth in the sky.
"Subordinate Fu Ao greets the Manor Lord. How should we handle the remnants of Yun Lan Sect?"
Fu Ao, once a member of the Mo Clan in Yan City and a former student of Jia Nan Academy's Mo Gang, had been fiercely loyal since being recruited by Mo Yu. Over the years, he had advanced to the peak of Dou Ling with the support of Yuan Manor's resources.
Thanks to his formidable strength and Mo Yu's trust, Fu Ao served as the captain of this Dou Ling squad.
Mo Yu retracted the two streaks of mysterious thunder in his palm and glanced coldly at the terrified Yun Lan Sect disciples below. With a disdainful smile, he replied, "Detain them all and hand them over to the Mite'er Clan."
"Yes, Manor Lord!" Fu Ao responded respectfully before signaling his team with a wave of his hand. "Take them away!"
Perhaps overwhelmed by the earlier massacre, or perhaps intimidated by the immense aura exuded by Fu Ao and his men, the Yun Lan Sect disciples offered little resistance this time. They dropped their weapons in defeat, allowing themselves to be herded like livestock by Yuan Manor's forces.
As the battle on the ground concluded swiftly, the battle in the sky also tilted unfavorably for Yun Lan Sect and Mu Lan Valley.
Outnumbered and outmatched, the Dou Wang and Dou Huang experts from Yun Lan Sect and Mu Lan Valley were at a disadvantage. Mo Yu's recruits, all seasoned warriors from the Black-Corner Region, fought with ruthless precision and venomous tactics.
This brutal combination left the opponents defenseless, the battle descending into a one-sided slaughter.
"Thud!"
Three figures crashed to the ground like meteorites, landing with resounding force that carved deep craters into the hard city streets.
In the craters lay Yun Du and his two comrades, their bodies lifeless, their faces pale, and their once-mighty dou qi extinguished.
Under countless gazes, three high-ranking Dou Huang experts of Yun Lan Sect and Mu Lan Valley had fallen in utter disgrace, their deaths leaving the crowd in stunned silence.
Above the corpses stood three figures—Elder Yin Gu and his companions—exchanging glances as they steadied their breathing and suppressed their injuries.
Even for them, killing three Dou Huang experts of equal strength had come at a steep cost. They had used forbidden techniques, sustaining wounds in the process.
But despite the price, they felt relief rather than resentment. Their fervor stemmed from a desire to redeem themselves for fleeing during the Northern Desert Plains battle—a stain on their honor.
With this thought, the trio lifted the corpses and approached Mo Yu. Bowing respectfully, they declared in unison, "Manor Lord, mission accomplished!"
Countless eyes remained fixed on the scene, their owners rendered speechless.
Dou Huang experts, revered figures in the Jia Ma Empire, capable of ruling regions—had been slain. And not just one, but three.
What shocked them even more was the attitude of the three Dou Huang killers. They bowed like obedient servants before the silver-eyed youth, Mo Yu.
The youth cast a casual glance over the corpses before nodding indifferently. "Well done."
No excitement, no joy, no emotion—it was as if he were commenting on something as trivial as the weather.
Yet this simple remark lit up the faces of the three Dou Huang experts with childlike joy, as though they had received the greatest reward.
The crowd, including Jia Xing Tian and Nalan Jie, couldn't help but exclaim inwardly.
Where is the pride of Dou Huang experts? Their dignity? Their honor?
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