Chapter 347: The Backup Plan of Mu Lan Valley, Meeting an Old Acquaint
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Zi Yan's stunning victory undoubtedly boosted the morale of Mo Yu's side significantly.
In stark contrast, the spirits of Mu Lan Valley and the Yun Lan Sect plummeted. To everyone's astonishment, even the esteemed successor of Mu Lan Valley couldn't defeat a little girl.
The sight made the expressions of the Mu Lan Elders darken. They abandoned any pretense of single combat and immediately organized their formation for battle.
As their cold shouts echoed across Yun Lan Mountain, the tension in the air thickened, stirred by the autumn wind that carried with it a few fallen leaves and a chilling intent to kill.
All over Yun Lan Mountain, the Mu Lan Valley experts, long prepared for this moment, activated their Dou Qi wings at the Elders' command. With a flick of their hands, gleaming weapons emerged, their sharp gazes locking onto the opposing group in the sky, a formidable force in its own right.
Observing this, Yun Shan smirked coldly, waved his hand, and led the Yun Lan Sect elders to encircle Mo Yu's faction alongside the Mu Lan Valley forces.
"Haha, Xiao Clan's Twin Dragons! Today, I, Yun Shan, will turn you into Xiao Clan's dead worms!" he declared menacingly.
Above, Xiao Yan's expression darkened as he looked at Yun Shan's sinister smile. His grin took on an equally chilling edge.
"Yun Shan, save your harsh words. You, an old dog who caused my father's disappearance and destroyed my Xiao Clan, are already my sworn enemy. Today, either the Yun Lan Sect is erased from the Jia Ma Empire, or I, Xiao Yan, die here!"
Yun Shan's face twitched at being called an old dog, but he soon calmed himself, sneering coldly. "This time, the Xiao Clan will be wiped from the Jia Ma Empire for good!"
"Yun Lan Sect, attack!"
At Yun Shan's command, the Mu Lan Elders also shouted decisively, "Mu Lan Valley, strike!"
As their orders fell, the taut atmosphere shattered. Yun Lan Sect elders and Mu Lan Valley experts took flight, their Dou Qi wings cutting through the sky in a burst of motion, aiming to surround Jia Xingtian and the others.
"Don't let them form a formation—attack!"
As Yun Lan Sect and Mu Lan Valley moved, Hai Bodong roared an order. His icy wings flared behind him, and powerful Dou Qi surged from his body.
Thanks to the Purple Spirit Pill Xiao Yan had provided, Hai Bodong's strength had nearly returned to its peak in just a few days. The release of his overwhelming aura caused many to pale in shock.
Without hesitation, Hai Bodong darted forward, sending a sharp, blade-like wave of icy Dou Qi toward one of the stronger elders among the enemy ranks.
This single action triggered a chain reaction.
Behind him, Jia Xingtian, Fa Ma, Elder Yin Gu, and Zi Yan also charged forward. The terrifying Dou Qi they unleashed filled the sky above Yun Lan Mountain, its oppressive force leaving weaker individuals gasping for breath.
"Kill!"
Not to be outdone, the Yun Lan Sect elders and Mu Lan Valley experts roared fiercely. With Dou Qi surging to its peak, they clashed head-on with their enemies, shaking the heavens with thunderous collisions and rippling shockwaves.
In the midst of this chaos, Mo Yu and Xiao Yan stood apart, floating calmly above the fray. None of the Yun Lan Sect elders or Mu Lan Valley experts dared to approach them. Everyone knew these two were reserved for Yun Shan and the Mu Lan Elders to handle.
Scanning the fierce battlefield below, Yun Shan's gaze turned to the Xiao Clan's Twin Dragons hovering in the sky. Smirking coldly, he began to ascend step by step, his Dou Qi forming an invisible staircase beneath his feet.
Before leaving, Yun Shan barked an order to the Yun Lan Sect disciples nearby. "Watch her closely!"
The disciples hurriedly acknowledged, but none noticed the black-robed figure silently approaching Yun Yun amidst the commotion.
Above, Yun Shan's steps carried him closer to Xiao Yan. As they faced each other, their gazes met, filled with mutual killing intent. Sparks seemed to ignite in the air between them.
Simultaneously, the three Mu Lan Elders exchanged a glance before spreading their Dou Qi wings and flying toward Mo Yu, surrounding him.
Although not true Dou Zong experts, the three could rival one through their unique combined technique.
"Boy, you managed to escape Mu Lan Empire a few years ago, but today, you'll die here!" sneered the lion-headed elder, his voice filled with malice.
"The three of you working together might rival a Dou Zong in strength, but I wonder—does your combined soul power reach that level? If not, I'll gladly take it," Mo Yu retorted calmly.
"Hmph, your arrogance has grown, but we'll see how far your strength has come!" the lion-headed elder snarled, his expression dark.
Just then, a powerful aura erupted from another part of the battlefield, drawing everyone's attention.
On one side, Yun Shan's dark green Dou Qi surged like molten lava, compressing and trembling the surrounding space. On the other, Xiao Yan's hands formed seals as his Dou Qi surged violently.
"Heavenly Flame Three Mysterious Transformations: Glazed Change!"
With a shout, Xiao Yan's Dou Qi skyrocketed, his aura rising to rival that of a true Dou Huang.
"A secret technique to boost strength?" muttered the tiger-headed elder, intrigued by Xiao Yan's sudden power surge.
"Leave him to Yun Shan. Our target is Mo Yu!" declared the tiger-headed elder, his eyes gleaming with bloodlust.
"Let's see how much you've improved in these years!" sneered the lion-headed elder as an immense aura burst forth from his body.
The other two elders followed suit, their combined power sweeping across the sky, shaking the heavens.
"Such a terrifying Dou Zong-like aura," Mo Yu murmured, his expression slightly serious.
The battle reached a climax as both sides held their breath, focusing on the two critical duels: Xiao Yan versus Yun Shan and Mo Yu versus the Mu Lan Elders. These fights would determine the outcome of this war.
Facing the sneering lion-headed elder, Mo Yu twirled his Divine Might Black Thunder Spear, a faint smile on his lips. "Mu Lan Valley? In the Black-Corner Region, you wouldn't even qualify to carry my shoes."
"Arrogant! The Northwest Continent isn't a playground for your kind!" the tiger-headed elder growled, his voice laced with a faint tiger's roar.
Ignoring their taunts, Mo Yu gripped his spear, its edge slicing through the air with a piercing whistle. The showdown was about to begin.
The spear paused mid-air as a surge of silver thunder burst from beneath Mo Yu's feet. A faint crackle echoed, and his figure transformed into a streak of black, shooting forward with astonishing speed.
Seeing this, the three elders of Mu Lan Valley were slightly surprised, but their lips quickly curled into cold smiles. The tiger-headed elder took a step forward, positioning himself perfectly to intercept Mo Yu's onslaught.
His bloodshot eyes glinted with a menacing light as he clenched his fist. Crimson energy gathered, and he threw a simple, straightforward punch directly at Mo Yu.
Though the attack lacked finesse, it carried an immense force. The terrifying power caused even the surrounding space to distort, accompanied by a sharp, ear-piercing whine.
Unfazed by the impending attack, Mo Yu's expression remained calm. The dou qi within him surged like a roaring flood, coursing through his meridians with overwhelming vigor.
Though merely a one-star Dou Huang, his profound foundation rivaled that of a four or five-star Dou Huang. With the support of two thunder soul powers, he remained undaunted even by a peak Dou Huang. Combined with certain special methods, even a Dou Zong would find no easy victory against him.
Gripping his black spear tightly, he channeled a surge of crimson thunder that enveloped the weapon. Without hesitation, he swung the spear with both hands, colliding head-on with the tiger-headed elder's crimson fist.
Clang!
A deafening metallic clash echoed across the battlefield, causing weaker cultivators below to feel a sharp pain in their ears. The impact unleashed shockwaves of energy that rippled outward like waves. Both combatants were flung backward by the immense force.
The recoil left Mo Yu's hands slightly numb as he steadied his spear. The tiger-headed elder's strength exceeded expectations, but Mo Yu noticed the elder's overconfidence.
After a few steps, the elder stabilized himself, his gaze darkened as he stared at his fist. A tingling numbness from the thunder spread across it, prompting a low growl.
"What kind of thunder is this?" he demanded, his voice tinged with unease.
The elder's knowledge told him that ordinary lightning could never suppress such blood-colored energy. This realization hinted that Mo Yu's lightning power was on par with the fearsome Heavenly Flames of the Dou Qi Continent.
The tiger-headed elder's setback darkened the faces of the other two elders. They had underestimated this young man.
"Stop toying with him. Let's finish this together!" the lion-headed elder growled, his bloodthirsty gaze locked onto Mo Yu as he gestured for his comrades to act.
The other two elders nodded without hesitation.
The Mu Lan Three Elders moved simultaneously, their figures flashing into position around Mo Yu in a triangular formation, cutting off all escape routes.
Mo Yu calmly stroked the beast ring on his finger, his silver eyes glinting with a hint of amusement. He felt his retreat completely sealed off, forcing him to face the combined assault head-on.
"This Mu Lan Valley indeed has its methods," he muttered to himself, a sharp alertness rising within him. Without hesitation, he hurled the beast ring behind him.
In an instant, a ghostly figure materialized above him. A fiery glow emanated from its tiger-like claws, tearing through the void with deadly precision toward Mo Yu's head.
The crowd braced for a gruesome scene, but a brilliant crimson light suddenly exploded from behind Mo Yu. A figure emerged amidst the fiery glow.
Boom!
A flame-wreathed arm shot forth, colliding with the tiger claw in an earth-shattering impact. The ensuing shockwave rippled through the air, sending the tiger-headed elder reeling backward several steps.
"A Dou Zong puppet!" the bear-headed elder exclaimed, his expression shifting dramatically as he recognized the lifeless, yet terrifyingly powerful, figure standing before them.
"I told you—killing me is beyond the means of Mu Lan Valley," Mo Yu's icy voice sounded from behind the crimson puppet. He stepped forward, his gaze as cold as the void as it fell upon the elders.
The Mu Lan Three Elders exchanged grim looks. The lion-headed elder sneered. "We underestimated you, but did you think we weren't prepared for your Dou Zong puppet?"
His words froze the surrounding crowd. A Dou Zong-level puppet? How could such a thing even exist?
The lion-headed elder's eyes narrowed as he focused on the fiery puppet. Then, with a chilling smirk, he declared, "But the Northwest Continent isn't a place where you can run rampant, brat!"
He raised his hand and issued a sharp whistle. "Sect Master Yan, Sect Master Du, show yourselves!"
As his voice faded, a dazzling golden light streaked across the sky from the northwest. It stopped abruptly, revealing a figure clad in golden robes with massive golden wings on his back, radiating divine brilliance.
Beside him hovered a colossal shadow—an azure eagle exuding an aura no weaker than Yun Shan's.
Mo Yu's expression tensed as his gaze fell on the eagle's rider—a familiar and strikingly beautiful figure.
Seeing her, his eyes softened, and he murmured, "It's been a while, little girl…"
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