Chapter 352: Black-Gold Thunder Orb vs. Power of the Clan Mark
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"A mere Dou Huang, yet capable of unleashing such a formidable attack? Could this boy truly be a hidden prodigy of the Lei Clan?"
Hun Feng muttered to himself, his expression tightening slightly. The golden thunder orb emanated a faint sense of threat, even to him.
With such profound heritage and the mysterious, unpredictable power of thunder, this youth would undoubtedly grow to be a major enemy of the Hun Clan in the future!
Realizing this, Hun Feng dismissed any lingering contempt. Unconsciously, he began to regard Mo Yu as a foe that must be eliminated.
A surge of vast, jet-black Dou Qi erupted from Hun Feng's body, flooding the area like a tidal wave. His form seemed like a black abyss, devouring the surrounding energy of heaven and earth with ferocious greed.
In mere moments, the immense Dou Qi coalesced into a towering black tornado, over 20 meters high, that enveloped Hun Feng completely.
On the plaza below, countless gazes locked onto Hun Feng's effortless ability to summon such a monumental vortex of Dou Qi. Even the Dou Zong experts present couldn't help but gasp in amazement.
Just this display alone was far beyond the capabilities of any Dou Zong in attendance.
The colossal black vortex howled around Hun Feng, spinning at a terrifying speed. The fierce winds tore through the plaza, causing many individuals to stagger and lose their balance.
Those with weaker strength stumbled backward repeatedly, some even falling onto the ground, gazing up in terror at the massive whirlwind that seemed to bridge heaven and earth.
This kind of terrifying, nature-defying power summoned singlehandedly by the mysterious black-robed man was truly horrifying.
The raging winds swept across Yun Lan Mountain, causing the vast forest to churn violently. Waves of green foliage surged outward from the center, rippling like an ocean, spreading in all directions.
Seeing Hun Feng's sudden, dramatic maneuver, Mo Yu was momentarily startled. Then, a cold smile appeared on his pale face.
Lowering his gaze, he glanced at the golden orb floating in his hand. This thunder orb, formed by Xiao Jin combining the Vermilion Burning Sky Thunder, True Origin Devouring Thunder, and his own Nine Profound Golden Thunder Dragon, had reached a state of perfection in a remarkably short time.
Moreover, since the orb had been created and delivered directly to Mo Yu by Xiao Jin, Mo Yu hadn't expended his own Dou Qi or soul power to craft it, unlike how Xiao Yan exhausted himself to create an Angry Buddha Lotus Flame.
As long as Xiao Jin remained diligent, Mo Yu could produce an endless supply of these thunder orbs—a testament to the terrifying potential of a Thunder Spirit!
Mo Yu's eyes were fixed on the massive black vortex dominating the heavens. Even at a distance, the tearing force emanating from it was enough to make his body sway slightly.
To Mo Yu, Hun Feng might appear as a three-star Dou Zong on the surface, but his displayed strength rivaled that of a six- or seven-star high-tier Dou Zong. Truly, Hun Feng deserved his reputation as one of the Hun Clan's top prodigies!
Seizing the brief moment, Mo Yu's gaze swept across the surrounding battlefield. His attention naturally gravitated toward the clashes involving Yao Lao, Protector Wu, Xiao Yan, and Yun Shan.
Although Yao Lao was in a soul state, the Bone-Chilling Flame allowed him to counter Protector Wu's eerie chain attacks effortlessly. The unique properties of the Heavenly Flame left Protector Wu scrambling to defend himself.
As for Xiao Yan, his strength already surpassed his realm, and with the help of the Fire Yao Puppet, Yun Shan was unable to gain any advantage for the time being.
When Mo Yu's gaze swept over, Xiao Yan seemed to sense it. Their eyes met, and Xiao Yan noticed the golden thunder orb in Mo Yu's hand.
Xiao Yan's expression froze momentarily, a hint of surprise flickering in his dark eyes.
He could feel a destructive aura similar to the Angry Buddha Lotus Flame emanating from the golden orb.
"So that's cousin Mo Yu's trump card. No wonder..." Xiao Yan mused, deeply aware of the Angry Buddha Lotus Flame's power. The thunder orb in Mo Yu's hand, however, seemed even more formidable.
Back in the arena, Mo Yu quickly retracted his gaze, reassured by the situation. With a slight flutter of his wings, he ascended slightly. Raising his hand, the golden thunder orb floated upward under the watchful eyes of countless spectators.
Hun Feng, hidden within the massive vortex, noticed Mo Yu's actions. His abyssal eyes flashed with a bloodthirsty glint as he silently roared in his heart. The surging Dou Qi within his body poured out, causing the vortex to deepen in color.
Seeing this, Mo Yu's expression hardened. Everything was ready. His hands rapidly formed seals, and the golden thunder orb hovering in the air erupted with a dazzling golden light, resembling a miniature sun hanging in the sky.
"Go!"
With a flick of his finger, Mo Yu shouted sharply.
As the sound fell, the rotating thunder orb transformed into a blurred streak of light, shooting through the air like thunder.
Although the orb contained a terrifying and chaotic energy, it moved silently through the space, without even the slightest ripple—this eerie quiet only heightened its deadly menace.
In the distance, the Mu Lan Elders and Yan Luotian stared unblinkingly at the blurred streak of light.
Though not directly facing its attack, their Dou Zong-level senses told them the thunder orb's power was so overwhelming that even a single hit would be fatal.
The realization filled the Mu Lan Elders with terror. Who would have thought that the youth they had pursued relentlessly years ago had now grown into such a formidable opponent?
If they had known this would happen, they would have spared no cost to kill him before he could grow.
But regret was useless now. Their only hope lay in the black-robed youth facing Mo Yu, praying he could emerge victorious.
Under countless watchful eyes, the thunder orb streaked through the air and collided with the massive black vortex, like a tiny bird crashing into a towering mountain.
The disparity in size made the collision seem inconsequential, as though it wouldn't even register.
However, size isn't always the deciding factor.
"Explode!"
As the thunder orb penetrated the vortex, a cold voice echoed across the heavens like a thunderclap.
Boom!
A golden thunder dragon suddenly erupted from within the vortex, followed by an earth-shattering explosion that reverberated through the skies!
The terrifying energy storm that followed spread rapidly, engulfing an area of over a hundred meters.
Even Yao Lao and Protector Wu, locked in battle, turned their heads in shock at the sheer magnitude of the blast.
"This little guy has never stayed in the Lei Clan, yet he created such a terrifying Dou Technique. No wonder the Black Demon Army came for him. If I were one of the Lei Clan's elders, I'd be grinning from ear to ear at such an outstanding junior."
The deafening thunderclap shattered the tranquility of the sky. Golden thunder currents intertwined with dense black Dou Qi, creating a tumultuous ocean that surged in all directions.
The raging electric currents swept across the chaotic battlefield, sparing only those quick enough to evade. Those caught in the blast were struck down, some coughing up blood before succumbing to the relentless energy.
The once-bright sunlight dimmed as the golden lightning currents blanketed Yun Lan Mountain's sky like oppressive storm clouds.
A torrent of electricity, laden with terrifying energy, swept across the sky. Apart from a select few, the rest of the strong fighters hurriedly descended to the ground, desperate to avoid contact with the electric currents and the disastrous end that would follow.
Gulp! On the square below, the stunned crowd collectively gulped, disbelief etched on their faces.
Some trembled as they wiped cold sweat from their foreheads. In the face of energy so immense it rivaled nature's fury, even Dou Wangs felt insignificant and vulnerable.
This power was far beyond what their level could withstand!
On the lofty treetops, Hai Bodong and his group descended hurriedly from the sky, their appearances a bit disheveled.
The terrifying energy that had swept across like lightning had caught them off guard. However, their formidable strength had kept them from sustaining serious injuries, though their appearances were far from pristine.
"Is everyone alright?" they asked one another after landing, checking for injuries.
"We're fine," Xiao Li remarked, observing the scene with a contemplative expression. "That golden thunder seemed to specifically target the experts from the Yun Lan Sect and Mu Lan Valley. It almost avoided us intentionally."
Hearing this, everyone was taken aback. They quickly realized their side had suffered no casualties. A deep sense of awe emerged in their hearts.
"The Manor Lord... His control is astounding. Even in the midst of such an intense battle, he managed to protect us."Elder Yin Gu marveled, their admiration for Mo Yu growing ever stronger.
Who could have imagined that Mo Yu, previously only at the Dou Huang level, possessed the strength to kill a Dou Zong? More astonishingly, Mo Yu was only twenty years old!
"I wonder how the Manor Lord is doing," Lin Yan muttered, his face slightly pale but his eyes burning with fervor.
Despite the brutal nature of this battle, it exhilarated him. To Lin Yan, life was meant to be thrilling and intense. The tame sparring sessions at the academy couldn't satisfy his battle-hungry heart.
Beside him, Lin Xiuya and Liu Qing shook their heads. Both bore minor injuries but were otherwise fine.
"Don't worry. Cousin Mo Yu will definitely win," Xiao Li declared with firm resolve, staring into the sky.
Hearing this, Zi Yan and the others were momentarily stunned but quickly nodded with determination.
Since the founding of the Yuan Manor, Mo Yu had been an indomitable presence in their hearts. Even though the mysterious black-robed youth was powerful, none of them believed Mo Yu would lose.
As these thoughts filled their minds, the thick storm clouds above suddenly began to churn.
A massive vortex emerged, rotating rapidly. As it spun faster, the storm clouds surged violently.
When the vortex reached its peak speed, two faint popping sounds echoed. Two figures were then forcefully ejected, as if discarded by the vortex.
The entire crowd's gaze was immediately drawn to the two figures. Relief swept through the onlookers as they recognized them—it was Mo Yu and Hun Feng, the central figures of the battle.
Ejected by the storm, Mo Yu and Hun Feng's forms became clear to all.
Contrary to expectations of a decisive victory, both figures appeared exhausted. Their faces were pale, their clothes tattered, and their auras somewhat diminished. However, they were still standing.
The crowd collectively gasped. Surviving such a terrifying clash relatively unscathed—were these two even human?
Mo Yu's silver eyes narrowed slightly. Hun Feng truly deserves to be called the greatest talent of the Hun Clan's generation!
Hun Feng's face twitched, his expression dark.
At this moment, he finally understood why Mo Yu showed no fear of him. The latter's strength was no less than his own!
And even more astonishing, Mo Yu was still at the Dou Huang level!
Others fought across ranks—Mo Yu fought across realms!
"No wonder the elders in my clan are wary of you. It turns out the Lei Clan has birthed an extraordinary genius," Hun Feng muttered, suppressing his shock.
He took a deep breath, his hand forming a seal. A clan mark slowly appeared on his forehead, and with its emergence, Hun Feng's aura skyrocketed. In an instant, it approached the level of a high-tier Dou Zong!
The crowd was stunned. Even Dou Zong experts like Yan Luotian and Yun Shan broke into cold sweats, their faces filled with disbelief as they stared at the black-robed figure exuding a deathly aura.
"You've earned my respect, but the one who wins must be me!"
With a cold laugh, Hun Feng's hands executed a series of intricate seals. A sinister black Dou Qi surged, coalescing into a pitch-black palm print that exuded an oppressive, deathly chill.
Screams of agony echoed from the palm print, and faint, twisted faces flickered on its surface.
"Heavenly Fiend Soul Destroying Palm!"
The small but menacing palm print carried a terrifyingly cold and immense Dou Qi, like the ghostly aura of the Nine Nether Hell. It enveloped Yun Lan Mountain in an oppressive silence.
Even a glance at it caused cold sweat to pour from the foreheads of Dou Zong experts like Yan Luotian and Yun Shan.
Hun Feng clearly understood that without going all out, he would surely face defeat at Mo Yu's hands!
Seeing this, Mo Yu's expression grew serious. With a wave of his hand, ten golden thunder orbs appeared in his palm.
Under the astonished gazes of the onlookers, the orbs rapidly fused into one.
In the next moment, a black-gold annihilation thunder orb emerged, radiating a destructive force that caused the entire Yun Lan Mountain to tremble.
"Black Gold Thunder Orb!"
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