Chapter 354: Conclusion, Handling the Yun Lan Sect
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"Hun Clan expert!"
Mo Yu's expression hardened as he stared at the elderly figure before him. The man leaned on a ghost-headed cane, his entire being exuding an aura that seemed to grasp at one's soul.
To Mo Yu's shock, just as he was about to slay Hun Feng, a powerful Hun Clan expert shattered the void and descended upon the Northwestern Continent.
So this is the prestige of a divine-grade bloodline, Mo Yu thought to himself, his gaze locked on the elder. The Hun Clan truly treasures such talents.
Without drawing attention, Mo Yu's hand slipped into his sleeve, brushing against the Black Thunder Talisman gifted by Lei Ying.
This talisman could unleash the might of an eight-star Dou Sheng three times, and he could sense that this elder, wielding the ghost-headed cane, was far stronger than the Mu Gu elder he once encountered.
Though the elder had likely not reached the 'Saint' level, he was undoubtedly at the peak of a half-saint.
If he chooses to disregard martial ethics and bully the weak, I'll have no choice but to use the Black Thunder Talisman, Mo Yu resolved internally.
The atmosphere atop Yun Lan Mountain turned deathly silent as the elder appeared. The formidable aura of the ghost-headed cane elder stunned all present, leaving them frozen in shock.
Shattering the void... this is a feat only achievable by Dou Zun or stronger! And such a figure has appeared in the Jia Ma Empire?
"Cough... Elder Gui Zhu, what brings you here?"
Hun Feng, his face pale, coughed lightly and struggled to his feet. Trembling, he greeted the elder with a mix of respect and embarrassment.
"If I hadn't come, you'd already be dead," the elder, known as Gui Zhu, remarked coldly, casting a deep gaze at Mo Yu before addressing Hun Feng with dissatisfaction.
"In our clan, you are among the most talented of your generation. Few of your peers can rival you. But your arrogance has made you complacent. Have you now realized there's always someone stronger?"
Gui Zhu sighed and continued, "Come back with me for now. The mission has failed. The young man from the Lei Clan is no simple opponent, and he's beyond your ability to deal with."
Hun Feng's face turned red, a mix of shame and frustration flashing in his eyes. Gritting his teeth, he explained, "I admit I was careless this time. However, this guy wields multiple mysterious thunder abilities.
Their power and peculiar nature rival even Heavenly Flames. He can even fuse them to unleash devastating attacks. That's how I ended up defeated."
"Thunder rivaling Heavenly Flames? Could it be some newly discovered treasure of the Lei Clan?" Gui Zhu's brows furrowed slightly. He turned to Mo Yu, his voice cold.
"Boy, your surname is Mo, which makes you a junior of the Mo Clan, one of the Lei Clan's affiliated families. Tell me—why did you try to kill a member of my Hun Clan?"
As his words fell, a chilling aura, as if emerging from the depths of hell, surged toward Mo Yu. It was like the wails of ten thousand ghosts, plunging Yun Lan Mountain into an eerie underworld-like atmosphere.
Mo Yu's expression darkened as he felt the overwhelming deathly energy. In an instant, the Vermilion Burning Sky Thunder appeared, encasing him in crimson thunder that shielded him from the oppressive aura, even one capable of making a Dou Huang tremble.
"So this is that peculiar thunder. It's not ordinary," Gui Zhu murmured, his aged eyes gleaming as he observed the thunder encasing Mo Yu like an impenetrable barrier.
"Elder of the Hun Clan," Mo Yu began, gripping the Black Thunder Talisman tightly in his palm, "in a duel between juniors, life and death are governed by fate. Are you planning to break the rules of the ancient clans by intervening against me, a junior?"
Although Mo Yu could rely on the Black Thunder Talisman to unleash Lei Ying's eight-star Dou Sheng strike, he hesitated. The talisman had only three uses, and wasting one now, especially in such a public setting, was not ideal.
Hearing Mo Yu's retort, Gui Zhu's expression shifted. His wrinkled hand clenched the ghost-headed cane tightly as an invisible pressure swept across Yun Lan Mountain.
Among the eight ancient clans, many unwritten rules existed—such as prohibiting Dou Sheng experts above five stars from taking action lightly or forbidding elders from interfering in battles between juniors.
It was precisely these rules that led the Hun Clan to send Hun Feng to test Mo Yu. If Hun Feng had killed Mo Yu, it would still have been within the rules, and the Lei Clan wouldn't have had grounds to object.
But against all odds, Mo Yu defeated Hun Feng, the Hun Clan's greatest prodigy, and used his own strategies to render Gui Zhu speechless.
"Kid, don't get cocky. Hun Feng is a once-in-a-millennium talent of my clan. Once his bloodline fully awakens, you won't stand a chance the next time you face him," Gui Zhu declared, his voice icy and old.
"Then I'll be waiting. But I fear he'll lose to me again!" Mo Yu retorted confidently. He knew it was impossible to kill Hun Feng now that Gui Zhu had appeared.
Still, Mo Yu wasn't concerned about the future threat of Hun Feng. When it came to growth, there was likely no one on the Dou Qi Continent who could surpass him—not even the so-called protagonist of the realm, Xiao Yan.
Ten years from now, while Hun Feng might reach the level of a Dou Sheng, Mo Yu believed that he could stand at the peak of the Dou Sheng realm within the same timeframe.
"Arrogant brat!" Gui Zhu banged his ghost-headed cane against the ground. "Were it not for certain restrictions, I would have killed you today to eliminate future trouble."
Though furious, Gui Zhu refrained from further action, bound by the rules. With a cold snort, he summoned a surge of black mist from the spatial rift that had brought him. Grabbing Hun Feng, he stepped into the rift, which rapidly closed under the watchful eyes of all present.
"Mo Yu, next time, I will not lose to you!" Hun Feng's resentful voice echoed faintly as the spatial rift disappeared.
Mo Yu stared coldly at the fading rift, his thoughts churning. The Hun Clan's strength is indeed unfathomable. To traverse such distances to rescue Hun Feng…
Fortunately, their fear of the Lei Clan had held them back. Otherwise, he would have had to use the Black Thunder Talisman.
As the ghostly aura dissipated from Yun Lan Mountain, the oppressive atmosphere finally lifted, and everyone heaved a sigh of relief. Even the Dou Zong experts had struggled under the pressure Gui Zhu exerted.
"Brother Mo Yu, how should we deal with the Yun Lan Sect and Mu Lan Valley people?"
Breaking the silence, Hai Bodong, still wiping cold sweat from his brow, approached respectfully. Mo Yu's terrifying strength had left an indelible impression on him.
"This time, I'll let you all off. But next time my Hall of Souls returns, none of you will survive!"
A sneer echoed as the Hall of Souls's Protector Wu took the chance to flee, knowing he stood no chance against Mo Yu. With Gui Zhu gone, he dared not linger.
With a flicker of his figure, he transformed into a black mist, streaking across the sky like lightning, vanishing beyond the horizon. Such speed was beyond the reach of even high-tier Dou Zong experts.
Mo Yu's brows furrowed as he observed the vanishing Protector Wu but quickly dismissed it with indifference.
"Just a mere protector—not worth mentioning."
As his gaze shifted downward, the plaza fell silent.
The disciples of Yun Lan Sect and the experts of Mu Lan Valley swallowed nervously, unease creeping into their hearts. Now that the mysterious Protector Wu and Elder Gui Zhu had retreated, it seemed their turn for retribution had arrived.
Seeing Mo Yu's expression, Hai Bodong and the others caught his intent. Their figures moved, eyes gleaming sharply as they fixed on the figures below.
Realizing the impending situation, Yun Yun's face changed slightly. She swiftly ascended into the sky, confronting Mo Yu directly.
"Yun Lan Sect has lost. What do you intend to do?"
Biting her silver teeth lightly, Yun Yun's wavering gaze finally landed on Mo Yu's cold face, her heart a storm of emotions.
Though her relationship with Yun Shan had grown distant over the years, he was still her teacher, and Yun Lan Sect remained her home. She couldn't stand idly by as Mo Yu sought its destruction.
"Yun Yun, don't beg her! I, Yun Shan, would rather die than surrender!" Yun Shan, his hair disheveled and his face wild with madness, shouted hysterically at Mo Yu.
Hearing Yun Yun and Yun Shan, Mo Yu's expression turned grim, his tone cold as he declared, "What do I intend to do? Yun Lan Sect harmed my grandfather and destroyed Xiao Clan. They must face retribution!"
Sensing the anger in his words, Yun Yun clenched her delicate hands tightly, her nails digging into her palms. She understood the pain of his fury and had no argument to justify Yun Lan Sect's actions over the years.
"My teacher's actions over these years have indeed brought great harm to you. But can you spare them for my sake?"
Her ample chest rose and fell gently as Yun Yun bit her lip. After a moment's hesitation, she finally spoke, her voice tinged with a trace of pleading.
"Spare them?" Mo Yu's brow furrowed, anger flashing across his face. Then, as if remembering something, he took a deep breath and spoke coolly.
"For the sake of our acquaintance, I can give you a chance. I won't personally take action against Yun Lan Sect or Yun Shan.
However, I am not the only one with a deep-seated grudge against Yun Lan Sect. My cousin Xiao Yan's father was abducted, his clan destroyed—all because of them.
I can spare Yun Lan Sect, but if Xiao Yan seeks revenge, I won't interfere."
Yun Yun froze, staring at Mo Yu with bright, clear eyes. A bitter smile graced her lips, her voice hoarse as she muttered, "Must it come to this? When will the cycle of vengeance end?"
Mo Yu's cold demeanor remained unshaken. There was no response to her words; justice demanded balance—debts had to be repaid.
Understanding his silence, Yun Yun's graceful figure swayed slightly, a look of desolation overtaking her face. Yet, a flicker of hope sparked in her eyes as she turned toward Yun Shan.
If Yun Shan could withstand Xiao Yan's retribution, there might still be hope for Yun Lan Sect with Mo Yu staying his hand.
Meanwhile, the experts from Jia Ma Empire and Yuan Manor looked on in surprise, baffled by Mo Yu's decision to grant Yun Lan Sect such an opportunity despite holding the upper hand.
Xiao Yan, however, seemed to grasp Mo Yu's intentions. His black eyes gleamed with understanding as he nodded firmly at Mo Yu, his hands quickly forming seals.
With the shift in Xiao Yan's hand seals, a tri-colored flame lotus erupted with dazzling brilliance, akin to a blazing sun.
The sight of this caused the onlookers on Yun Lan Mountain to collectively gasp. The power of this tri-colored flame lotus was eerily similar to Mo Yu's golden lightning orb!
Yun Yun's hopeful expression instantly turned pale.
She had forgotten that Xiao Yan wielded such a devastating technique—one that nearly obliterated Yun Lan Sect three years ago!
Realizing this, Yun Yun staggered, fully grasping Mo Yu's intentions.
Even understanding his strategy, she couldn't bring herself to resent him. Yun Lan Sect's actions against the Xiao Clan had been unjustifiable.
With Xiao Yan alone capable of annihilating them, Yun Lan Sect had sowed the seeds of their own downfall long ago.
"Go!"
Xiao Yan's commanding shout echoed across the skies as he flicked his finger.
The spinning tri-colored flame lotus transformed into a streak of blinding light, shooting forward like lightning.
The flame lotus, brimming with overwhelming energy, was like a death god's bloom, radiating an aura of destruction.
Amidst countless stunned and terrified gazes, Xiao Yan rushed to Yun Shan's side.
Already battered from the strikes of the Fire Yao Puppet, Yun Shan's injuries were severe. As Xiao Yan's face twisted into a cruel grin, fear surged uncontrollably in Yun Shan's heart.
He could feel it—if Xiao Yan struck, death was inevitable.
Watching the terror etched on Yun Shan's bloodied face, Xiao Yan's sinister smile widened. A low, venomous voice reached Yun Shan's ears.
"Old dog, I swore three years ago that you would regret letting me escape alive. This debt has been three years in the making—today, I'll repay it in full!"
The flame lotus smashed into Yun Shan's body, unleashing a devastating explosion of energy. Even a Dou Zong expert like Yun Shan couldn't withstand it, coughing up blood uncontrollably.
Within moments, Yun Shan's blood-soaked face slackened, his terrified, unwilling gaze dimming as his eyes closed.
Not even his strength as a Dou Zong could save him from Xiao Yan's relentless assault—death was inevitable!
The spectators on Yun Lan Mountain held their breath. Had Jia Ma Empire's strongest, Yun Shan, truly fallen?
Mo Yu's composed expression betrayed no surprise. His figure moved, catching the faltering Xiao Yan before he could fall from the sky.
With his other hand, crackling with black thunder, Mo Yu struck Yun Shan's corpse, pulling out a faint, unconscious soul. Without hesitation, he sealed it within the Black Lotus Soul Thunder.
Completing this, Mo Yu's silver eyes swept over the crowd as his voice thundered across Yun Lan Mountain.
"Yun Shan is dead. From this moment on, the Jia Ma Empire shall have no Yun Lan Sect!"
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