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"The treasure of the Primodial Treasure Beast... it has fallen into your hands, hasn't it?"
As the man in the blood-red robe narrowed his eyes slightly and spoke in a calm yet indifferent tone, all the surrounding teams turned their gazes toward Mo Yu, their eyes filled with surprise.
"It looks like a human, and he's with people from the Heaven Swallowing Python Clan and the Rhino Demon Clan. But his luck is truly bad—he's actually been targeted by the Blood Sky Flood Dragon Clan."
"Tsk, tsk, he actually obtained the Primodial Treasure Beast's treasure. I wonder what kind of treasure they got… could it be a Quasi-Saint Artifact?"
"Hm… hard to say. But if it were nothing special, Xue Ming wouldn't have personally shown up."
"Xue Ming is no ordinary character. It's said that he's already touched the threshold of the Ninth-Grade Supreme level, and he even wields the Quasi-Saint Artifact granted by the Blood Sky Flood Dragon Clan—the Blood Sky Flood Dragon Spear. His combat strength is extraordinary. Even when facing a true Ninth-Grade Supreme, he dares to fight."
"Heh, this is going to be an interesting show."
"..."
Whispers spread through the crowd, with many teams casting schadenfreude-filled looks at Mo Yu. To them, a mere newly-advanced Seventh-Grade Supreme stood no chance against the Blood Sky Flood Dragon Clan.
On a stone platform at the forefront, a woman from the Forest Titan Python Clan, whose beauty seemed otherworldly, cast a cold and indifferent glance at Mo Yu before quickly losing interest and looking away.
A mere Seventh-Grade Supreme human was not worth her attention—unless he truly possessed a Quasi-Saint Artifact.
On another stone platform where the Roc Clan resided, several of their top talents crossed their arms, watching Mo Yu with amusement, as if waiting for a spectacle to unfold.
As for the other elite clans, they all observed the situation indifferently. Since they had nothing to do with Mo Yu's group, there was no reason for them to offend the equally formidable Blood Sky Flood Dragon Clan on their behalf.
Under the countless mocking gazes, Cai Lin and the others wore grim expressions. Clearly, they hadn't expected the man in the blood-red robe to have learned about them from Hei Yintian.
They glanced at Mo Yu, who, despite furrowing his brows slightly, remained calm. His pitch-black eyes showed no fluctuation, and he didn't react in the slightest to Xue Ming's icy, knife-like gaze.
"So what if I did? The Primodial Treasure Beast doesn't belong to your clan. Or is there some rule stating that we're not allowed to obtain it?" Mo Yu replied, his tone slow and unhurried.
The moment he spoke, several teams raised their eyebrows in surprise. They had assumed this mere Seventh-Grade Supreme human would panic and beg for mercy. Who would have thought he'd dare to mock Xue Ming in return?
Where did this guy get his confidence from?
On the stone platform ahead, Xue Ming's indifferent face curved into a smile—one devoid of warmth, carrying only a chilling, hair-raising coldness.
"Your strength is lacking, but your courage is not. I can allow you to enter the Divine Graveyard. I can even help you bypass its outer obstructions… but in exchange, I need something from you. What do you say?"
Mo Yu's eyes flickered as he looked at Xue Ming. Deep within the latter's gaze, he detected a trace of greed—an obvious desire for something on his person.
His mind turned slightly, and he quickly understood—Xue Ming was likely referring to the Quasi-Saint Artifact he had obtained from the Primodial Treasure Beast.
However, this item was of great significance to him, and Xue Ming wanting to take it was nothing more than wishful thinking.
So, in response to Xue Ming's gaze, Mo Yu merely smiled and shook his head. "I refuse."
Xue Ming showed no surprise at Mo Yu's rejection. Instead, his lips curled into a faint smirk, filled with mockery.
"Of course, you would refuse. But… do you even have the qualification to refuse?"
The moment his final word fell, a terrifying surge of blood energy erupted from within him.
The space before Xue Ming solidified, and chilling blood energy surged outward like a raging tide, sweeping toward Mo Yu and his companions with devastating force.
The sheer dominance of this blood energy was shocking. Wherever it passed, even spiritual energy was frozen solid. The surrounding teams retreated swiftly, their faces filled with dread.
Xue Ming's power was formidable—even an Eighth-Grade Supreme at peak strength wouldn't dare to touch this blood energy directly.
Cai Lin, Han Yue, and the others tensed up, their bodies surging with spiritual energy as they prepared to retaliate. Although directly clashing with the Blood Sky Flood Dragon Clan's forces here was extremely disadvantageous, they had no intention of sitting still and waiting for death.
However, just as they braced themselves, Mo Yu took a step forward. His entire body remained relaxed, and he didn't channel any spiritual energy, as if he had abandoned all defenses.
"Seeking death?"
Many of the surrounding teams shook their heads upon witnessing this. A mere Seventh-Grade Supreme standing defenseless before Xue Ming's attack? This was no different from courting death.
Even Xue Ming was momentarily stunned by Mo Yu's reaction before his brows furrowed and a cold gleam flashed in his eyes. Without hesitation, he flicked his finger, sending the blood energy tide surging toward Mo Yu's chest.
With this single move, he could severely wound Mo Yu!
As the crimson tide roared forth, Mo Yu's face remained expressionless. He simply raised his palm, revealing a silver lightning orb about the size of a fist.
With each slow rotation of the orb, terrifying thunderclaps resonated through the air. The destructive energy it contained caused the expressions of everyone present to change drastically.
"What is that?!"
"What a terrifying power!"
"Is this lunatic trying to drag us all down with him?!"
The expressions of the gathered teams changed dramatically, and without hesitation, they scrambled to retreat in a panic. They couldn't recognize the orb in Mo Yu's hand, but the overwhelming aura of destruction emanating from it left them with only one certainty—if it exploded, they would all be caught in the blast!
Amid the chaotic retreat, Mo Yu remained emotionless. He directly pushed the lightning orb forward, meeting the incoming wave of blood energy head-on. His reckless stance sent shivers down the spines of everyone watching.
Xue Ming's gaze was locked onto Mo Yu. Naturally, he sensed the horrifying power within that lightning orb. Even he couldn't help but feel a chill in his heart.
He could see clearly that Mo Yu was relying on this trump card, which explained his fearless attitude. But if he were to back down now, wouldn't that mean he had truly been intimidated by Mo Yu?
"I refuse to believe you're this reckless!" Xue Ming's expression darkened, and the tide of blood energy surged forth, showing no signs of stopping.
Swoosh!
Just as the two forces were about to collide, a streak of green divine light descended from the sky. In an instant, it cleansed the overwhelming blood energy, dispersing it completely.
Boom!
A shadow of a staff descended from the sky, obliterating a portion of the blood mist into nothingness.
Swish! Swish!
Several powerful and razor-sharp attacks arrived almost simultaneously, completely erasing the blood mist in an instant.
As his blood mist was dispelled, Xue Ming's expression grew even darker. He turned his gaze toward the other top clans—those attacks had come from them.
"If you have grievances to settle, take them elsewhere and fight as you wish. But this place is the entrance to the Divine Graveyard—if it gets destroyed, Xue Ming, are you willing to compensate all of us for the loss?"
A woman from the Forest Python Clan, ethereal and elegant like an immortal, swept her emerald-green eyes toward Xue Ming and spoke in a cold voice.
"Heh, I doubt he can afford it," a lean man in yellow robes from the Titan Ape Clan chuckled while holding a stone staff.
As he spoke, his gaze flickered toward Mo Yu in surprise—clearly, he hadn't expected Mo Yu to have such a trump card.
"Brother Xue, it would be wise to stay calm. This is not the place for conflict," a powerhouse from the Phoenix Clan also chimed in.
Several top-tier clan experts spoke up simultaneously, causing Xue Ming's eyes to fill with an even denser blood-red glow. But facing these individuals, whom even he feared, he knew better than to offend them all at once.
He could only take a deep breath and shoot a dark, silent glance at Mo Yu before sitting back down. However, everyone could sense the seething rage brewing within him.
Many bewildered and curious gazes once again landed on Mo Yu. No one had expected that, when confronted by Xue Ming's aggression, he wouldn't even make a move but instead casually pull out an item that forced Xue Ming into such an awkward position.
Moreover, this move compelled the other top-tier clans to step in and stop Xue Ming, which inevitably created friction among them. If their conflicts intensified later, this moment could very well be the trigger.
What seemed like a simple maneuver from Mo Yu sent waves of shock through many observant individuals. Their gazes toward him now held no trace of underestimation.
Amidst the eerie silence, the ethereal woman from the Forest Python Clan lifted her emerald-green eyes and looked at Mo Yu. Her tone remained cold as she spoke.
"Friend, all of us here wish to enter the Divine Graveyard, so please put away that item and refrain from unnecessary threats. Otherwise, if this place really does get destroyed, many people here won't stand for it."
Earlier, they had only been bystanders in the conflict between Mo Yu and the Blood Sky Flood Dragon Clan. But in the end, Mo Yu had forced them to step in, which left them somewhat dissatisfied. Now, they were making it clear that he should know his limits.
Mo Yu chuckled at her words, casually tossing the Thunder Orb in his hand. "This was a gift from a Lesser Earthly Supreme expert—its power is self-evident. I'm sure you all can sense it.
We have no intention of stirring trouble, but if anyone mistakes us for easy prey, I don't mind reminding them that even a soft persimmon can shatter teeth when bitten."
Mo Yu wasn't bluffing. The Thunder Orb had been personally refined by his true body—even a peak Ninth-Grade Supreme struck by it would likely perish instantly. That was why its presence alone sent shockwaves through the crowd.
Though Mo Yu wasn't incapable of fighting Xue Ming, with so many powerful figures around, a life-and-death battle would only end up benefiting others. That was why he used the orb for deterrence—and clearly, it had worked as expected.
On the other side, Xue Ming's expression had regained its cold indifference, but he did not lash out. Instead, he cast a sharp gaze at Mo Yu, his eyes brimming with chilling murderous intent.
"I will remember your words," Xue Ming said flatly, staring at Mo Yu. "I hope you can keep that item safe."
Hearing this, many of the surrounding powerhouses twitched their eyelids. Though Xue Ming seemed calm, everyone could feel the killing intent he now bore toward Mo Yu.
Many secretly shook their heads—while Mo Yu had his tricks, he seemed too inexperienced. Right now, he dared to stand against Xue Ming, clearly relying on the Thunder Orb refined by a Lesser Earthly Supreme.
Though they were unfamiliar with its exact capabilities, they could infer its general nature—it was undoubtedly powerful, but likely had limited uses, possibly even a one-time activation.
If it had no usage limit, Mo Yu wouldn't have merely held it up as a threat; he would've thrown it outright. Even with the many Blood Sky Flood Dragon Clan powerhouses present, they would've been left in chaos, suffering heavy casualties.
Since he hadn't detonated it, it was evident that the orb was meant for intimidation and had severe usage constraints.
Thus, the moment Mo Yu exhausted the Thunder Orb, it would mark the time for Xue Ming to bare his fangs once again.
"You needn't worry about that," Mo Yu responded with a smile, putting the Thunder Orb away. Using such a powerful item against Xue Ming alone would be a waste.
As for Xue Ming's veiled threat, Mo Yu merely smiled faintly. Indeed, Xue Ming was strong—even stronger than Hei Yintian—but if he truly believed Mo Yu needed only the Thunder Orb to face him, he would be sorely mistaken.
"Everyone, this is the entrance to the Divine Graveyard. However, the garden is divided into inner and outer regions. There is no restriction on entering the outer region, but it is filled with countless beast spirits. If you believe in your strength, you are welcome to challenge it," the ethereal woman spoke again, standing up and surveying the gathered teams.
"However, entry into the inner region requires certain qualifications."
"Fairy Qing Ling, what qualifications are needed?" someone in the crowd couldn't resist asking.
"Her name is Qing Ling?" Mo Yu glanced at her, his expression unchanged. From her presence, he could sense an aura of danger—her strength was no less than Xue Ming's.
Qing Ling's emerald eyes glimmered as she spoke coldly and calmly. "The qualification is a Half-Step Ninth-Grade Beast Spirit Heart."
An uproar erupted immediately. Many teams couldn't help but change expressions—obtaining a Half-Step Ninth-Grade Beast Spirit Heart meant they had to slay such a creature.
That was equivalent to slaying a Half-Step Ninth-Grade Supreme!
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