Chapter 665: The Power of an Emperor's Soul, Hun Yuan Tian
"All members of the Lei Clan, hear my command: Nine Dragons Heavenly Thunder Formation!"
As the battle was about to erupt, the hot-tempered Lei Ying couldn't hold back any longer and shouted loudly.
"Yes!"
Upon hearing Lei Ying's order, the strong warriors of the Lei Clan responded with stern expressions. Immediately, brilliant silver light surged from their bodies, quickly gathering in the sky to form a vast thundercloud.
Within the thundercloud, silver light flickered and eventually transformed into nine colossal thunder dragons, each spanning thousands of feet. The deafening roar of thunder made the ground tremble.
"Go!"
As soon as the thunder dragons appeared, under the control of the Lei Clan warriors, they carried destructive power and fiercely charged toward the Soul Clan army in the sky. Along their path, the very space itself shattered into pieces.
"Flame Clan, Great Flame Incantation!"
As the Lei Clan acted, Yan Jin also let out a cold shout. Instantly, overwhelming flames erupted, as if they were going to burn the entire sky and earth. The flames ultimately transformed into a vast sea of fire, surging toward the Soul Clan.
"Ancient Emperor Mirror!"
With the Lei Clan and the Flame Clan joining the fray, the Gu Clan also gathered an ancient mirror that covered the sky. Waves of light rippled across it, and soon, a massive beam of light shot out!
"Swoosh, swoosh!"
All the attacks erupted at once, and the energy waves they generated obliterated the surrounding towering mountains, reducing them to nothingness.
In the sky, the Soul Emperor gazed indifferently at the overwhelming and ferocious attacks coming from below. With a wave of his sleeve, chains could be heard clattering from within the black clouds behind him.
Then, with a sharp hiss, countless black chains shot out from the black clouds, quickly weaving into a web that spread across the sky.
On those chains, thick black mist swirled. Faces twisted in agony and let out horrific, mournful cries from within the black web.
"Boom, boom, boom!"
As the black web took form, the countless attacks struck it all at once. The heavens and earth trembled violently under the terrifying collision, and the ground split open with a massive abyss-like crack.
When the terrifying storm in the sky gradually dissipated, the black web crumbled. However, before it shattered, it had already blocked all the attacks from below. Once again, the terrifying strength of the Soul Clan was on full display.
"Soul Emperor, this time, let us settle this once and for all!"
Gu Yuan stepped into the void, his body soaring toward the clouds. His powerful voice echoed for tens of thousands of miles.
The Soul Emperor smiled faintly and appeared in front of Gu Yuan in an instant. Both knew that they were the most powerful fighters on their respective sides. If either was not held in check, the entire battle formation could collapse.
"Attack!"
Seeing Gu Yuan engage the Soul Emperor, Lei Ying and Yan Jin also shouted. Immediately, the strong warriors of the three clans and two houses charged forward.
From within the swirling black clouds, many strong Soul Clan fighters also emerged. In an instant, the sky became the scene of an imminent battle!
Lei Ying and Yan Jin had a clear target: Void Swallowing Flame. Apart from the Soul Emperor, Void Swallowing Flame was the strongest in the Soul Clan. On the alliance side, only by joining forces could the two possibly hold him off.
"Last time, you got lucky. Do you really think the two of you alone can be my match?"
Seeing Lei Ying and Yan Jin charge toward him, Void Swallowing Flame let out a cold laugh. With a sweep of his sleeve, black flames surged into the sky and charged at the two, spreading a terrifying devouring power.
As more and more powerful fighters from both sides clashed, the entire mountain range trembled violently. The battle was chaotic and fierce, and the distant onlookers were left in shock.
"Bang!"
With a cold expression, Mo Yu shattered the body and soul of a Soul Clan fighter who had reached the peak of the Dou Zun level. In a flash, he appeared before another opponent.
Each time Mo Yu attacked, a Soul Clan fighter would fall. Even the Dou Sheng-level fighters could only last a few exchanges before being severely injured.
At the same time, Xiao Yan, moving like a bolt of lightning, quickly and efficiently cut down numerous Soul Clan fighters who had once held significant renown on the continent.
In just a few short minutes, Mo Yu and Xiao Yan had already killed nearly a hundred Soul Clan fighters.
"Boom!"
Mo Yu obliterated the body of a Soul Clan fighter who had reached the three-star Dou Sheng level, turning him into a cloud of blood mist. He reached into the mist, and with a single grasp, absorbed the remaining soul using the Black Lotus Heart Flame.
"Sizzle!"
Just as Mo Yu finished killing the Dou Sheng fighter, the space behind him rippled. A dense black flame burst forth, forming a black spear that shot toward the back of his head.
However, just a few centimeters before the spear could strike, it was deflected with a clang, as if an invisible barrier surrounded Mo Yu.
"Soul Mie Sheng, so you're still alive after all."
Mo Yu turned his head and looked coldly at the figure shrouded in black flames. This was none other than the Soul Hall's master, Soul Mie Sheng, who had barely escaped with a sliver of his soul during their last encounter.
"Mo Yu, I won't die so easily. Void Swallowing Flame used his original fire to rebuild my body. I'm not who I was before!" Black flames churned as a pair of blood-red eyes glared at Mo Yu with hatred, his voice dripping with venom.
Hearing this, a cold smile appeared on Mo Yu's indifferent face.
"Give your life to me!" Soul Mie Sheng's hand trembled, and the black flames instantly transformed into a hundred-foot-long chain, which shot toward Mo Yu like a venomous snake.
"Shatter!"
Faced with Soul Mie Sheng's attack, Mo Yu did not even bother to move. He merely uttered a single word.
"Crack!"
As Mo Yu's voice fell, an indescribable soul force swept out, instantly shattering the black flame chain.
The power of an emperor's soul was not something even an eight-star Dou Sheng would dare to underestimate. Although Void Swallowing Flame had put great effort into rebuilding Soul Mie Sheng's body, his strength was only around seven-star Dou Sheng. Compared to the current Mo Yu, the gap was immense.
With just a single encounter, Soul Mie Sheng was defeated. His face twisted in shock. He knew Mo Yu had reached the emperor's soul level, but he couldn't believe he was so utterly outmatched.
Just as Soul Mie Sheng was reeling in shock, the space behind him suddenly rippled. Mo Yu appeared like a ghost, right at his back.
Mo Yu pointed his finger, piercing through the black flames surrounding Hun Mie Sheng. The terrifying power of an Emperor-level soul surged out without restraint.
"Boom!"
With a muffled thud, Hun Mie Sheng's body stiffened, and the black flames around him instantly dissipated, revealing his shriveled body. In that moment, his soul, under the power of Mo Yu's finger, completely vanished and was absorbed by the Black Lotus Soul Flame.
Mo Yu flicked his finger casually, glancing indifferently at the soulless body before him. With a wave of his sleeve, he reduced it to dust.
Looking up, he frowned as he observed the chaotic battlefield in the sky. This was probably the largest-scale battle Mo Yu had encountered in years.
The power displayed by the Soul Clan was truly terrifying.
The alliance consisted of the Gu Clan, Lei Clan, Yan Clan, and the two allied factions of Yuan Palace and Sky Palace. The number of strong warriors they had gathered was impressive, yet even with such a formidable force, the battle was still evenly matched.
As Mo Yu pondered, his gaze suddenly shifted northward.
There, black mist swirled, and several powerful auras surged. Clearly, many of the Soul Clan's strongest warriors were gathered there, and even among the alliance forces, many had already fallen.
"Hun Feng."
Mo Yu's eyes gleamed with a cold light as he spotted a slightly younger figure among the group. It was time to settle the score with him.
With a sneer, Mo Yu's figure transformed into a flash of silver light as he sped toward the area shrouded in black mist.
"Bang!"
Hun Feng, with a cold expression, grabbed the skull of a Lei Clan warrior. Seeing the terror on his victim's face, a sinister and bloodthirsty glint flickered in Hun Feng's eyes. With a crushing motion, he exploded the warrior's head, sending blood and brain matter splattering everywhere, before tossing the lifeless body aside.
"Pathetic."
Wiping his hands casually, Hun Feng remarked indifferently. Four Soul Clan elders, each at the four-star Dou Sheng level, stood guard around him, showing just how much importance the Soul Clan placed on his protection.
"Hun Feng, we should retreat. There are too many strong warriors from the three clans and two palaces nearby," advised one of the gray-haired elders, glancing around cautiously.
"Hmm, let's go," Hun Feng replied with a frown, but he didn't argue. He nodded and prepared to retreat.
"Leaving so soon after killing someone? Isn't that a bit too easy?"
Just as Hun Feng turned, a mocking voice rang out. Startled, he looked up to see a young man with silver eyes standing above him, smirking coldly.
"Mo Yu? You actually escaped Hun Mie Sheng's pursuit?" Hun Feng's expression shifted as he sneered.
"Hurry, young master Hun Feng, let's go! Mo Yu's soul has reached the Emperor level, and his power is far beyond his rank. Hun Mie Sheng is likely already dead at his hands," said one of the four elders, a white-haired man, his voice trembling with realization.
Hearing this, Hun Feng's face twitched, and he glared at Mo Yu with a look of unwillingness.
Back in the days of the Jia Ma Empire, the two had become bitter enemies. Yet now, after just over a decade, Mo Yu had already risen to the level of a Grand Elder in his clan.
"Let's go!" Hun Feng gritted his teeth. Without hesitation, his figure shot toward the black clouds in the distant sky. The four Soul Clan elders retreated cautiously, keeping a wary eye on Mo Yu.
Seeing them attempt to flee, Mo Yu chuckled. With a flick of his hand, four bright bolts of lightning shot from his palm, speeding toward the four Soul Clan elders like flashes of light.
"Attack!"
The four elders' expressions hardened. With a wave of their sleeves, each of them summoned a chain, writhing like venomous serpents, to counter the incoming lightning.
But just as the chains extended, the lightning bolts arrived, shattering the chains effortlessly and striking the four elders squarely in the chest.
"Boom!"
The lightning coursed through their bodies, disintegrating their clothes and unleashing a wild electric current that crackled from their pores. The sharp sound of sizzling echoed through the air.
"Ahhh!"
Screams of agony erupted from the four elders. They desperately tried to use their Dou Qi to expel the lightning, but it was useless.
Mo Yu passed between them, his expression indifferent. With a flick of his finger, four streaks of energy shot out, piercing through their bodies. The four elders spat blood and fell from the sky like broken birds, lifeless as they crashed to the ground.
Seeing four powerful four-star Dou Sheng elders fall so easily to Mo Yu, Hun Feng's face darkened. Panicking, he pushed his speed to the limit, desperately retreating.
"I told you, you can't escape."
Just as Hun Feng moved, a voice filled with icy malice echoed from behind him. His pupils shrank in fear, and he instinctively unleashed a vicious palm strike, black flames swirling violently as it shot backward.
"Bang!"
The moment the strike was launched, it collided with an invisible barrier. With a loud crash, Hun Feng's hand shattered as the sound of bones breaking echoed through the air.
The backlash from his own strike caused blood to surge up his throat, but Hun Feng swallowed it down, too terrified to show weakness.
Swallowing his blood, Hun Feng trembled in fear. He finally realized that he and Mo Yu were not on the same level.
"Ancestor, save me!"
Pushed to the brink of despair, Hun Feng's eyes turned bloodshot, and a sharp cry burst from his lips.
"Boom!"
As Hun Feng's cry echoed, the black clouds in the sky suddenly churned violently.
From within the swirling clouds, an ancient figure slowly descended. Despite appearing frail and decrepit, the aura radiating from him was immense, rivaling even that of Lei Clan's Lei Ying.
"An eight-star Dou Sheng?!"
Feeling the terrifying aura, Mo Yu's brows furrowed slightly.
"Young man, how about sparing my worthless descendant?" The elderly figure walked slowly, but with each step, he crossed a vast distance, appearing before Mo Yu. His wrinkled face was full of smiles, and his tone was surprisingly gentle.
"No deal. Hun Feng must die!" Mo Yu sneered, already guessing this old man's identity.
"What an arrogant boy. It's been a long time since I've seen someone so full of themselves. By the way, I'm Hun Yuan Tian. Years ago, I was killed by Xiao Xuan, that useless old man," the elder said with a smile. Yet when he mentioned Xiao Xuan's name, his smile turned sinister.
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