Chapter 735: Crushing Power, The Fourfold Thunder Dragon Seal
Boom!
When that godlike arm of golden thunder swung forward, an explosion of violent spiritual power tore through the world. Golden lightning engulfed everything within ten thousand feet around the Skybreaker Divine Form, sweeping like an all‑consuming storm.
A wave of crushing pressure spread outward, forcing even the mightiest of spectators to pale. That seemingly ordinary arm carried divine majesty—it pierced heaven like the arm of creation itself, emanating an aura so fearsome that even Earth Sovereigns felt chills in their hearts.
Standing atop his colossal Skybreaker Divine Form, Mo Yu's silver eyes fixed on the golden lightning arm, awe flickering briefly within. The reinforced Golden Thunder Arm of the Skybreaker was no longer what it once was—it had undergone a complete transformation, radiating a terrifying might that rivaled supreme divine arts themselves.
But now was no time for admiration. Mo Yu drew a deep breath and looked up. Two dragon‑like streaks of light were hurtling toward him—Zhong Cang and the Blood Shark Lord's strongest strikes.
As the twin arcs of destructive energy expanded in his pupils, a faint smirk formed at the corner of his lips.
With the strengthened Golden Thunder Arm, he no longer had reason to fear anyone.
Boom!
The vast golden fist clenched, each finger blazing like a thunderous pillar. From afar, it looked as if five golden suns radiated dreadful brilliance.
"Let's see what this enhanced Skybreaker Form can really do," Mo Yu murmured, his fist tightening.
Buzz!
The Skybreaker's right arm mirrored him, condensing its energy before unleashing it in a single cataclysmic punch. The air cracked apart, sonic booms shattering the void as spatial fissures spread like spiderwebs.
"Golden Thunder Fist!"
At his shout, torrents of ferocious golden lightning blasted outward, rolling in crashing waves. The unleashed might erased the very air itself.
The arm erupted with radiance; the thunder condensed into a roaring golden pillar thousands of feet thick. It howled across the sky and smashed into the twin spear‑like strikes from Zhong Cang and the Blood Shark Lord.
Clang!
A deafening roar split heaven and earth. Shockwaves of annihilation rippled outward, twisting and shattering space across miles.
Zhong Cang and the Blood Shark Lord watched with widening eyes—but a heartbeat later, their faces twisted into disbelief.
Their combined ultimate attacks lasted only a few breaths before the golden thunder pillar crushed through them, obliterating everything in its path with unstoppable force.
Crack!
Their weapons—one spear, one halberd—snapped apart, dissolving into fragments of light.
"Damn it!"
Both men's expressions darkened. They had gambled everything on this strike, unleashing their deadliest techniques—yet Mo Yu still stood unshaken.
Buzz!
As rage and disbelief rose in their chests, Mo Yu's silver eyes turned cold and emotionless. His gaze pierced straight through them, and both men felt a chill spread from their hearts outward.
He lifted a finger.
Whoosh!
The still‑roaring golden thunder column split cleanly into two beams, surging toward Zhong Cang and the Blood Shark Lord like divine judgment descending from the sky.
The oppressive aura of death rushed upon them. Their faces drained of color—they knew instantly that being caught in those pillars meant certain destruction.
"Damn it!"
Snarling, they chose the only path left—retreat. Their bodies flickered backward at full speed as their towering Sovereign Forms lunged ahead, sacrificing themselves to block the oncoming pillars.
Though it meant the destruction of their divine avatars and heavy backlash upon their souls, it was still better than dying outright.
Boom!
A world‑shaking detonation followed as the two Sovereign Forms collided with the golden lightning pillars. The golden torrents engulfed them completely.
Crackling lightning split apart the titanic forms as fissures spread like shattered glass across their bodies. Golden energy overflowed through the cracks before both forms finally erupted into radiant fragments.
Crash!
Two colossi disintegrated into countless sparks of light.
Pffft!
Back in physical form, Zhong Cang and the Blood Shark Lord staggered through the air, vomiting blood violently. Their bodies trembled, faces pale as death, their auras collapsing into weakness—they had suffered critical injuries.
Across the battlefield, even the composed Feng Yuanzi and Snow Valley Mistress gasped sharply. They had witnessed the entirety of the clash—and though they anticipated Mo Yu's victory, the sheer brutality of it still left their hearts pounding.
"No wonder he forced the Blood God Clan to kneel," Feng Yuanzi murmured. "His power is truly terrifying."
"One strike to obliterate two Lower Earth Sovereigns' divine bodies," whispered the Snow Valley Mistress, her expression solemn. "Unbelievable…"
From nearby, the Feng Emperor and the Ice Pavilion Lord turned toward the shockwaves. When they saw Zhong Cang and Ao Sha broken and bleeding, even the cold Ice Lord's eyes widened in horror.
These were no nameless cultivators—they were overlords of the Bloodrock Realm's two greatest sects, both elites among Sovereigns. Yet, even together, they had fallen completely.
What kind of monster was Mo Yu?
The Feng Emperor, however, showed little surprise. He merely stroked his beard and smiled faintly, though his aged eyes did linger on the golden right arm of the Skybreaker Divine Form.
"So this is the strengthened form… That power, that pressure—it surpasses even the so‑called super forms. Hehe, I've chosen an incredible man to follow," he murmured in admiration.
The crowd's shock was tangible, but Mo Yu remained indifferent. His cold gaze fixed on the two heavily wounded men below. With a flick of his fingers, twin beams of light shot toward them like lightning bolts—swift, ruthless, absolute.
Whoosh!
Before the beams could strike, two figures appeared before Zhong Cang and the Blood Shark Lord, their flowing sleeves deflecting the attack effortlessly.
Mo Yu frowned slightly. The rescuers were none other than the Earth Sovereigns from the Barbarian Wilderness Sect and the Beast Dominion—they had been waiting, it seemed, to intervene at the last moment.
They offered no further challenge but their wary eyes betrayed deep fear. Having seen what Mo Yu could do, no one dared take him lightly again.
They whisked the two defeated Sovereigns away at once, fearful that Mo Yu might strike again.
Mo Yu watched them flee and chuckled softly. He didn't pursue. Zhong Cang and Ao Sha had used forbidden arts before their defeat—they would suffer permanent damage. Even if they survived, their strength would never fully return.
Besides, if he pushed too far and forced the local forces to unite against him, it would be an annoyance—not a threat, but unnecessary trouble.
He turned his gaze toward the center of the thunder lake. Many of the radiant light orbs floating there had already been destroyed during their battle, but the Divine Spirit Liquid hadn't surfaced yet. Otherwise, the entire hall would already be in an uproar.
"So, it's still here…"
Dozens of radiant orbs remained, each blazing more brightly than the rest. Mo Yu's eyes narrowed as he studied them.
As he reached out with his spiritual sense to probe their contents, his expression shifted slightly. He raised his hand and summoned an old treasure to his palm—the Thunder Dragon Heaven‑Shattering Seal he had acquired earlier.
It had long remained inert, but now it burned hot in his grasp.
This artifact, though fearsome, had always seemed incomplete—a fragment of something greater. Yet at this moment, it pulsed and trembled with renewed vigor.
"Because of these light orbs?" Mo Yu muttered softly.
His eyes flicked toward the remaining orbs hovering at the center of the lake. Could one of them contain the missing piece?
Without hesitation, he surged forward, lightning streaking behind him. The closer he drew, the hotter the seal in his hand became—proof enough of his suspicion.
"So, it's true," he murmured with a flicker of excitement. Pushing his speed to its limit, he targeted one particular orb—the one that resonated most fiercely with the burning mark in his hand.
The orbs moved swiftly through the air, weaving and vanishing like phantoms. Even a peak Sovereign would struggle to seize one, and under the hall's suppression, no one could move at full speed.
At least there was one mercy—they couldn't leave the lightning lake.
The other onlookers sneered among themselves as Mo Yu rushed in. Those glowing orbs were elusive—they'd all learned that firsthand. Let him try.
They expected failure, but Mo Yu ignored them completely. In a flash, he closed within a hundred feet of his target.
Raising his hand, he guided the blazing Thunder Dragon Seal forward, aligning it directly with the radiant orb that trembled faintly as if sensing its counterpart.
The seal vibrated violently in his grasp, a low hum rippling through the air like whispered thunder.
The humming disrupted the airwaves—and the nearby orb suddenly froze mid‑flight, halted as if gripped by an invisible force.
"Now."
Whoosh!
Lightning crackled under Mo Yu's feet. In a single flicker, he crossed the hundred‑foot gap, appearing above the motionless light orb. His palm descended in an instant, seizing it before anyone could react.
The skies fell silent.
All across the thunder lake, countless eyes widened. The gathered powerhouses froze mid‑motion, their expressions stiff with disbelief.
He had caught it—just like that.
They, who had struggled endlessly to snare even one orb, now watched as Mo Yu captured his with effortless grace.
The shock was palpable. Even the battered Zhong Cang and Ao Sha, cradled by their allies, stared at him with hatred and humiliation.
Mo Yu ignored them. As the radiant glow faded from the captured orb, what he held emerged clearly—a thunder‑forged dragon seal, different yet familiar, emanating a fierce, ancient energy.
It was nearly identical to his own Thunder Dragon Seal—except etched faintly on the dragon's forehead was a small character: "North."
Mo Yu's eyes flicked to his original seal. To his surprise, the older one now bore a tiny new mark on the dragon's brow—"East."
"So," he whispered thoughtfully, glancing between them, "the Thunder Dragon Heaven‑Shattering Seal… is divided into four parts: East, West, South, and North."
(END CHAPTER)
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