Chapter 734: The Battle of Three Powerhouses, The Golden Thunder Arm
"Thunder Emperor?"
At the words, the Snow Valley Mistress blinked in surprise, her delicate eyes shimmering slightly. "What a domineering title…"
"Hehe, according to the reports, that name was first given to him in the lower plane he came from—a title of respect from his people," Feng Yuanzi said with a sigh. "But seeing him now, I'd say it's quite fitting."
To defeat Blood Lingzi, an Upper Earth Sovereign, while only being a Lower Earth Sovereign himself—and to extort a hundred million Sovereign Spirit Liquids from the Blood God Clan—was an accomplishment unheard of even in the Great Thousand World.
And to think the man had once lived in a humble, impoverished lower plane—it was simply unbelievable.
"Then it seems Ao Sha and Zhong Cang have stumbled upon a disaster," the Snow Valley Mistress murmured. "They've kicked a steel wall."
If Mo Yu could humble even the mighty Blood God Clan, the combined strength of Ao Sha and Zhong Cang might not stand a chance. Compared to the powers of the Great Thousand World, even the seven Bloodrock overlords were minor players. The former had an actual Upper Earth Sovereign at its peak.
"Indeed," Feng Yuanzi said quietly. "It won't be long before this fight is decided. A dragon from the heavens isn't something local serpents should provoke."
Their voices faded as they turned again toward the battlefield, where the struggle between Mo Yu, Zhong Cang, and Ao Sha had reached its blazing crescendo.
In the arena below, while countless powerhouses watched, Ao Sha, master of the Blood Shark Pavilion, and Zhong Cang exchanged tense glances. They spoke through spiritual transmission, their brows deeply furrowed.
"This guy's cultivation equals ours, but his lightning energy—it's too wild. He must have devoted himself entirely to the path of thunder."
"Yes. His lightning spirit power is extremely pure, far beyond others of our level. I've never seen anyone like him."
"He's trouble."
The two ground their teeth. This opponent was far too stubborn, far too fierce.
"No more restraint. We end this with full force!"
Their eyes glinted coldly with unspoken agreement. In the next instant, both men clasped their hands together in simultaneous formation. Waves of pure energy erupted outward from their bodies, shaking the heavens and earth.
"Ancient Blood Shark Divine Form!"
"Great Shura Divine Form!"
At their roars, spiritual energy flooded toward them, spiraling madly into their bodies. In mere breaths, two colossal spectral figures materialized around them, emanating a crushing, suffocating aura that distorted the air.
Mo Yu's eyes narrowed. So, they'd summoned their supreme divine forms—each among the famed ninety‑nine ranked Sovereign Forms.
To his left rose the phantom of a blood‑colored shark, vast and horrific, its open jaws devouring heaven and earth, pulling in the surrounding spiritual energy like an endless storm.
To his right, over Zhong Cang, formed the Great Shura Form—a grisly deity of slaughter, its killing intent so dense it nearly turned the sky to blood.
The moment both forms emerged, the energies surrounding them soared dozens of times higher.
"They actually brought out their Sovereign Forms…" murmured some of the onlookers from the distant mountaintops. "Those two forms—Ancient Blood Shark and Great Shura—are both ranked in the upper fifties of the ninety‑nine forms!"
Even the Feng Emperor and the Ice Pavilion Lord paused their clash to glance over. The Ice Pavilion Lord sneered. "Seems your ally's about to crumble."
"Hehe, I'd say it's your allies who are courting defeat," the Feng Emperor replied smoothly. "You underestimate him."
After all, he'd seen Mo Yu's power firsthand—the same might that had crushed Blood Lingzi, an Upper Earth Sovereign. Two Lower Sovereigns? They were gnats by comparison.
"Hmph, arrogant words. You're just two outsiders," the Ice Pavilion Lord snapped, striking again with swirling frigid energy.
The Feng Emperor only smiled. A flash of his jade‑green fan unleashed storming wind blades, clashing against her frost. His task was merely to pin her down—he knew Mo Yu didn't need his help.
"The fifty‑seventh‑ranked Ancient Blood Shark Form and the fifty‑fifth Great Shura Form, huh…" Mo Yu murmured as he gazed up at the twin titans before him. "Not bad."
These forms weren't unknown—top‑tier techniques, rare even among major powers. Ao Sha and Zhong Cang clearly didn't want this drawn out; both wanted victory before the Divine Spirit Liquid vanished.
"Fine. The sooner we finish this, the better."
Cold light gleamed in Mo Yu's eyes as he drew a deep breath. His hands blurred through rapid seals, and a violent surge of energy erupted outward. Instantly, the storm of his thunderlight dominated the sky, flashing like a sun of divine lightning.
Gasps echoed through the onlookers as an enormous thunder‑formed giant slowly coalesced around him—its radiant arcs rippling like storms across its towering frame. The pressure it released dwarfed even Ao Sha and Zhong Cang's divine forms.
That was Mo Yu's Skybreaker Divine Form.
The sky boiled with mad thunder. Clouds churned beneath the power of three great forms standing face to face in the heavens—each one vast enough to shatter mountains with a breath. But Mo Yu's titan stood supreme, its might and ancient resonance suppressing the other two completely.
Even the fiercest among the assembled forces could only stare in awe.
"This outsider… where did he cultivate this form?" Ao Sha gritted out, glaring up at the thunder giant towering over him. "I've never even heard of it—it's not on the list of ninety‑nine!"
"The Great Thousand World is vast," Zhong Cang replied coldly. "The rankings aren't absolute. Hidden forms could rival or surpass anything recorded."
His intent flared. "Still, whatever this outsider's strength, he can't withstand the two of us together!"
"Then we fight to the end," Ao Sha spat. The bitterness in his eyes deepened. He regretted crossing Mo Yu, but retreat was no longer an option.
"Together—no more holding back!" Zhong Cang roared.
The two exchanged glances—and then, as one, slammed their palms onto the foreheads of their divine avatars. At once, streams of blood burst from their mouths, spiraling upward in crimson arcs before seeping into the foreheads of the giants above them.
Boom!
The moment the blood sank into their forms, both titans' bodies turned dark red. Their eyes gleamed crimson, radiating uncontrollable frenzy. Even the ambient energy of heaven and earth quaked around them.
To empower their forms with their own essence blood—it was an act of desperation.
Watching from afar, Feng Yuanzi frowned. "They're using spirit‑burning amplification… Those two are mad."
The Snow Valley Mistress' expression darkened as well. "They'll pay a heavy price. After such a technique, months of recovery would barely restore them."
"It shows how much they fear him," Feng Yuanzi said softly, shaking his head. "Too little, too late…"
She glanced up at the thunder giant above Mo Yu. "What divine form is that? I've never seen anything like it."
"I'm not certain," Feng Yuanzi replied, eyes narrowing. "But according to reports, that Blood Lingzi fell to this very thunder form. It likely ranks among the top thirty of the ninety‑nine—one of the legendary super forms."
"Super forms…" The Snow Valley Mistress gasped. "Those are beyond compare—only the greatest sects have them!"
Below, the thunderous rumbling reached its peak. The Great Shura and Ancient Blood Shark forms thrashed wildly, their fused energies conjuring storms that shattered the air.
Zhong Cang's voice roared from within his avatar. "Supreme Art—Slaughtering Shura Spear!"
The skies vibrated as endless energy condensed into the Shura Form's massive hands. Moments later, a colossal blood‑red spear—thousands of feet long—manifested between its fingers, covered in cryptic runes and dripping with killing aura.
"Supreme Art—Blood Shark's God‑Culling Halberd!"
Ao Sha's growl echoed beside him. From his form's open jaws emerged a monstrous, jagged weapon shaped like a shark's maw. Its screech split the air, twisting spiritual energy for miles around.
"Die!"
Both roared in unison as they unleashed their killing strikes. The two massive weapons erupted forward like twin dragons of slaughter, locking onto Mo Yu's energy signature with unstoppable force.
Boom! Boom!
The sky cracked apart. Twin crimson trails tore open the void, leaving burning scars upon space itself. The oppressive might sealed off even the air around Mo Yu, hemming him within destruction.
Under that crushing aura, Mo Yu looked up, silver eyes reflecting the two descending storms. A faint smirk crossed his face.
"Perfect timing. Let's see how powerful the Golden Thunder Arm really is."
As the thought flashed through his mind, his divine form blazed brighter. Thunder boomed like war drums as torrents of lightning surged across its frame.
Then—from its right arm—exploded a golden flare of light breathtaking in its brilliance. The massive limb transformed entirely, glowing like molten gold, runes crawling across it like living veins of lightning.
The air trembled with infinite might.
Even the Earth Sovereigns watching felt their hearts clench under the pressure.
"Skybreaker Divine Form… Golden Thunder Arm!"
Mo Yu's low shout resounded like a thunder god's decree. As the roar faded, his golden arm swung forward—crashing head‑on into the twin divine strikes.
Ancient runes of lightning flared across its golden surface, unleashing catastrophic energy that devoured the heavens themselves.
(END CHAPTER)
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