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"Mo Yu, are you truly determined to go against me?"
As the Lightning Finger and the Demonic Qi Giant Palm clashed violently, both forces dissipated. The Ice Pavilion Lord's gaze darkened as he stared at Mo Yu, his voice deep and ominous.
He had initially planned to stabilize the situation and probe this mysterious and unfathomably powerful opponent. However, to his surprise, the latter chose to engage in direct combat without hesitation.
"I have no interest in cooperating with someone who colludes with the Extraterritorial Evil Clan. A person like you belongs in hell." Mo Yu's silver eyes remained cold as he locked onto the Ice Pavilion Lord, whose body emanated dense demonic qi.
"You should think carefully. Even if you once caused the Blood God Clan to suffer a heavy loss, I am now a powerhouse comparable to a Greater Earthly Supreme." The Ice Pavilion Lord's voice was heavy as he stared at the unmoved Mo Yu.
"Hmph, as a denizen of the Great Thousand World, you dare to absorb the power of the Extraterritorial Evil Clan? Unforgivable!"
A trace of impatience flickered in Mo Yu's silver eyes. His gaze, filled with killing intent, locked onto the Ice Pavilion Lord.
Noticing the shift in Mo Yu's expression, the Ice Pavilion Lord's face turned grim. He feared Mo Yu, but not to the point of cowering. Instead, he let out a cold laugh.
"Such arrogance. If you were truly a Greater Earthly Supreme, I might be wary of you. But with your mere Lesser Earthly Supreme strength, do you really think you can kill me, even with your remarkable combat prowess?"
After all, he was a Greater Earthly Supreme. Even though Mo Yu opposed him, the current situation did not warrant panic.
However, what was once a battle he had considered easily winnable had now become far more troublesome. This turn of events left the Ice Pavilion Lord with a splitting headache. His gaze grew sharper as he glared at Mo Yu, clearly seething with hatred.
Yet, despite the Ice Pavilion Lord's vicious stare, Mo Yu's expression remained indifferent. The only thing that didn't fade from his eyes was his killing intent.
Feng Yuanzi and the Snow Valley Lord exchanged glances at this moment, visibly relieved. In this dire situation, only the Thunder Emperor could turn the tide. After all, he was the one who had once captured Xue Lingzi alive.
If Mo Yu could gain the upper hand, they could seize the opportunity to attack and join forces to eliminate the Ice Pavilion Lord.
As these thoughts ran through their minds, the Ice Pavilion Lord locked his cold gaze on Mo Yu before letting out an eerie chuckle. "Today, I will see for myself whether your title as Thunder Emperor is truly deserved or just empty fame!"
"You'll find out soon enough."
A cold smirk tugged at Mo Yu's lips. In the next instant, his palm clenched abruptly, and endless thunder surged forth. Amid countless stunned gazes, a silver Thunder Dragon Seal slowly emerged.
A Mid-Grade Saint Artifact—Mo Yu had directly unleashed this ultimate weapon!
Endless thunder roared as a palm-sized silver Thunder Dragon Seal floated above Mo Yu's hand. Waves of terrifying energy rippled outward, shocking everyone present.
Baleful Thunder Dragon Seal!
Buzz! Buzz!
The Baleful Thunder Dragon Seal hovered above Mo Yu's palm, spinning slowly. As it trembled, a strange humming sound echoed through the air.
One after another, terrifying thunder patterns surfaced on its body, spreading like the dense branches of an ancient tree. At the same time, everyone in the area felt the very space around them begin to tremble.
Even the sea of lightning below became violently turbulent. Towering waves of lightning overlapped and surged skyward, creating a breathtaking spectacle.
"Today, let's see how powerful this Baleful Thunder Dragon Seal truly is."
Murmuring to himself, Mo Yu took a step forward. His hand clenched, and his spiritual energy surged wildly, pouring continuously into the silver Thunder Dragon Seal.
Buzz!
As the boundless energy flooded into it, the Thunder Dragon Seal let out a deep hum. The coiled dragon on its surface, whose eyes had been tightly shut, suddenly opened them.
Boom!
The instant its dragon eyes snapped open, an overwhelming surge of thunderous energy exploded outward. In the distant sky, dark clouds began to gather.
"Thunder Dragon Roar!"
Mo Yu's sharp eyes narrowed slightly as he coldly stared at the Ice Pavilion Lord, whose expression had turned grave. With a sudden change in his hand seals, the Thunder Dragon within the seal opened its massive jaws.
In the next moment, an earth-shattering dragon roar erupted, shaking the heavens as if it had descended from the ninth sky!
"ROAR!"
A silver thunderstorm, imbued with devastating energy, surged out of the dragon's mouth and swept forward like a tidal wave!
Wherever the thunderstorm passed, the sea of lightning below instantly exploded into a cascade of destruction!
"So this is a Saint Artifact… Truly terrifying…" Feng Yuanzi muttered in awe.
"Indeed. Among the seven major factions of the Blood Rock Realm, I don't think any of us possess a single Saint Artifact," the Snow Valley Lord murmured, her red lips pressing together in astonishment.
"Yes, after all, in the Great Thousand World, the value of a single Saint Artifact is at least ten million drops of Supreme Spirit Liquid…" Feng Yuanzi marveled.
"Although they are incredibly expensive, they are worth every drop of Supreme Spirit Liquid. Saint Artifacts are extremely difficult to forge, often taking hundreds or even thousands of years to create even one. That is why they are so rare."
The Snow Valley Lord's gaze was filled with envy as she stared at the Baleful Thunder Dragon Seal in Mo Yu's hand. "The power of a Saint Artifact is indeed enough to alter the outcome of a battle between Earthly Supreme-level powerhouses."
Feng Yuanzi nodded in agreement. "In the Great Thousand World, one of the key indicators of a top-tier force's foundation is whether they possess a Saint Artifact.
"In other words, this Thunder Emperor is already qualified to dominate an entire region. And I don't mean ruling a small territory like us—I mean truly reigning over an entire realm."
As they pondered this, the Ice Pavilion Lord's pupils shrank as he watched the boundless thunderstorm surge toward him. His body instinctively retreated, and his palm shot forward once more. A giant black demonic hand materialized, attempting to seize the oncoming thunderstorm.
"Hmph, overestimating yourself!"
Seeing this, Mo Yu let out a contemptuous sneer. Though the Extraterritorial Evil Clan's power was formidable, this attack was backed by a Mid-Grade Saint Artifact's full might. Combined with his Earthly Supreme strength, how could the Ice Pavilion Lord hope to block it?
As expected, the moment the black demonic hand collided with the storm, it trembled violently. The terrifying thunderstorm was so sharp that it could even slice through pure energy.
Wherever the thunder passed, it cut the demonic hand apart piece by piece!
The Ice Pavilion Lord's pupils constricted sharply. This was the first time since reaching the Upper Earthly Supreme level that his attack had been so effortlessly torn apart!
The power of a Saint Artifact… is truly this terrifying?!
Whoosh! Whoosh!
Like a relentless tide, the destructive thunderstorm shredded the demonic hand and continued surging toward the Ice Pavilion Lord.
The sheer unstoppable force of the storm was like the blade of the Grim Reaper—impossible to resist!
The Ice Pavilion Lord watched the scene before him, his expression growing increasingly grim. His eyes flickered, and the next moment, he suddenly struck the space behind him with a powerful palm. The space instantly tore open, and with a swift movement, he attempted to slip into the spatial rift.
"He's trying to escape!"
Feng Yuanzi and the others' expressions sharpened upon seeing this. The Ice Pavilion Lord was decisive to an extreme—realizing that he couldn't contend with Mo Yu, who possessed a sacred artifact, he immediately chose to retreat.
If he were to escape, it would undoubtedly be a future calamity.
Just as Feng Yuanzi and the others' expressions darkened, preparing to act and intercept him, Mo Yu merely chuckled lightly. With a wave of his sleeve, the "Baleful Thunder Dragon Seal" descended, its massive shadow covering the entire space.
The seal completely enshrouded the Ice Pavilion Lord's escape route. Countless lightning arcs extended, piercing through the spatial tear. Within mere moments, the lightning abruptly withdrew, dragging a battered figure forcefully out of the spatial rift.
That figure was none other than the fleeing Ice Pavilion Lord!
"Since you've absorbed the power of the Frost Demon Emperor, you should stay here."
Mo Yu's indifferent voice rang out. With a shift of his hand seals, a silver radiance emerged from within the Baleful Thunder Dragon Seal. Within the silver light, a coiled thunder dragon slumbered, emanating an astonishing pressure.
"Thunder Dragon Annihilation!"
The thunder dragon pierced through space with terrifying speed, carrying an overwhelming and ferocious aura. Under the watchful eyes of many, it shot mercilessly toward the Ice Pavilion Lord.
Seeing the thunder dragon charging at him, the Ice Pavilion Lord's expression changed drastically. After the grueling battle earlier, he already understood the terrifying power of this sacred artifact. With no other choice, he desperately squeezed out the remaining strength of the Extraterritorial Evil Clan within him, releasing a black light barrier that spread outward.
"Swoosh!"
The thunder dragon shot forward and struck the black barrier in an instant. The barrier rippled wildly upon impact.
"It's over!"
A chilling glint surfaced in Mo Yu's eyes as his lips curled into a cold smile directed at the Ice Pavilion Lord.
Buzz!
At that moment, the thunder dragon trembled at high speed, and with a sharp crack, the final black barrier protecting the Ice Pavilion Lord shattered with a web of fractures.
Crack!
A barely audible sound echoed, and the Ice Pavilion Lord's pupils shrank to pinpoints. Deep within his eyes, traces of fear finally surfaced.
The peerless thunder power penetrated straight through his chest, causing a burst of fresh blood to spurt out. His body was sent flying backward, tumbling through the air in an utterly wretched state before barely managing to stop in midair.
The entire battlefield fell into deathly silence. Countless eyes were locked onto the Ice Pavilion Lord, whose face was now as pale as paper. He coughed violently, spitting out mouthfuls of blood.
His aura had plummeted to the lowest point!
This brutal battle—Mo Yu had claimed absolute victory!
Under the gazes of the countless onlookers, Mo Yu slowly descended in front of the blood-spewing Ice Pavilion Lord, his expression indifferent.
"Thunder Emperor, you've won. You and I have no personal grudge. Why not let me go? I am willing to surrender Ice Pavilion to you," the Ice Pavilion Lord said, his voice carrying unmistakable tones of submission and defeat.
Hearing this, Mo Yu gazed down at him indifferently and spoke flatly, "Anyone who dares to consort with the Extraterritorial Evil Clan is a traitor to the Great Thousand World. I believe someone like you has no reason to keep living."
Upon hearing Mo Yu's judgment, despair surfaced on the Ice Pavilion Lord's face. He had originally planned to dominate Blood Rock Realm with the power of the Extraterritorial Evil Clan, but unexpectedly, he had run into Mo Yu. His luck was truly miserable!
"Have you decided on your last words? Because next... you will die."
Mo Yu slowly raised his palm, and a terrifying thunder spear condensed, its tip aimed directly at the Ice Pavilion Lord.
"If you won't let me live, then let's all die together!"
Seeing Mo Yu's unyielding intent to kill, the Ice Pavilion Lord suddenly slammed his palm onto his own chest. A mouthful of black blood spewed from his lips, his gaze turning rapidly ashen. His body began to expand at an alarming rate.
"Retreat!"
Mo Yu's expression changed drastically as he shouted.
"Heh, it's too late! Die with me!"
A sinister grin spread across the Ice Pavilion Lord's face. Black liquid oozed from his skin, and with a deafening explosion, he self-destructed.
Boom!
Indescribable demonic energy erupted violently from his body, instantly leveling an area spanning thousands of feet. Even Mo Yu was blown backward by the impact.
At the critical moment, Mo Yu flicked his sleeve, and the "Deathly Silence Gate" emerged, enveloping him. However, the demonic energy's impact was overwhelmingly terrifying. The gate barely lasted before dimming and eventually retreating into Mo Yu's body.
Fortunately, that brief moment had bought Mo Yu enough time. The Baleful Thunder Dragon Seal surged forth, releasing a thunder shield that tightly encased him.
With the power of the sacred artifact, he barely managed to withstand the Ice Pavilion Lord's self-destruction.
While Mo Yu remained unscathed, the others were not as fortunate.
Facing the shockwave, Feng Yuanzi and the other experts hurriedly conjured spiritual shields.
However, the shields shattered instantly upon contact with the overwhelming demonic energy. At the last moment, the top-tier experts exchanged glances and unleashed their boundless spiritual power, merging it into an immense light barrier spanning ten thousand feet.
Boom!
The demonic energy crashed against the barrier like tidal waves, causing it to tremble violently. The faces of the experts paled, and they roared in unison, channeling all their spiritual power outward.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
The demonic energy repeatedly assaulted the barrier. Though it trembled under the relentless impact, the combined strength of these top-tier experts managed to hold it firm.
As the intensity of the shockwave gradually waned, the experts finally exhaled in relief, allowing the barrier to dissipate slowly.
Just as everyone rejoiced at surviving the ordeal, a chilling sensation crept into their bodies.
Feng Yuanzi and the others looked down in horror, only to see countless eerie demonic markings writhing on their skin. These sinister patterns clung to them like parasites, gnawing at their flesh, spiritual power—even their consciousness...
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