Chapter 608: Arrival at Dragon Island, The Three Dragon Kings
In the vast, dark Void Space, a group of streaking lights suddenly flashed by at a speed as swift as lightning. In a single breath, they appeared at the edge of the darkness and vanished into the distance.
"Lord, at our current pace, we should reach the area where Eastern Dragon Island is located in about ten minutes," reported an elder from the Nine Serene Python Clan, flying at the front. He glanced ahead, then turned to Mo Yu beside him.
Since witnessing Mo Yu's overwhelming power, even the proud elders of the Nine Serene Python Clan had no choice but to bow their heads and submit to him.
"Alright, let's speed up a bit more," Mo Yu said with a slight nod, waving his sleeve. Instantly, their pace accelerated again. Zihuo, Yao Ming, and the others quickly followed.
"Wait... there's a familiar presence," Mo Yu suddenly paused after a few more minutes of flying. His eyebrows furrowed as he glanced toward the left, deep into the Void Space.
Boom!
In the darkness, the sound of an intense explosion rang out, and a figure spat out blood, retreating and falling into a group of people with a pale face.
This person glared angrily at those around him. Suspended in the air around him were over a dozen figures, each exuding powerful and long-lasting auras, clearly strong individuals.
Especially the two elders leading the group—their auras appeared ordinary, but there was a terrifying pressure about them, indicating they were both peak-level Half-Saints.
"How dare you, rebels of the Three Dragon Islands! You dare attack His Majesty, the Dragon Emperor?!" roared a severely wounded man from within the surrounded group.
Among the group, seven or eight individuals had sustained serious injuries. Upon closer inspection, two of them were familiar faces—Heiqing and Elder Zhuli, both of whom Mo Yu had met before.
However, their situation was dire. The rebels of the Three Dragon Islands had encircled the forces of Eastern Dragon Island, and it seemed that their defeat was only a matter of time.
But just when all hope seemed lost, a surprising twist occurred. Often in moments of despair, an unexpected miracle happens.
As Heiqing, Zhuli, and the others prepared to face their deaths at the hands of the rebels, a voice like a heavenly melody suddenly echoed through the void. Upon hearing the familiar voice, the warriors of Eastern Dragon Island froze in surprise, their faces lighting up with hope.
"Hehe, Brother Heiqing, Elder Zhuli, long time no see..."
Hearing this casual greeting, as though from an old friend, Heiqing and Zhuli, who had been closing their eyes in resignation, immediately opened them. A familiar, slender figure appeared before them.
"Mo... Mo Yu?"
Seeing the newcomer, Heiqing was filled with both surprise and joy.
"And who might you be? I am Elder Huozhan of Northern Dragon Island!" one of the red-faced elders from the rebel forces shouted, his expression hostile as he glared at Mo Yu, sensing his profound aura.
"Oh, and so what?" Mo Yu replied coldly.
Hearing this, Elder Huozhan's face darkened. He retorted angrily, "My friend, interfering in the affairs of the Ancient Void Dragon Clan in this Void Space is not a wise choice."
Mo Yu, not in the mood for lengthy conversations with these rebels, simply waved his hand toward his followers and commanded coldly, "Eliminate them all."
Boom! Boom! Boom!
As soon as Mo Yu gave the order, terrifying auras surged across the Void Space. Shockingly, among the nearly twenty warriors under his command, the weakest was a Half-Saint, and leading them were Zihuo and Yao Ming, whose power far surpassed that of Half-Saints.
"Wha... What?! Dou Saints?!"
Seeing this, Elder Huozhan and the other rebel leaders were struck with horror. Dou Saints were exceedingly rare and represented the top tier of power. In the Ancient Void Dragon Clan, only a few reclusive ancient monsters held such strength.
But here, in this unknown Void Space, they had encountered so many Dou Saints at once. It was utterly terrifying.
While they were still reeling from the shock, Zihuo and Yao Ming wasted no time. Following Mo Yu's order, they charged toward the rebel forces of the Three Dragon Islands. The numerous Half-Saint elders of the Nine Serene Python Clan followed closely behind. The combined force of over twenty Saint-level experts was enough to annihilate everything in their path.
"Damn... Mo Yu's subordinates are all Saints... How is anyone supposed to live with that..." Heiqing muttered, his eyes wide with disbelief. After so many years of cultivation, he had only reached the peak of the Eight-Star Dou Zun level, still far from becoming a Half-Saint. Yet here was Mo Yu, whom he had once been on par with, now commanding a group of Saint-level warriors.
"Gulp."
Elder Zhuli, standing beside him, swallowed nervously. Even he, a seasoned elder, felt insignificant in the presence of such a formidable force led by Yao Ming and Zihuo.
"Has Mo Yu already become a Dou Saint? How did he advance so quickly, reaching such a level in just a few short years? He's truly worthy of being a friend of His Majesty, the Dragon Emperor," Zhuli murmured in awe.
As the Eastern Dragon Island group stood in shock, the battle raged on. Under the combined assault of Zihuo and Yao Ming, the rebel forces were swiftly annihilated, not a single one escaping.
"Boss, we've wiped them out," Zihuo reported to Mo Yu, his once fierce eyes now filled with deep respect.
"Mere ants," Yao Ming laughed heartily.
Mo Yu nodded, then turned his gaze to Heiqing and Zhuli, smiling. "It's been a while, you two."
He gestured toward Zihuo and Yao Ming, introducing them. "This is Zihuo, the young leader of the Fierce Lion Clan, and Yao Ming, of the Nine Serene Python Clan."
"The Fierce Lion Clan? The Nine Serene Python Clan?" Zhuli's expression changed slightly. With a wary look toward Yao Ming, he said, "I've heard that the Three Dragon Islands once sought to ally with them against Eastern Dragon Island."
"You needn't worry, Elder," Yao Ming replied with a smile. "That was my unworthy brother's doing, but I've stripped him of his title as clan leader. The Nine Serene Python Clan has now joined Yuan Mansion under Lord Mo Yu's command. So there's no need to doubt our allegiance."
"What? The Nine Serene Python Clan has joined Yuan Mansion?" Zhuli was stunned, his face filled with shock.
Though the Nine Serene Python Clan was not the strongest, even a single Dragon Island of the Ancient Void Dragon Clan could easily overpower them. Yet, they were still one of the three great super clans of the Magical Beast World, renowned for their strength and reputation. And now, such a prominent clan had joined Yuan Mansion, serving under Mo Yu? What kind of person was Mo Yu to achieve such a feat?
Even Heiqing was taken aback, staring at Mo Yu in disbelief. He never imagined Mo Yu could subdue the Nine Serene Python Clan, one of the super clans of the Magical Beast World.
Considering Zihuo's relationship with Mo Yu and the fact that the Fierce Lion Clan had been a powerhouse in the past, it became clear that Yuan Mansion now controlled two super clans from the Magical Beast World.
"Unbelievable..." Heiqing and Zhuli murmured, still in shock.
But their surprise soon gave way to joy. Right now, Eastern Dragon Island desperately needed reinforcements, and Mo Yu's arrival felt like a lifesaving rain after a drought.
And not just any reinforcements—Mo Yu had brought a formidable army!
"How's the situation on Eastern Dragon Island?" Mo Yu asked.
Elder Zhuli sighed deeply and shook his head. "Not good. The Three Dragon Islands have launched a full-scale assault, determined to eliminate the Dragon Emperor before she reaches her peak. Eastern Dragon Island is in chaos, and His Majesty is currently trapped in battle with the three Dragon Kings."
Mo Yu nodded. He had anticipated this.
"Let's head to Eastern Dragon Island," Mo Yu said firmly.
...
In the dark void, even light itself seemed to fade.
Suddenly, a bright light appeared, revealing a massive island floating in the void.
Boom! Boom!
On the island, the sounds of violent energy explosions echoed. Waves of destructive energy radiated from the center of the island like a storm, obliterating everything within thousands of feet.
Hovering in the air above the island was a group of about twenty people, their eyes scanning the surroundings warily.
At the center of the group, a large, stern-looking man sat cross-legged. His aura was stronger than Heiqing's, clearly marking him as a peak-level Nine-Star Dou Zun.
"Whoosh!"
The man's eyes were fixed on the island below when his ears twitched. He turned his gaze toward the distant void and stood up abruptly, shouting, "Stay alert! Someone is approaching!"
Before he could finish speaking, a group of streaking lights emerged from the darkness, rapidly approaching.
"Heiqing? It's the people from Eastern Dragon Island! Attack!"
Recognizing Heiqing among the approaching figures, the large man's face darkened, and he gave the order.
"Yes, sir!"
At his command, beams of energy shot out from the rebels, creating an impressive display of power.
"Shatter!"
But as the energy beams approached the group, a fierce voice rang out from within.
To everyone's horror, the beams exploded mid-air, shattering one after another. Then, an overwhelming force, filled with ancient and terrifying power, surged out of the void and struck the rebels.
Boom!
For the warriors of the Three Dragon Islands, the attack was nothing short of devastating. In an instant, their armor shattered into dust. All but the peak-level Nine-Star Dou Zun were sent crashing toward the island below.
"Who... Who are you?!" the large man roared in disbelief as his defenses were obliterated in seconds.
The streaks of light faded, revealing Mo Yu and his companions. Mo Yu didn't spare a glance at the man, his focus instead on the island below.
Eastern Dragon Island was in ruins, with fierce battles raging all over. Violent energy waves had dimmed the sky, and the island's defenders had retreated to the core, where the Dragon Palace stood.
As Mo Yu observed, a sudden and terrifying surge of energy erupted from the distant void.
Sensing the power, Mo Yu's expression shifted slightly. He looked toward the source of the energy and saw a dazzling ring of light floating in the distance.
Within the light, he could just make out the forms of powerful figures locked in battle, moving with lightning speed.
Mo Yu's eyes narrowed as he focused on the figures. Using his Thunder Silver Eyes, he pierced through the light, taking in the full scene.
The first figure to catch his attention was one he recognized—a familiar silhouette with long, purple hair exuding a subtle charm. There was no mistaking it—it was Zi Yan.
But now, Zi Yan had transformed from the little girl he once knew into a stunning beauty.
Her tall figure was clad in a tight-fitting, dark gold battle armor that hugged her curvaceous body, accentuating her graceful and alluring shape.
In this moment, Zi Yan's appearance was as enchanting as Cai Lin's.
Her delicate face, however, was marked by a cold, fierce expression as her brows furrowed slightly. Though still young, the commanding aura of a leader could already be seen in her gaze.
Opposing Zi Yan were three figures, all of whom exuded the air of seasoned, ruthless warriors.
Mo Yu's eyes grew serious as he focused on the three opponents. He could sense that each of them was more powerful than Yao Ming.
In other words, the three individuals fighting against Zi Yan were at least Three-Star Dou Saints!
"So, those are the Three Dragon Kings..." Mo Yu murmured, narrowing his eyes.
(End of Chapter)
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