Chapter 609: The Battle Erupts, The Nine-Colored Thunder Orb
"So those are the Three Dragon Kings..."
Mo Yu's gaze fixed on the three figures, his expression turning serious. He could sense that each of these three was stronger than Yao Ming. In other words, all three were at least at the level of a Three-Star Dou Saint!
Within the glowing circle of battle, Zi Yan wielded a massive dark-gold spear, longer and thicker than her own body. As she swung it, golden light flashed brilliantly. Even with the combined might of the Three Dragon Kings, they were struggling to gain an advantage against her, showcasing her terrifying strength.
As a Dragon Phoenix, Zi Yan possessed the bloodlines of both the Ancient Void Dragon and the Heavenly Phoenix—true rulers of the Magical Beast World. When a Dragon Phoenix reached its peak, they were said to be unafraid of even the legendary Dou Emperor!
However, Zi Yan had only recently fully become a Dragon Phoenix. Facing the experienced Three Dragon Kings, she clearly couldn't hold out much longer.
"Head to the Dragon Palace!" Mo Yu commanded, moving first toward the palace's location. Yao Ming and the others quickly followed behind him.
"Stop them!"
As Mo Yu and his group made their move, the people on the island spotted them. Shouts erupted, and soon, a large number of soldiers from the Three Dragon Islands rushed forward to block their way.
"I'll handle them!" Zihuo shouted. He charged ahead, his fists moving like a machine gun, punching rapidly. Instantly, waves of overwhelming ancient power surged out. Any Ancient Void Dragon warriors hit by this power were torn apart by the sheer force of his punches.
"Who dares to interfere with the affairs of our Three Islands?!"
As Zihuo rampaged, a thunderous voice exploded in the air. A massive man with the face of a black gorilla appeared, his expression savage. He swung a fist at Zihuo, the terrifying force so strong it drained the air within a hundred meters.
"Zihuo, be careful! That's Xuan Mo, the Grand Commander of Western Dragon Island. He's a Two-Star Dou Saint!" Elder Zhuli warned urgently when he saw the man.
Hearing this, Zihuo's expression turned fierce. His body swelled, transforming into a gigantic purple-gold lion, just as large and powerful as Xuan Mo. Under the astonished gazes of everyone, Zihuo met Xuan Mo's punch head-on.
"Get out of my way!"
At the moment their fists collided, Zihuo's voice boomed like thunder, shaking the sky.
Clang!
In the air, two massive figures crashed into each other with a sound like metal striking metal. A powerful shockwave erupted, sweeping across the sky, sending warriors from both sides flying as their blood churned.
Though buffeted by the shockwave, Zihuo only took a step back, his huge body trembling slightly. Xuan Mo, on the other hand, was forced to retreat several steps. With each step, the space beneath his feet shattered, creating dark voids.
"What a powerful body! When did the Fierce Lion Clan produce someone like you?" Xuan Mo exclaimed in shock, his face filled with disbelief. Despite their direct clash, he hadn't gained any advantage, clearly surprised by Zihuo's strength.
"To think he could hold off Xuan Mo—that's the power of the Primordial Lion Body?" Elder Zhuli remarked in astonishment.
Mo Yu, however, wasn't surprised. After absorbing the blood of the Netherworld Saint, both he and Zihuo had grown significantly stronger. Zihuo had reached the late stage of a One-Star Dou Saint, and with his powerful Primordial Lion Body, he could fight toe-to-toe with a Two-Star Dou Saint.
"Stop talking, Xuan Mo! Capture him quickly. The Three Dragon Kings will soon emerge victorious, and we can't let anything go wrong!" Two elderly men in green and yellow robes appeared beside Xuan Mo, speaking coldly.
These two looked extremely old, but their eyes gleamed with cruelty, clearly indicating they were not soft-hearted.
Mo Yu's eyes narrowed as he observed them. Both elders were even stronger than Xuan Mo, likely peak-level mid-Two-Star Dou Saints.
"Hmph! You Three Dragon Islands think Eastern Dragon Island is defenseless?" A furious voice rang out from the Dragon Palace. Moments later, Mo Yu felt the space around him ripple, and two white-haired elders with piercing gazes appeared.
"Mo Yu, these are the Grand Elders of Eastern Dragon Island," Elder Zhuli quickly introduced them.
"Greetings, Grand Elders," Mo Yu said with a smile, clasping his hands in respect.
"No need to be so formal, young friend. You are a guest of His Majesty the Dragon Emperor, and Eastern Dragon Island appreciates your timely assistance," one of the white-haired elders said, his face softening into a smile.
Mo Yu nodded slightly, then added, "By the way, I've already driven away the Sky Demon Phoenix Clan. I thought you'd like to know."
"Oh…" The two elders were momentarily stunned, then their eyes lit up with joy. The interference of the Sky Demon Phoenix Clan had been weighing heavily on their hearts, but Mo Yu had quietly dealt with that threat.
"You're going to die today, no matter who you are!" Xuan Mo roared furiously upon realizing that Mo Yu wasn't bluffing. His eyes burned with killing intent as he shouted, "Elders, attack! Destroy the Dragon Palace!"
"Agreed." The two elders of Western and Southern Dragon Islands nodded, their mouths opening to unleash dragon roars.
In an instant, nearly a hundred beams of light shot toward the sky, gathering above the Dragon Palace. Leading the group were about ten people, each exuding terrifying power—Half-Saints. The rest were mostly at the Five-Star Dou Zun level or higher.
"Roar!"
As the warriors from the Three Dragon Islands gathered their forces, the Dragon Palace responded with a thunderous roar. Dozens of figures appeared, surrounding Mo Yu and the others, their Dou Qi flaring up as they prepared for battle.
With the strong warriors of the Nine Serene Python Clan joining them, the atmosphere grew even more intense, and the sky seemed ready to explode at any moment.
Boom!
Suddenly, a loud explosion echoed from the distant void, shattering the tense standoff. Powerful auras surged into the sky as both sides sprang into action.
"Kill!"
With a deafening shout, the warriors from both sides charged forward like ferocious tigers. In an instant, the sky turned into a chaotic battlefield, and a fierce war erupted.
"Elders, Yao Ming and Zihuo will help you deal with Xuan Mo and the others. I'll assist Zi Yan!" After casually killing a Half-Saint, Mo Yu turned his attention to Zi Yan's battle and spoke firmly.
With Yao Ming and Zihuo covering him, Mo Yu spread his enormous phoenix wings and shot toward the battle between Zi Yan and the Three Dragon Kings.
Mo Yu moved swiftly, and within moments, he reached the center of the battle between Zi Yan and the Three Dragon Kings.
At this point, Zi Yan was still wielding her dark-gold spear, putting up a strong fight. However, against the combined might of the Three Dragon Kings, she was slowly being pushed back.
Seeing this, Mo Yu didn't hesitate. With a loud shout, he unleashed a massive hand and finger from the sky, slamming them down toward the Three Dragon Kings.
"Who dares interfere with the Ancient Void Dragon Clan's affairs?!"
The sudden attack caught the Three Dragon Kings by surprise. They quickly waved their sleeves, sending out a powerful shockwave that shattered Mo Yu's Yellow Springs Finger and Palm.
After breaking the attack, the Three Dragon Kings' cold gazes turned to the slender figure with the bone wings of a demon phoenix, hovering in the air nearby.
"Brat, are you looking to die?!" one of the Dragon Kings sneered coldly.
"Mo Yu?" Zi Yan, still flapping her enormous phoenix wings, was momentarily stunned by the unexpected help. Her eyes filled with joy when she recognized him, but it quickly turned to concern.
"Mo Yu, why are you here? You can't beat them—run!" Zi Yan shouted urgently. With her strength, she could immediately tell that Mo Yu was only at the late stage of One-Star Dou Saint. Though that was an impressive feat, it wasn't enough to challenge the legendary Three Dragon Kings of the Ancient Void Dragon Clan.
"Don't worry, I can handle it," Mo Yu said with a confident smile.
Zi Yan was taken aback but then remembered Mo Yu's countless miraculous feats and victories. She hesitated for a moment before transmitting a message to him: "Hold them off for ten minutes. Once I'm ready, I'll take them down myself!"
"Take your time preparing. Leave the rest to me," Mo Yu replied confidently.
Zi Yan hesitated for a moment but then nodded, choosing to trust him once again.
The Three Dragon Kings were among the strongest warriors on the continent. The Western and Southern Dragon Kings were both at the late stage of Three-Star Dou Saint, and the Northern Dragon King was even stronger, close to stepping into the Four-Star Dou Saint realm.
Even with her early Four-Star Dou Saint strength, Zi Yan couldn't defeat them. But for some reason, she still chose to believe in Mo Yu.
"You're asking for death!" The Western Dragon King sneered. A late-stage One-Star Dou Saint might be strong to some, but to the Three Dragon Kings, he was nothing.
Mo Yu remained calm, ignoring the Dragon King's mockery. He quickly formed a series of intricate hand seals, while at the same time, his soul power surged from between his eyebrows.
"Don't let him stall for time! Attack together!" The Northern Dragon King, always cautious, ordered.
Though the Western and Southern Dragon Kings were scornful, they still nodded and charged at Mo Yu in unison, unleashing their most lethal attacks.
Buzz!
As Mo Yu rapidly performed his hand seals, his soul power burst out from his brow, transforming into a massive thousand-foot-tall shadow that enveloped his body.
When the shadow fully formed, it opened its giant mouth, releasing a strange, terrifying wave of energy that spread like a storm.
As the strange sound echoed through the air, everything seemed to fall silent for a moment. But in the next instant, the faces of the Three Dragon Kings changed. They had sensed the overwhelming soul attack coming straight for them!
"A half-step Emperor soul attack! Be careful!" the Northern Dragon King shouted in alarm. He couldn't believe that Mo Yu, a mere One-Star Dou Saint, had reached such a terrifying level of soul power!
Hum!
The void trembled violently.
"Combine our strength!"
As the strange sound entered their ears, the Northern Dragon King felt a dizzying sensation in his head. He shouted for the others, but before they could fully circulate their Dou Qi, the devastating soul wave hit them.
Even though the Ancient Void Dragons had incredibly tough bodies, soul power was their weakness. And Mo Yu's half-step Emperor-level soul power posed a huge threat to the Three Dragon Kings!
Boom!
The soul attack came and went in an instant. The Northern Dragon King and his companions groaned as the wave passed through them.
Pfft!
Their bodies stiffened for a moment, and both the Western and Southern Dragon Kings turned pale as blood sprayed from their mouths. Their minds were wracked with searing pain, making them feel as if their heads were being torn apart.
"You little bastard! I'll tear you apart!" the Northern Dragon King growled, his face pale but slightly better off than the other two. His eyes burned with violent fury as he glared at Mo Yu.
Seeing their venomous stares, Mo Yu's calm face broke into a cold smile. His hand seals shifted slightly, and he opened his mouth, whispering a single word.
"Explode."
The Northern Dragon King's eyes widened in shock. Sensing danger, he turned his head just in time to see another Mo Yu slowly emerging a few meters behind them.
This Mo Yu, of course, wasn't real—it was his soul clone.
While the clone wasn't particularly strong, only at the Half-Saint level, Mo Yu's real weapon wasn't the clone itself. It was the terrifying Nine-Colored Thunder Orb in the clone's hand.
As the Three Dragon Kings turned, the clone lifted its head and gave them an eerie smile. In the next instant, the brilliant Nine-Colored Thunder Orb in its hand exploded like a dazzling firework.
(End of Chapter)
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