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"Elder Gui Zhu!"
As the figure of Elder Gui Zhu suddenly emerged from the fractured void, Mo Yu was momentarily stunned. His face then darkened as he growled, "The spatial storm within the wormhole was your doing!"
"Heh, sharp as expected."
Elder Gui Zhu let out a chilling laugh, his withered hand casually twirling the eerie ghost-head staff. In the next moment, a strand of ghostly qi seeped out from Mo Yu's body, drifting back toward the staff.
Witnessing this development, Mo Yu's brows furrowed tightly. The Elder, however, sneered, "Originally, I intended to stir up a spatial storm to ensure you perished silently within the passage.
"But luck seems to favor you, boy. You managed to escape the spatial wormhole unscathed. Fortunately, I left a trace of ghostly qi on you earlier, allowing me to track your location. Otherwise, you might have actually slipped away."
Hearing this, Mo Yu's expression turned even grimmer. He hadn't realized that the Elder had planted such a method on him long ago.
However, considering the opponent was likely a Ban Sheng—a Dou Zun-peak level expert—Mo Yu found some solace in his oversight.
While he possessed considerable talent, contending with the tactics of a Ban Sheng-level expert was far beyond his current capabilities.
"Hmph! Don't you fear my Lei Clan's wrath for this?"
Feeling the abyssal might of the Elder's power, Mo Yu's silver eyes narrowed slightly. While discreetly maneuvering his sleeve, he coldly demanded an answer.
"The Lei Clan…" The Elder's expression flickered briefly before he let out a disdainful laugh. "Among the Eight Ancient Clans, aside from the once-glorious Xiao Clan and the formidable Gu Clan, when have we of the Hun Clan ever cared for the others?
"And with no evidence to implicate us in your death, even the hot-tempered Lei Clan Patriach would have nothing to say, wouldn't he?"
The Elder spoke with chilling confidence, his tone oozing superiority as a powerhouse of the Hun Clan.
Hearing this, Mo Yu fell silent. The Elder's words held a bitter truth.
On the Dou Qi Continent, the Hun Clan, Gu Clan, the ancient Xiao Clan from a millennium ago, and the Ancient Void Dragon Clan before Zhu Kun's disappearance were recognized as the four supreme forces.
The remaining powers, including the Lei Clan, though seemingly equal in reputation, lagged behind in true strength.
Of course, this didn't imply the Lei Clan was weak. Without the Lei Clan's backing, the Elder wouldn't have resorted to such covert assassination attempts. Mo Yu would've been targeted openly, especially during the Yun Lan Mountain incident.
"Lei Clan brat, defeating Hun Feng, a candidate for our clan's young leader, proves your extraordinary talent. It's likely you'll grow into a formidable figure in the future.
"But alas, since you've provoked our Hun Clan and your talent poses a threat to us, today, you must die by my hand."
As his words fell, the Elder sighed faintly before slamming the ghost staff into the ground. Immediately, five tendrils of viscous black ghostly qi erupted from its base, twisting and merging into sinister black chains that pierced through the void.
In a blink, the chains materialized above Mo Yu's head.
The sudden attack caused Mo Yu's face to change. His Demon Phoenix Bone Wings unfurled behind him, while white thunder imbued with spatial power surged around him. His figure darted backward in a flash of silvery brilliance.
"Whoosh!"
The chains stabbed down violently, grazing Mo Yu's position before embedding themselves into the rocky ground below. Cracks webbed out from the impact, spreading across the stone surface.
"Oh, wings made from the Heavenly Demon Phoenix's corpse, combined with white thunder carrying spatial power. Boy, are you perhaps an illegitimate son of the Lei Clan Patriach?"
The Elder was momentarily stunned by Mo Yu evading his strike. When his gaze fell on the latter's techniques, a gleam of recognition lit up his cloudy eyes.
As a Ban Sheng, the Elder instantly discerned the origins of the Demon Phoenix Bone Wings.
The Heavenly Demon Phoenix, one of the three great beast clans, stood as equals to the Eight Ancient Clans. Their power ranked among the continent's elite.
Moreover, the Heavenly Demon Phoenix clan was extremely strict about their bloodline. Even in death, their bodies were to be interred within their clan's sacred grounds.
Anyone found in possession of a Heavenly Demon Phoenix corpse or its remnants faced two options: surrender them willingly or suffer relentless pursuit.
For Mo Yu to forge bone wings from such a rare specimen—despite being a Lei Clan member—revealed his audacity.
As for the spatially imbued thunder, though the Elder had heard rumors from Hun Feng, witnessing it firsthand was a shock.
"Such potential must be eliminated; this boy will be a grave threat to the Hun Clan!" With a murderous glint in his eyes, the Elder's resolve solidified.
Flicking his fingers, the chains shot forward like venomous vipers, leaving streaks of afterimages in their wake.
"Clang! Clang! Clang!"
Faced with the onslaught, Mo Yu summoned the Divine Might Black Thunder Spear. Spinning the weapon, he created a dense barrier of spear shadows to fend off the attack.
Yet, even the Elder's casual strikes carried the weight of their vast power disparity. Despite Mo Yu's full effort, he struggled to parry all the chains.
"Bang!"
A chain smashed into the spear, forcing Mo Yu's feet to skid backward, carving deep grooves into the ground.
Mo Yu's face paled at the overwhelming force. Though the chains appeared light, they felt as heavy as mountains. His bones groaned audibly under the strain.
"Boom!"
Embedded in the rocky terrain, Mo Yu's legs sank deep, the ground cracking like fragile tofu under the tremendous pressure.
Reeling from the attack, Mo Yu retreated swiftly, gripping his spear tightly. His heart sank as he noticed the weapon's tip had been shattered.
The Divine Might Black Thunder Spear was now reduced to a mere stick, its loss cutting deeply into Mo Yu's heart.
"Tough one…"
The Elder's form emerged from the distorted air a few meters away, his gaze sweeping over the broken spear with a faint smirk.
Mo Yu, alert and wary, clenched his fists. Against such a foe, his only chance lay in unleashing his final trump card.
"Ha! Whatever trick you have, it's futile against absolute power."
Sensing Mo Yu's hesitation, the Elder chuckled, slamming his staff into the ground again. Dense ghostly qi coalesced into a black spear, hurtling toward Mo Yu with deadly precision.
Recognizing the shift in the Elder's demeanor, Mo Yu frantically beat his bone wings, retreating while gathering golden thunder into his palm.
The energy condensed into a compact Black-Gold Thunder Orb, radiating immense power. Mo Yu hurled it at the incoming spear before retreating further.
"Boom!"
The Black-Gold Thunder Orb erupted like a thunderclap, colliding with the ghostly spear midair, shaking the heavens.
A terrifying surge of lightning swept across the sandy expanse, splitting the ground into visible fissures.
The Black-Gold Thunder Orb detonated, but Mo Yu did not relax in the slightest. He knew that such a weapon alone could not truly kill a Ban Sheng level expert. Everything he had done thus far was merely preparation for the final blow.
His judgment proved correct. Not long after the orb's explosion, a withered figure emerged from the raging lightning currents—none other than Elder Gui Zhu. Although he had just walked out of a thunderous storm, his entire body was unscathed, seemingly unaffected by the Black-Gold Thunder Orb's destructive force.
"As expected of a genius from the Lei Clan capable of defeating Hun Feng, you can unleash such a powerful attack even at the Dou Huang level," Elder Gui Zhu said, his gaze fixed on Mo Yu. However, a sinister glint crossed his face as he spoke.
Mo Yu's expression remained unchanged as his silver eyes flickered. Suddenly, he stomped the ground, propelling himself into the air. The Demon Phoenix Bone Wings on his back expanded even further as he twisted his body and flew backward.
"Trying to run now? Too late!"
Seeing Mo Yu flee, Elder Gui Zhu mistakenly believed he had been intimidated. With a cold sneer, he launched himself like a cannonball, waving his ghostly, aura-infused staff as he pursued Mo Yu at high speed.
In a mere instant, Elder Gui Zhu closed the gap of several kilometers.
As the ghostly aura rapidly expanded, Mo Yu abruptly looked up. The Ghost Staff, entwined with a swarm of phantom-like entities, was already within tens of meters. The icy gusts emanating from it caused fine bloodstains to appear on his skin.
"Dying under my Ghost Staff is an honor for you!"
At this moment, Elder Gui Zhu was only a few dozen meters away. Mo Yu could even see the cruel grin on his face.
The Ghost Staff loomed closer. Even with Mo Yu's speed, he couldn't evade it now. Seeing this, Elder Gui Zhu burst into wild laughter. Killing a future great talent of the Lei Clan was truly exhilarating.
"Ha, you're far too confident!"
Hearing Elder Gui Zhu's laughter and seeing the scant few meters between them, a faint smile crept onto Mo Yu's face.
After smiling, Mo Yu abruptly extended his hand from his sleeve. With a cold shout, his voice reverberated: "Black Thunder Talisman!"
As his words fell, a black, ancient-looking talisman engraved with thunder patterns appeared in his palm.
With the release of this talisman, the surrounding space instantly collapsed. A chilling black thunder circle swiftly expanded from the talisman, colliding fiercely with the Ghost Staff.
"Sizzle..."
Contrary to expectations, the collision did not result in a violent explosion. Instead, the Ghost Staff plunged into the black thunder circle as if sinking into a bottomless abyss, disappearing without causing the slightest ripple.
Even the black thunder circle's expansion speed remained unimpeded.
Anyone witnessing this scene would undoubtedly gasp in shock.
As a Ban Sheng, Elder Gui Zhu's powerful attack would be nearly unstoppable across the continent. Yet, his fearsome strike appeared utterly powerless against this eerie black thunder circle.
The disappearance of the Ghost Staff left Elder Gui Zhu stunned. As he snapped back to his senses and gazed at the menacing black thunder circle, his eyes widened in terror.
"This is the handiwork of a high-level Dou Sheng! How did you obtain it?!"
Although Elder Gui Zhu had not yet reached the Dou Sheng level, he was well-acquainted with its terrifying power.
The horrifying force released by Mo Yu immediately reminded him of the titanic power displayed by the supreme experts of his clan.
"The Lei Clan Patriarch!"
Elder Gui Zhu quickly deduced that this must have come from the Lei Clan Patriarch, the clan's strongest figure.
Given Mo Yu's likely divine-grade bloodline, it wasn't unreasonable for the Lei Clan Patriarch to grant him such a powerful trump card.
"This cunning bastard!"
Fear and dread seeped into his heart. The Lei Clan Patriarch was one of the continent's pinnacle experts, with few in the Hun Clan capable of matching him.
Elder Gui Zhu's face darkened as he watched the encroaching black thunder circle. Without hesitation, he began retreating rapidly.
"Trying to escape?"
Seeing Elder Gui Zhu flee, Mo Yu sneered. He had expended considerable effort luring the elder close, precisely to prevent him from escaping.
With a fierce tremor of his palm, the black thunder circle's expansion accelerated. Simultaneously, an unparalleled suction force erupted from the dark vortex.
Under this suction, Elder Gui Zhu's speed immediately faltered. He could only watch in terror as the black thunder circle closed in on him.
For the first time, the fear of death climbed into his heart. He knew all too well that if he were sucked into the vortex, even he would face certain death.
"Boom! Boom! Boom!"
In desperation, Elder Gui Zhu unleashed torrents of powerful Dou Qi energy. But every attack vanished upon contact with the black vortex, not even leaving a ripple.
This boundless, devouring force filled Elder Gui Zhu with despair.
"Die!"
Seeing Elder Gui Zhu within reach, Mo Yu's eyes turned icy cold. The black thunder circle's expansion quickened, engulfing the elder entirely.
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