BTTH : I am Thunder Emperor

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The black-robed figure was Yan!

Upon seeing the revealed face, the entire city of Mo fell silent in shock. It was none other than Yan, the former sect leader of the Di Yan Sect.

Yan, a figure of considerable power, had joined Yuan Manor?

In the Black-Corner Region, it wasn't uncommon to join a stronger faction after a defeat. Powerful factions would often absorb smaller ones, and such shifts in allegiance were the norm. However, someone like Yan, the leader of a top-tier force, was unlikely to surrender in defeat.

After all, to become a leader of such a force, one had to be a formidable character, not one to submit easily. Even if defeated, figures like him seldom surrendered. Moreover, the victor typically wouldn't risk accepting a former enemy, preferring to eliminate them completely to avoid future threats.

Seeing Yan standing beside Mo Yu, faces were filled with shock and disbelief.

Even within the Yuan Manor ranks, stalwarts like Xiao Li and Lin Yan were visibly taken aback. While they knew Yan had been captured by Yuan Manor, they had no idea Mo Yu had successfully recruited this powerful three-star Dou Huang into their ranks.

A three-star Dou Huang was a figure even the imperial family of the Jia Ma Empire would welcome with open arms!

"Sect Leader… Sect Leader Yan, why did you join Yuan Manor?"

From the Black Alliance camp, an elder with snow-white hair stepped forward—none other than Liu, the Di Yan Sect's former Grand Elder.

After Yuan Manor defeated the Di Yan Sect, most of the sect's elders and disciples were either captured or killed, while some managed to escape. Liu gathered a portion of the survivors and went to Feng City, a Black Alliance stronghold, pleading with Han Feng to avenge the Di Yan Sect.

Seeing an opportunity to weaken Yuan Manor, Han Feng agreed to Liu's request, and the elder eagerly joined the Black Alliance to witness the revenge he sought.

But as he saw Yan standing beside Mo Yu, Liu's expression froze, his face contorted with shock and resentment. He couldn't believe his former leader had joined Yuan Manor willingly.

"It's you, Elder Liu. I've made my decision to serve Manor Lord Mo Yu. From today, I am no longer the Di Yan Sect's leader, but a humble member of Yuan Manor's Worship Hall," Yan said indifferently, glancing briefly at Liu.

"For old times' sake, I advise you to leave the Black Alliance and join Yuan Manor. Under the guidance of Lord Mo Yu, Yuan Manor is destined to dominate the entire Black-Corner Region. I'll even recommend you for a respectable position within Yuan Manor," Yan added, his tone calm.

Liu's lips twitched as he nervously glanced at Han Feng. He didn't know how to respond. His leader had joined Yuan Manor and was even advising him to do the same. The absurdity of the situation made him feel as if he were dreaming.

But though it felt unreal, he could tell from the conversation that Yan had willingly joined Yuan Manor, not through coercion, but of his own accord.

The crowd now looked at Mo Yu with a sense of awe, as if he were a mythical figure.

What kind of leader could recruit someone like Yan, once the head of a powerful sect?

Even Han Feng, who had numerous powerful allies within the Black Alliance, couldn't help but darken at the sight. While he commanded many leaders of top-tier factions, they were more like allies against their common enemy, Jia Nan Academy, than true subordinates.

Seeing Yan's unexpected allegiance to Yuan Manor, Han Feng's face twisted in fury.

What kind of person was this Mo Yu, able to command even Yan's loyalty?

Recalling recent intelligence on Yuan Manor's capabilities, Han Feng felt anger brewing. Yuan Manor had assets like the terrifying Puppet, nearly at the level of a Dou Zong, as well as powerful fighters like Zi Huo. This new alliance with Yan only compounded the threat, pushing the Black Alliance into a precarious position.

Yan, with his three-star Dou Huang strength, wasn't far behind Fan Lao, a four-star Dou Huang.

With Yan joining the fray, Fan Lao, too, found himself in a fierce struggle with Yuan Manor's forces.

With the Golden and Silver Elders, Ban Lao, and Fan Lao all locked in battles, the Black Alliance's upper-hand was quickly slipping away.

No, there was still one more…

Turning his gaze, Han Feng focused on Yuan Yi, the former head of the Eight Gates Sect.

A formidable Dou Huang, Yuan Yi was a top ten fighter on the Black Rankings, though his rank was on the lower end.

Seeing Han Feng's look, Yuan Yi sighed, knowing what was expected. "Leader, I'll handle this," he said with a resigned smile. Now part of the Black Alliance, he shared its fate—he couldn't afford to hold back.

However, as soon as he stepped forward, two powerful shadows appeared before him.

"Oh? You must be Ling Feng, head of Yuan Manor's Tiger Hall, and Xiao Li, head of the Wolf Hall," Yuan Yi remarked coldly.

"Do you two really think you can stop me? Are you under the illusion that my ranking on the Black List was bought?" Yuan Yi scoffed, disdainfully surveying the two Dou Wangs before him.

Ling Feng responded with a faint smile. "Yuan Yi, your name is well-known in the Black-Corner Region. But we're only here to stall you—the real threat is our Manor Lord."

"Humph! Yuan Manor will eventually crush the Black Alliance. If you don't join us, you'll meet your end sooner or later," Xiao Li sneered.

"Yuan Manor? Ha! Let's see if you die before I do!" Yuan Yi growled. Dou qi condensed into a massive black spear in his hands, which he brandished with deadly force toward Xiao Li and Ling Feng.

Ling Feng and Xiao Li stiffened, recognizing that they couldn't overpower a Dou Huang. Fortunately, their task was merely to hold him off, not to defeat him.

The two surrounded Yuan Yi, launching powerful attacks as they clashed.

With Yuan Yi tied up, Han Feng was left alone in the Black Alliance's upper ranks. His face was twisted with rage as he observed the numerous battles, his eyes burning with fury.

Suddenly, Han Feng's anger shifted to a cold smile. Turning to Mo Yu, he let out a sinister laugh.

"Haha! Impressive! To think you've pushed the Black Alliance to this extent. Mo Yu, you are a rare talent, a true genius," Han Feng sneered.

"Even in the Central Plains, there are few as monstrous as you. Any elite force would be eager to have you in their ranks."

Then his expression darkened. "But the tallest tree catches the wind. No matter your talent, on the Dou Qi Continent, strength is the ultimate truth.

When we fought at Jia Nan Academy, it ended too soon. Now, as the leader of the Black Alliance and you as the head of Yuan Manor, let's settle this once and for all!"

Han Feng took a deep breath, his earlier ferocity replaced by a chilling calm. His eyes locked onto the silver-eyed young man across from him, his gaze ominous.

Though his subordinates were held back, Han Feng's confidence was rooted in his own power.

As the leader of the Black Alliance, his strength lay not only in his reputation as a sixth-grade alchemist but also in his peak Dou Huang strength, making him third on the Black List.

Mo Yu chuckled. "I was thinking the same. I look forward to seeing what Black Alliance Leader Han Feng has to offer."

Upon hearing Han Feng's challenge, Mo Yu smiled slightly, showing no fear as he accepted it.

Seeing this, the audience in Mo City opened their eyes wide in surprise.

The Lord of Yuan Manor, Mo Yu, was actually about to engage in a fierce battle with the leader of the Black Alliance. Could this be the battle of the century in the Black-Corner Region?

What shocked them even more was that Mo Yu was only at the Dou Wang level, and his most remarkable achievement was defeating Gao Lie and subduing a quasi-Dou Huang-level Fire Yao Puppet.

However, Han Feng was ranked third on the Black List and was a Dou Huang at the peak level. There were few in the Black-Corner Region who surpassed him in strength. Did Mo Yu really have the confidence to defeat him?

As the Lord of Yuan Manor, if Mo Yu were to lose, then the entire Yuan Manor would fall into the hands of the Black Alliance.

It could be said that the outcome of this battle between Mo Yu and Han Feng would directly determine the victory or defeat of both forces.

With such stakes, Mo Yu's ability to achieve victory would be crucial to the outcome of the battle.

"Although the Golden and Silver Elders together can fight a Dou Zong expert, it's clearly impossible for them to surpass the Fire Yao Puppet. As time drags on, they will inevitably begin to fall behind. Once the Fire Yao Puppet is freed, it could spell serious trouble.

Luckily, this kid is too young and impulsive, agreeing to my provocation. Hmph, I'll need to finish him off quickly, then free myself to secure the Black Alliance's victory," Han Feng thought, his mind racing.

Moments later, Han Feng's gaze grew colder. With a flip of his palms, a deep blue flame suddenly surged from his palms.

Seeing the deep blue flame flickering in Han Feng's hands, the people of Mo City became visibly tense.

Heavenly Flames—the most explosive element on the Dou Qi continent—were things many would never see in a lifetime.

In Han Feng's hands, his current strength allowed him to manipulate the Heavenly Flame, making him a force that even Dou Zong-level experts feared. This entire city could be reduced to rubble by the flames Han Feng wielded.

Powerful Dou Qi surged from within him, swelling his robes as he exhaled slowly, his body emitting a thunderous boom that echoed across the field.

With this strange explosion, Han Feng's aura suddenly intensified.

Contrary to expectations, Mo Yu remained expressionless despite Han Feng's heightened aura, even closing his eyes slowly.

Seeing this, Han Feng's face froze before a sneer appeared at the corners of his mouth. "Pretending to be mysterious, are you? Die!"

With a wave of his right hand, a massive flame curtain, nearly several meters high, appeared above Mo Yu's head and crashed down with a thunderous force.

Though he looked down on Mo Yu outwardly, deep inside, Han Feng feared Mo Yu's various techniques, so he spared no effort, launching a deadly attack.

"Brat, go die!"

With Han Feng's movement, all eyes in the arena turned toward him.

Even Zi Huo and Yuan Yi, Xiao Li, and the others stopped their battles to gaze intently at the battlefield between Han Feng and Mo Yu.

"She Lao, the rest is up to you. I'm not yet his match," Mo Yu murmured softly with his eyes closed.

"Heh, little one, you've done quite well. To bring the Black Alliance to such a desperate state is already a great feat…"

In the depths of Mo Yu's heart, the voice of She Lao resonated gently.

"Leave the rest to me."

From within Mo Yu's thin frame, a surge of immense energy pulsed, and after a brief silence, it erupted like a flood from the depths of his being.

In the sky above, Mo Yu's closed eyes trembled slightly, and a moment later, he opened them abruptly. His previously silver eyes were now one purple and one gold—a strange sight indeed.

Under countless gazes, the fiery curtain, carrying a terrifying heat and force, descended towards Mo Yu's head.

Just when everyone thought Mo Yu was doomed, a wave of mighty energy suddenly surged out from Mo Yu's center.

As the energy swept outward, a gust of wind arose in Mo City, forcing onlookers to shield their eyes.

The overwhelming aura, on par with a peak Dou Huang, stunned the spectators of Mo City, while even the chaotic battlefield in the sky fell silent.

Eyes turned toward the source of the energy, and when they saw it, many powerful experts were stunned—Mo Yu was actually at the peak Dou Huang level?

"Petty tricks!"

Seeing the fiery curtain, Mo Yu merely smiled faintly. With a flick of his finger, purple-golden energy poured out, engulfing the sky.

The purple-golden energy was unlike ordinary Dou Qi, but its immense force painted the entire sky.

Slowly extending his finger, Mo Yu condensed the purple-golden energy into small energy serpents. The next moment, he directed them toward the fiery curtain.

Time seemed to pause as the purple-golden energy serpents shot forward, piercing through the fiery curtain. Under countless astonished gazes, the flame curtain began to dissipate, evaporating like seawater under the sun.

"Sea Heart Flame… nothing more than that."

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