BTTH : I am Thunder Emperor

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In the vast sky, under the watchful eyes of countless people, the fiery water curtain suddenly solidified. Then, with a muffled sound, it erupted with a deafening explosion, catching everyone below in a dazed stupor.

The people stared blankly at the sky where the fiery water curtain had exploded, including the nearby Gold and Silver Elders, who were also slightly stunned, unable to immediately comprehend what had just happened.

As peak Dou Huang experts, they could clearly sense the terrifying strength of that Heavenly Flame water curtain. To be blunt, even a Dou Huang with eight stars would have been severely wounded by such an attack.

Yet, such a powerful move had been easily neutralized by Mo Yu.

"What's going on? Mo Yu's strength seems to have surged by several ranks all of a sudden?" The Gold and Silver Elders struggled to resist an attack from the Fire Yao Puppet, their faces flushed with exertion as they looked at each other in shock.

"Damn it, this kid is indeed incredibly strange. If Han Feng can't defeat him, the Yuan Manor will undoubtedly become a deadly enemy for our Black Alliance in the future!" The Gold and Silver Elders' faces darkened, and a numb expression appeared on their faces.

In the past few hours, they had witnessed too many shocks from this twenty-year-old youth. Now, this was another heavy blow that directly pushed them into a state of numbness.

The audience in Mo City, who didn't have the strength to truly gauge the power of the fiery water curtain, watched with dumbfounded expressions. However, they knew it was a Heavenly Flame—the Sea Heart Flame ranked fifteenth on the Heavenly Flame Ranking, plus Han Feng's peak Dou Huang strength. They believed that it was powerful enough to destroy half the city.

However, this fire, which could even destroy Mo City, was shattered into nothingness by a mere Dou Wang, Mo Yu.

The entire Mo City was plunged into shock and awe as Mo Yu's sudden display of power left everyone dumbfounded.

After the fiery water curtain dissipated, Han Feng, its original master, immediately sensed it. His heart skipped a beat, and his stunned gaze shifted toward Mo Yu.

After the fiery water curtain exploded, the Sea Heart Flame did not dissipate. Instead, it transformed into a cluster of star-like sparks, which gathered once more into Han Feng's hand.

Looking at the Sea Heart Flame, which had lost some of its vitality, Han Feng furrowed his brows, his heart surging like a storm, unable to calm down for a long time.

The vast aura that had erupted from Mo Yu's body slowly began to fade, eventually retracting into his body. Mo Yu slightly lowered his head, his eyes, surrounded by purple and gold, coldly scanned Han Feng. His indifferent voice, like muffled thunder, echoed through the sky.

"Medicine Emperor Han Feng, is that all? If you want to deal with Yuan Manor, your Black Alliance still has a long way to go."

Han Feng's face darkened, and a mighty aura comparable to the previous surge from Mo Yu slowly gathered within him.

With a light step, Han Feng vanished and appeared in front of Mo Yu in an instant. Realizing something, Han Feng frowned and said, "So, you were hiding this terrifying power. No wonder you've been so fearless.

If I'm not mistaken, you must have a mysterious and powerful soul body inside you, just like my little junior brother Xiao Yan. And this power... should belong to him, right?"

With his experience, Han Feng knew that someone as young as Mo Yu, no matter how talented, could not possibly reach this level under twenty years old. Given the situation with Xiao Yan before, he immediately deduced the nature of Mo Yu's power.

"No matter whose power this is, at least it obeys my commands," Mo Yu replied with an indifferent smile.

"Humph, relying on external forces to enhance your strength is just a dead end. I don't believe you can maintain this power for long," Han Feng's expression darkened, and he coldly scoffed.

"Today, Yuan Manor must be destroyed!"

With those words, the deep blue fire wings on Han Feng's back vibrated slightly, and he shot toward Mo Yu like a glider.

Just as Han Feng moved, Mo Yu seemed to have anticipated it. His figure suddenly vanished, and the black spear in his hand appeared in a flash.

The heavy spear sliced through the air with terrifying wind pressure and a sharp tearing sound, aiming directly for Han Feng's head!

Han Feng barely dodged the attack, but the fierce wind pressure made his body sway even with the Sea Heart Flame protecting him.

"Such speed, such strength!" Han Feng was slightly stunned, then quickly regained his stance. With a powerful shake of his arm, a fire blade appeared in his hand. He swiftly executed a deadly arc, bypassing the spear to stab toward Mo Yu's chest.

"Clang!"

Despite Han Feng's ruthless attack, Mo Yu remained unfazed. His wrist bent, and the spear spun rapidly, returning to him. Streams of purple and gold energy wound around the spear, which became a shield that blocked the fire blade.

"Zi! Zi!"

Mo Yu's sharp reaction surprised Han Feng, who raised an eyebrow. Immediately, he trembled his arm, and his fire blade split into countless fiery afterimages. With scorching winds, the blade rained down, covering Mo Yu's entire body in a vicious, relentless barrage.

"Clang!"

The sharp sound echoed as the blade images vanished. Only one fire blade remained, colliding heavily with the spear.

"Humph!"

Mo Yu's eyes were cold as a wave of purple-gold energy surged into his spear. The Divine Might Black Thunder Spear grew stronger, becoming an unstoppable force.

With the added power, the spear pierced through the fire blade like a sharp arrow cutting through the air, aiming directly at Han Feng.

Suddenly, Han Feng's fire blade, formed from Sea Heart Flame, began to crack, and seeing this, Han Feng's face slightly darkened. He quickly released the sword hilt.

Without his support, the sword shattered with a clear, crisp sound.

"This guy's power is strange. It doesn't seem to be human power, but some kind of bloodline strength!" Han Feng's mind raced. He had clearly felt the weakening effect of the purple-gold energy on the Sea Heart Flame when it entered the fire blade.

Taking advantage of this moment, Mo Yu didn't hesitate. He slammed his palm down on the spear's shaft, and the purple-gold energy enveloped the Divine Might Black Thunder Spear, sending it like a lightning bolt straight toward Han Feng.

At such close range, even Han Feng's speed couldn't fully evade the attack. He was forced to cover his hand with the Sea Heart Flame and slapped the spear aside with a powerful blow.

"Clang!"

The impact made a sharp, metallic noise as the spear was sent flying.

However, as soon as Han Feng's hand made contact, the purple-gold energy clung to his palm like sticky glue. The Sea Heart Flame, in contact with the purple-gold energy, began to weaken visibly!

Looking at the rapidly thinning Sea Heart Flame, Han Feng's heart grew uneasy. He could now confirm that Mo Yu, possessing the mysterious force, had an energy capable of weakening other powers!

With an explosive surge of Dou Qi, Han Feng finally extinguished the purple-gold energy.

Han Feng retreated instantly, his face grave as he looked at the coldly indifferent Mo Yu. He could now confirm that Mo Yu's strength was likely not limited to the Dou Huang level.

It was probably… at the Dou Zong level!

"Alright, the game is over," Mo Yu said coldly, not caring about Han Feng's astonished expression. His eyes lifted slightly, and a violent surge of purple-gold energy exploded from his body.

The purple-gold energy swept across the sky, warping the space itself as the terrifying aura spread, enveloping the entire Mo City.

On the ground, the audience stared in stunned silence at the purple-gold energy that was sweeping like wildfire. They couldn't help but break out in a cold sweat—this kind of terrifying power was truly beyond comprehension.

The scene in the sky became eerily silent as the mighty energy waves from the collision of the two powerful attacks reverberated across the battlefield. The shockwave spread out in all directions, twisting the air and causing the ground below to tremble. The energy ripple was so intense that the sun itself seemed to be momentarily eclipsed by the sheer power emanating from the clash.

The golden-purple energy, a terrifying manifestation of Mo Yu's strength, pierced through Han Feng's fiery defense and struck him directly in the chest. The impact sent a resounding boom echoing through the skies, and in that instant, Han Feng's protective flame shield shattered like glass.

With a final grunt, Han Feng's body was sent spiraling through the air, blood spraying from his mouth as he plummeted toward the earth. His figure disappeared into the ruins below, leaving behind a trail of dust and debris, while the stunned onlookers watched in silence.

The crowd was shaken by the display of overwhelming strength. Han Feng, a peak Dou Huang, had been so easily defeated—Mo Yu's power was now unquestionable, and the Yuan Manor's potential was revealed to be far beyond what anyone had imagined.

However, Mo Yu did not lower his guard. His eyes remained cold, focused on the spot where Han Feng had fallen. He had no interest in showing mercy, but just as he prepared to end the fight, a sudden fluctuation in energy caught his attention.

From the distance, a strange ripple of energy surged, and in the blink of an eye, a figure appeared on the battlefield. The man was an elderly figure, his presence unsettling. His nose was sharp, his eyes piercing, and though he held no aggressive stance, his aura exuded a palpable sense of danger.

The old man, with his hawk-like eyes, surveyed the battlefield, taking note of Han Feng's weakened state and Mo Yu's intense killing intent. A knowing look crossed his face as he approached, his presence commanding attention.

"Friend," the old man said, his voice calm but heavy with authority. "I am the Ying Shan. Might I request that you spare this one, Han Feng? I ask for your mercy, for old times' sake."

Mo Yu's gaze flickered for a moment, his expression still as cold as ever. Despite the Elder's apparent strength, he didn't show any sign of hesitation. He was ready to end this fight, but the mention of "old times" caused a brief pause.

Elder Ying Shan bowed slightly, a gesture of respect, though his eyes never left Mo Yu's. He was clearly aware that a confrontation would be dangerous, but his tone remained firm and composed.

The energy in the air remained thick, and the tension was palpable as both men stood facing each other. Would Mo Yu continue his relentless pursuit of Han Feng, or would he acknowledge the Elder's plea for mercy? The atmosphere grew heavy with anticipation.

Mo Yu's expression remained impassive for a long moment. Finally, his lips parted, his cold voice breaking the silence.

"Consider this a temporary reprieve for him. Next time, I won't be so lenient."

With a final glance at Han Feng's unconscious body, Mo Yu turned and began to walk away, his steps echoing with the weight of his decision. The Elder's eyes narrowed as he watched the young man retreat.

As Mo Yu vanished into the distance, the onlookers, who had been silently observing the drama unfold, let out a collective breath. The conflict was over—for now—but the tension in the air remained, a reminder of the power and danger that still lurked in the shadows.

And as the battlefield began to quiet, a single thought lingered in the minds of those who had witnessed the events unfold: Who truly was Mo Yu?

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