Chapter 835 - 833: Reaping the Benefits, Thunder Spirit Clan

"Backlash from the saint artifact?"

Hearing Mo Yu’s words, Xuan Luo and the others turned pale, standing up in confusion.

Mo Yu smiled and said, "A saint artifact possesses intelligence. It can seek fortune and avoid danger, as well as distinguish its rightful master. Now that the silver-robed man has been corrupted by evil energy, how could a sentient saint artifact allow itself to be controlled by someone who has turned into an evil being?"

Only then did Xuan Luo and the others realize the truth. The silver-robed man was now filled with evil energy, completely devoid of intelligence, while the saint artifact possessed its own spirit. Naturally, it would not recognize him as its master, which explained the backlash.

"It seems we don’t need to retreat for now."

Mo Yu smiled, breathing a sigh of relief. After all, if they left empty-handed while even losing a Thunder Orb, it would be too frustrating to accept.

Qing Yanjing also nodded. Judging by the current situation, they could simply watch from the sidelines and let the tigers fight. Perhaps, in the end, they might even reap a great reward.

While the three conversed, inside the grand hall, the silver-robed man—now entirely shrouded in evil energy—broke free from the wall.

Backlashed by the Baleful Thunder Dragon Seal, he seemed to have been enraged. He let out a furious roar and grasped at the air. A massive, hundreds-of-meters-wide dark palm appeared above the thunder seal, attempting to forcibly seize it.

Whoosh!

However, in response to the silver-robed man’s actions, the thunder seal trembled and shook violently. A thunderstorm erupted, instantly tearing the dark palm apart.

Seeing his attack blocked, the silver-robed man grew even more furious. Boundless evil energy surged out like a horde of demons descending upon the world, transforming into countless streaks of black light that bombarded the thunder seal.

The Baleful Thunder Dragon Seal, however, retaliated without hesitation. It seemed to detest this evil energy greatly, launching a full-force counterattack.

Each time the thunder seal flickered with silver light, it triggered a massive thunderstorm, tearing apart the space and obliterating the surging evil energy.

Thus, a great battle erupted within the hall. However, the protagonists were no longer Mo Yu and the others, but the silver-robed man and the Baleful Thunder Dragon Seal.

Boom!

The destructive shockwaves spread throughout the grand hall, shattering the massive stone pillars into dust. Even Mo Yu’s eyes twitched slightly at the sheer destructive power.

"At this rate, who will win?" a female Ninth-Grade Supreme behind Xuan Luo couldn’t help but ask.

Mo Yu was silent for a moment before replying, "That thunder seal is powerful, but without a master, it likely won’t last long."

A saint artifact was indeed formidable, but only in the hands of a true wielder could it unleash its full potential.

At present, the Baleful Thunder Dragon Seal was merely fighting with the spiritual energy stored within itself. Once its energy was depleted, it would either fall into slumber or choose mutual destruction.

"And us?" Qing Yanjing’s beautiful eyes turned to Mo Yu. She trusted that he wouldn’t be foolish enough to let the thunder seal perish needlessly.

"We’ll let it exhaust itself a little more... then we’ll make our move," Mo Yu said with a smile.

Buzz!

Just as his words fell, an earth-shattering collision erupted once again within the grand hall.

Both the Baleful Thunder Dragon Seal and the silver-robed man were sent flying backward in disarray. One after another, massive stone pillars collapsed inside the hall.

Suspended midair, the Baleful Thunder Dragon Seal’s radiance had dimmed significantly. The fierce battle against the silver-robed man had evidently drained much of its power.

Then, it trembled slightly as if hesitating, before suddenly shooting toward Mo Yu and his group.

Whoosh!

The Baleful Thunder Dragon Seal appeared right in front of Mo Yu, trembling slightly—its intention clear without words.

Seeing this, Mo Yu didn’t hesitate much. He slowly extended his hand and grasped the seal.

Having already subdued two Baleful Thunder Dragon Seals before, Mo Yu wasn’t entirely unfamiliar with it.

As soon as his hand touched the seal, a surge of spiritual energy erupted from within him.

Buzz! Buzz!

Mo Yu’s body trembled slightly. He could feel his spiritual energy rushing out from his body, pouring endlessly into the thunder seal.

At this moment, the seal was like a bottomless pit, devouring every drop of energy Mo Yu released.

Buzz!

Boundless spiritual energy roared around Mo Yu. As he infused more and more energy into the seal, its glow brightened slightly, and the ancient thunder patterns upon it grew clearer.

After an unknown amount of energy had been absorbed, the Baleful Thunder Dragon Seal suddenly burst forth with a violent radiance. The dazzling lightning carried a terrifying aura of destruction, making everyone’s scalp tingle.

As the light surged, Mo Yu suddenly felt a stream of information flow from the seal into his mind—ancient hand seals.

Clearly, the Baleful Thunder Dragon Seal was guiding Mo Yu to form the seals in order to synchronize with it. As a saint artifact, it required a wielder to unlock its full power.

Mo Yu immersed himself in the profoundness of the seals. Moments later, he slowly began forming them with one hand.

His movements were slow and clumsy at first, as each change in the seal drained a significant amount of spiritual energy. Just forming these hand seals alone was already an immense burden.

Boom!

Moments later, as Mo Yu completed the final seal, the thunder seal in his hand trembled violently.

Holding the seal firmly, he slowly raised his hand.

Then, he swung it down toward the distant silver-robed man.

"Thunder Dragon Annihilation!"

A deep voice echoed from Mo Yu’s lips. The Baleful Thunder Dragon Seal exploded with blinding lightning, sending streaks of lightning surging outward like countless dragons, tearing through space itself.

As the terrifying thunder dragons converged, an enormous thousand-meter-long thunder dragon materialized. Its sheer presence crushed the surrounding space, emanating an aura of utter destruction.

Boom!

Wherever the thunder dragon passed, space itself shattered into countless fragments.

Roar!

Facing such a devastating attack, the silver-robed man let out an enraged roar.

Sensing the impending destruction, he released a massive surge of black energy from within, forming a hundred-meter-wide black vortex before him.

The depths of the vortex emanated an overwhelming evil, as if capable of devouring and corrupting everything...

Boom!

However, the terrifying Thunder Dragon paid no heed to anything in its way, carrying countless violent bolts of lightning as it swept forward and charged straight into the black hole.

Sizzle!

As it entered, the world seemed to fall into an eerie silence, but in the next moment, a burst of lightning radiated from deep within the black hole. Then, an indescribably horrifying shockwave erupted with immense force!

Rumble!

The shockwave blasted outward, shattering the black hole in an instant. Within the great hall, nearly all the stone pillars were completely obliterated, and even the incredibly sturdy ground cracked apart with numerous fissures.

Mo Yu and his group quickly retreated to a safe distance, fearing that they might be caught in the terrifying aftermath.

The violent shockwave raged inside the great hall for several minutes before gradually subsiding. When calm was finally restored, Mo Yu and the others lifted their gazes.

The hall was in utter ruins. In the distance, a silver-robed man hovered in midair, but the black mist around him had been completely dispelled.

He remained motionless in the air, yet cracks suddenly began to spread across his body. Those cracks expanded rapidly, covering his entire form.

Boom!

A moment later, with a deafening explosion, the silver-robed man’s body shattered entirely, along with the sinister aura that had once enveloped him, leaving no trace behind.

"Oh? Eliminated, huh..."

Seeing this, Mo Yu’s face lit up with joy. He immediately stepped forward, preparing to claim the now-masterless Baleful Thunder Dragon Seal.

However, at that very instant, the space nearby rippled, and a massive hand, seemingly forged from flowing thunder essence, emerged from the void. Without hesitation, it grasped the Baleful Thunder Dragon Seal.

At the same time, a voice filled with an aura of violent thunder echoed through the great hall.

"Timing truly is everything. It seems that this Baleful Thunder Dragon Seal was destined to be mine..."

As the thunder-essence hand pierced through space and seized the masterless Baleful Thunder Dragon Seal, Mo Yu’s expression turned icy.

He hadn’t expected that he, too, would one day fall victim to someone else reaping the rewards of his hard-fought battle...

"Hiding in the shadows like a rat—who are you? Get out here!"

Mo Yu’s gaze was as cold as ice. Anyone would be furious if, after such a strenuous battle, their prize was suddenly snatched away.

Without hesitation, he struck out. A blast of purple-gold fist energy surged forth, carrying an overwhelming power that distorted space itself.

Swish!

The purple-gold fist energy shot out like lightning, hurtling toward the thunder-essence hand.

But just before it struck, space fluctuated once more, and another massive hand of thunder essence burst forth, seizing the terrifying purple-gold fist energy.

Thunder essence and fist energy clashed violently, entangling in a chaotic struggle. However, the thunder-essence hand ultimately gained the upper hand, its power overwhelming as it smothered and extinguished the purple-gold fist energy.

"Oh? That was quite a strong attack... surprisingly resilient."

Despite having neutralized Mo Yu’s strike, a voice of mild surprise rang out from within the void. Ordinary attacks would have been insignificant to him, yet the previous fist strike had actually posed a slight threat. If its wielder hadn’t launched it in haste, it wouldn’t have been so easily suppressed.

The space before them rippled, and a silver-haired figure slowly emerged. Mo Yu and his companions turned their gazes toward the newcomer, only to see a man with silver hair flickering like bolts of lightning. His body pulsed with the flow of thunder essence, making him resemble a living thunder lake, exuding an aura of terrifyingly violent energy.

Moreover, an overwhelming sense of danger radiated from him.

Mo Yu narrowed his eyes slightly. The level of threat this man posed surpassed even Luo Ling, whom he had encountered earlier...

"Never expected someone from the Thunder Spirit Clan to appear in the Heavenly Thunder Continent." Beside him, Qing Yanjing’s soft voice carried a hint of realization.

"Thunder Spirit Clan?" Mo Yu’s brows furrowed slightly. That was one of the Great Thousand World’s formidable races—not as powerful as the Five Ancient Clans, but still a force to be reckoned with, boasting Heavenly Sovereign-tier powerhouses.

"A dignified member of the Thunder Spirit Clan, yet you resort to such underhanded thievery?" Mo Yu said, his voice cold.

Hearing this, the silver-haired man merely smiled. He clenched the Baleful Thunder Dragon Seal in his hand and replied, "Treasures belong to those destined to claim them. I just happened to arrive and found it without an owner—clearly, it was meant for me. So naturally, I took it."

"Destined?" Mo Yu sneered. "What a joke."

Seeing the hostility in Mo Yu’s expression, the Thunder Spirit Clan youth paused briefly, then smiled again. "It seems you all aren’t ordinary people. Perhaps I did take some advantage in this situation. Allow me to introduce myself—I am Xiao Tian, the Young Master of the Thunder Spirit Clan. I wonder... would you all be willing to give me some face?"

"You think quite highly of yourself." Mo Yu let out a cold laugh. "Too bad—the Young Master of the Thunder Spirit Clan doesn’t mean a damn thing to me."

The Baleful Thunder Dragon Seal was a treasure worth at least a billion drops of Supreme Spirit Liquid. Even a top-tier faction might struggle to produce such wealth. Yet this man wanted to take it with mere words? The sheer audacity of it made Mo Yu’s blood boil.

Even if it were a member of the Ancient Clans, Mo Yu wouldn’t take this loss lying down.

"You really think we can’t deal with you?" Qing Yanjing, usually gentle and composed, had an unsettling calmness in her expression as she stared at the silver-haired man. Her voice was utterly devoid of emotion.

Xiao Tian’s gaze flickered slightly as he looked at Qing Yanjing. For some reason, he felt a faint but undeniable sense of danger emanating from this seemingly gentle girl.

His eyes narrowed briefly before he lowered them slightly. Then, in a detached tone, he said, "If you insist on this course of action... then I suppose I’ll have to see for myself."

He didn’t know exactly how strong these people were, but he, Xiao Tian, was not just anyone. He was the Young Master of the Thunder Spirit Clan, a figure destined for greatness. He had initially spoken politely because Mo Yu and Qing Yanjing seemed formidable—otherwise, he would have simply taken the treasure and left without a word.

Qing Yanjing remained expressionless. She took a step forward, a shimmering radiance gathering at her fingertips.

But at that moment, Mo Yu raised an arm to stop her.

Qing Yanjing’s beautiful eyes glanced at him but remained silent. She knew Mo Yu’s personality well—there was no way he would be intimidated by Xiao Tian’s status.

"Leave this to me." Mo Yu turned to her with a confident smile.

Qing Yanjing hesitated briefly before nodding. She understood Mo Yu’s strength better than anyone. If they were to truly fight, disregarding titles and reputations, then Xiao Tian would most likely be the one to lose.

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