I am the Thunder Emperor in the fight

The silence in the Buddha Hall lasted for three full breaths.

Three breaths later, the expressions of the six Saint-level experts changed from shock to shame and anger, and then from shame and anger to even deeper horror.

Fu Tu Xuan stared intently at the silver figure standing with his hands behind his back, his heart churning with turmoil.

He admitted that he had indeed underestimated Mo Yu.

He originally thought that the lineup of the five ancient races and the six Saint-grade Heavenly Sovereigns would be enough to suppress Mo Yu. After all, even powerful Saint-grade late-stage experts like Qin Tian, ​​the Demon King, the True Dragon Emperor, and the Undying Lord would have to give way when the five ancient races joined forces.

But to his surprise, Mo Yu's strength was so formidable that it far exceeded Fu Tu Xuan's imagination.

However, the die was cast, and there was no turning back.

If the six of them joined forces and were forced to give up after being repelled by Mo Yu in one move, where would that leave the face of the five ancient clans?!

"Everyone!" Fu Tu Xuan roared, "This Mo Yu is so aggressive, there's no need to talk about rules! Join forces to suppress him!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he suddenly formed a hand seal, and the phantom of the pagoda behind him, which had been knocked back tens of thousands of feet, surged again!
This time, the phantom was no longer a simple condensation of spiritual energy, but rather appeared as countless ancient runes.

That is the foundation of the ancient Futu clan's millennia-long heritage, a true clan-protecting divine power!
"The pagoda suppresses the prison, sealing the heavens and the eight wastelands!"

boom!
The towering phantom suddenly split into eight smaller, pitch-black phantom towers, which simultaneously pressed down from eight directions!

Each pagoda contains terrifying power enough to seal a world, and the runes flowing on its body further draw upon the power of heaven and earth throughout the entire Floating Pagoda Realm!

Seeing this, Maha Tian gritted his teeth and followed closely behind.

He bit his tongue and spat out a mouthful of blood into the black and white tornado in front of him!
The tornado suddenly expanded, and its color changed from black and white to a chaotic mass. That was the ultimate form of the Maha Immeasurable Kalpa, which he forcibly activated using his own blood essence as a guide!
"Mahabhava Boundless, the Chaotic Era!"

The chaotic tornado roared down, shattering space into primordial nothingness in its wake, even swallowing up light!
Of the six Saint-Rank Heavenly Sovereigns present, Maha Tian harbored the greatest hatred for Mo Yu, so he naturally would not refuse Fu Tu Xuan's suggestion.

On the other side, Hei Tian and Hei Di exchanged a glance and nodded simultaneously.

The two formed the same hand seal, and the two dark energies merged together, transforming into a dark river that stretched across the heavens and the earth!

In the long river, countless hideous ghost faces emerged, emitting mournful howls.

That is the strongest divine power of the Black Heaven and Black Earth combined, and it is also one of the top-tier divine powers in the thirty-six great worlds: the Netherworld Black Spring!
"Guided by the Black Spring, the soul returns to the Netherworld!"

The dark river rushed down, extinguishing all life wherever it passed!
Tai Ming Ancestor took a deep breath, an abnormal flush appearing on his aged face. Then, streams of holy spiritual power condensed in his palm, radiating a world-destroying power.

The next moment, he slowly raised his hand, and a pure white jade seal flew out from between his eyebrows.

That is one of the thirty-six top-tier divine abilities of the Tai Ling Ancient Clan, the Tai Ling Immortal Seal!
The immortal seal swelled in the wind, growing to a size of ten thousand feet in the blink of an eye, before crashing down with a deafening roar!

Wherever the Immortal Seal passed, the holy and pure Tai Ling Immortal Light intertwined with the destructive suppressive power, enough to make any Saint-level expert tremble!
Huang Qiu gritted his teeth and decided to hold back as well.

He slowly raised his hands and clenched them into fists.

On those arms, veins bulged and muscles were taut, each muscle seemingly containing enough power to shatter stars.

At the same time, the aura around him suddenly changed!
It was no longer the faint golden light of before, but a pure and extreme physical pressure!
The oppressive aura did not come from spiritual power or supernatural abilities, but from every inch of his flesh, every bone, and every meridian in his body!
The Ancient Wilderness Clan is one of the most physically powerful races in the vast world.

Huang Qiu is the current patriarch of the Huanggu Clan. He never cultivates so-called top-level supernatural powers, but only tempers his physical body!
Ten thousand years of arduous cultivation, achieving physical sainthood!
His physical body is his strongest supernatural power!
"Ancient Overlord Body!"

The desolate dragon roared to the sky, its body radiating golden light!
That golden light wasn't spiritual energy, but rather a tangible pressure formed by the overflow of his physical power!

His figure expanded rapidly in the golden light, like a Titan, growing to three zhang, ten zhang, and fifty zhang in a short moment!

The giant, fifty feet tall, was covered in golden runes, each one shimmering with a metallic luster!

His arms were as thick as palace pillars, and his ten fingers were like ten golden claws, each nail sharp enough to tear space apart!
His eyes had now turned completely into pure gold, like two burning suns!

He didn't use any supernatural powers; he simply clenched his fist and threw a punch at Mo Yu!
This punch was simple and unadorned.

But the moment the fist was thrown, the entire Floating Pagoda Realm began to tremble violently!
Wherever the fist passed, the space did not shatter, but was forcibly compressed into an absolute vacuum!

That pure physical power has already surpassed the limits that space can bear!

Five attacks, more than twice as powerful as before!
Six Saint-level experts unleashed their true power!

The Buddha Hall trembled violently, and countless cracks spread across its walls!
If this hall hadn't been a sacred object of extremely high quality, it would have been reduced to dust by the aftershocks of the six attacks!
Mo Yu finally raised her head.

A faint smile flickered in his eyes.

"That's more like it."

He raised his right hand, and this time, it wasn't just a simple 'Thunder'.

With fingers slightly bent, he made a grasping motion in the air.

boom!
A bolt of purple-silver lightning exploded from his palm, but it wasn't for defense; instead, it transformed into a lightning spear over ten feet long!
The spear was entirely purple-silver, with countless chaotic lightning runes flowing across its shaft. Each rune contained terrifying power capable of destroying a world!
The moment the spear appeared, it swallowed up all the light on the entire Floating Pagoda Continent, leaving only its dazzling purple-silver color!
Mo Yu, gun in hand, took a step forward!
His figure disappeared from the spot!
Just as Fu Tu Xuan and the others were stunned... the next moment!
boom!
The tip of the purple-silver spear collided violently with the first pagoda that was being suppressed!

The pagoda that was powerful enough to seal off an entire world developed countless fine cracks the moment the spear tip touched it!

The cracks spread wildly from the tip of the spear, covering the entire tower in the blink of an eye!
boom!
The first pagoda exploded!
Mo Yu's figure flashed once more!
Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!
Seven loud explosions erupted almost simultaneously!

All seven pagodas exploded simultaneously!

Fu Tu Xuan's expression changed drastically, and he spat out a mouthful of blood!

The simultaneous destruction of his eight natal pagodas had a near-fatal backlash against him!
But he had no time to think, because the silver figure had already appeared in front of the chaotic tornado of Maha Heaven!
Mo Yu raised his hand and thrust out with his spear!
The spear flashes like a dragon!

The chaotic tornado, powerful enough to destroy everything, was torn in two the instant the spear tip touched it, as if it were made of paper!
Within the tornado, Maha Ten's figure emerged, his face filled with disbelief and terror!
"No!"

puff!
The tip of the gun grazed his cheek, drawing a sliver of blood!
Although it didn't hit a vital spot, the sharp intent of the spear had already left a deep, bone-revealing wound on his face!

Maha Tian screamed and flew backward!

Mo Yu did not pursue, but turned around and swept his spear horizontally!
Where the spear's light passed, the rushing dark river was abruptly cut in half! Within the river, countless dark ghost faces let out mournful howls before vanishing completely!

Both Heitian and Heidi groaned simultaneously, blood spilling from the corners of their mouths, and their bodies retreated violently!

Mo Yu didn't stop, and with one step, he was already in front of the Tai Ming Ancestor!

The Tai Ling Immortal Seal that crashed down was only three zhang away from Mo Yu's head!

Mo Yu raised his eyes and glanced at him indifferently.

Then, he raised his hand, his five fingers loosely clenched.

That Tai Ling Immortal Seal, powerful enough to suppress any Saint-level expert, was caught by him with his bare hands!

"This...how is this possible?!" Tai Ming Ancestor exclaimed in shock!

Mo Yu did not answer, but simply tightened his fingers slightly.

Click!

A fine crack appeared on the Tai Ling Immortal Seal!

Tai Ming Ancestor coughed up a mouthful of blood and staggered backward!

Mo Yu casually tossed the Tai Ling Immortal Seal aside, where it smashed through the wall of the Floating Pagoda Hall and flew off into the unknown.

He turned around and looked at the final attack, the ancient and powerful Desolate Overlord Fist.

Mo Yu did not retreat, nor did he even use the Thunder Spear.

He simply raised his left hand, clenched his fist, and threw the same punch!
Two fists collided!

boom!
An indescribable explosion rang out!

A violent shockwave, centered on the two men's fists, swept outwards in a ring!

The walls of the Floating Pagoda Hall, which had been reinforced for thousands of years, were torn open with countless huge cracks by the shock wave, as if they were made of paper!

The entire hall was on the verge of collapse!
Mo Yu remained motionless, like Mount Tai.

Click!

However, a fine crack suddenly appeared on the seemingly indestructible golden skin on Huang Qiu's fist!

Huang Qiu's expression changed drastically. He tried to back away, but found that his fist was as if it were being clamped tightly by an invisible iron clamp, and he could not move!
Mo Yu's left hand slowly moved forward.

Click! Click! Click!

The cracks spread at a visible speed, from his grotesque fist to his wrist, to his forearm, to his elbow—each inch of the spread was accompanied by the crisp sound of bones shattering!
"what!"

Even with Huang Qiu's unwavering resolve, he couldn't help but let out a piercing scream at this moment!

His right arm, the right arm that he had tempered for thousands of years, was now crumbling inch by inch!

Finally, Mo Yu let go.

Huang Qiu staggered backward, his right arm hanging limply, golden blood gushing out.

He knelt on one knee, panting heavily, his eyes filled with deep fear and awe.

Although the arm could be restored, the ancient and powerful body he had cultivated for thousands of years was broken at this moment.

All five attacks were neutralized!
All six Saint-level experts were injured!

Mo Yu remained standing with his hands behind his back, not even lifting the hem of his robe.

His right hand, holding the gun, hung limply, the tip of the gun touching the ground, emitting a soft hum.

Those eyes, containing an endless sea of ​​chaotic lightning, swept lightly over the six disheveled figures.

"Six people, six trump cards, and that's it?"

His voice remained calm, even tinged with a hint of languor, yet it sent a chill through the six Saint-level experts, sending a shiver from their feet straight to the top of their heads!

Fu Tu Xuan clutched his chest, his face ashen.

He stared intently at Mo Yu, his lips trembling, but no sound came out.

The wounds on Maha Tian's face were still bleeding, and his eyes held not only intense hatred but also an unconcealable, boundless fear.

Black Sky and Black Earth supported each other to keep from falling.

Their eyes were filled with deep awe and...despair.

Tai Ming Ancestor sat cross-legged on the ground, gazing at the Tai Ling Immortal Seal that had been utterly destroyed by Mo Yu, as if he had aged ten thousand years.

Huang Qiu remained frozen in place, his vertical pupils filled with endless fear and lingering apprehension. Mo Yu's physical strength had far surpassed his own!
At the corner of the palace, the powerful figures of the five ancient races were shocked and bewildered. They looked at Mo Yu, who seemed to be a sovereign, as if they were in a dream and felt deeply incredulous!

In response, Mo Yu merely raised his eyes and looked once more at the six disheveled figures.

"The Body of Endless Light, I am determined to have it today."

His voice was calm, yet it carried an undeniable air of dominance.

"Who else wants to stop me?" (End of Chapter)