Chapter 119: Annihilation

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In less than half a minute, over ten bodies lay lifeless on the floor of the hall. The atmosphere immediately grew eerie, and a chilling air enveloped the room, making everyone too afraid to even breathe loudly. 

Seeing the sudden defeat of more than a dozen Mo Clan experts, both Nalan Yanran and Ge Ye on the high platform inhaled sharply. 

The soul technique, with its strange and unpredictable attacks, was something rarely seen even in Central Plains, aside from the Pill Tower. As for a remote place like the Jia Ma Empire, most had never even heard of it. Mo Yu's display of this technique shocked them deeply. 

Among those slain were three low-level Da Dou Shi and a dozen Dou Shi. To have them all fall at the hands of a mere youth in a single move was an astonishing feat. If word of this spread, Mo Yu's name would quickly become known throughout the Jia Ma Empire. 

Staring in shock at the youth in the arena, curiosity flickered in Nalan Yanran's beautiful eyes. However, as her gaze unintentionally swept across the boy, she noticed a familiar pale blue glow beneath his loosened robes, causing her body to suddenly stiffen in disbelief. 

"The Sea Heart Armor!?" 

Seeing the inner armor that belonged to her master on this unfamiliar youth, Nalan Yanran covered her mouth in surprise. 

Now she finally understood why she had felt a sense of familiarity toward the boy—it was due to the Sea Heart Armor. 

Biting her red lips, Nalan Yanran's eyes filled with complex emotions as she gazed at the boy standing tall in the arena. 

The Sea Heart Armor was her master's personal inner armor. Even she had only glimpsed it a few times and had never been allowed to wear it. Yet now, it appeared on this boy. The implications were undeniable. 

She suddenly realized why her master had severed ties between the Yun Lan Sect and the Mo Clan—likely to help Mo Yu take revenge on the Mo Clan. 

Considering the purpose of her visit, Nalan Yanran found that she had already gotten her answer. However, she still couldn't understand why her always graceful and calm master had become involved with Mo Yu. 

For a moment, Nalan Yanran's mind was in turmoil... 

Meanwhile, in the arena, after a round of attacks left over ten corpses on the ground, the remaining Mo Clan members were panicked and retreated hastily. No matter how furiously Mo Lan shouted, they were too terrified to step back into Mo Yu's attack range. 

On the other hand, the Ye Clan members, seeing this, were filled with renewed morale and began pushing the Mo Clan back, winning ground with each attack. 

The smaller factions that had once had good relations with the Mo Clan and had considered joining the Mo Alliance now abandoned the idea of aiding the Mo Clan. 

With the current assault, it seemed unlikely that the Mo Clan would survive the combined attacks of the Ye Clan and Mo Yu. After this battle, the eastern forces were bound to experience a massive reshuffling of power, with the Ye Clan undoubtedly gaining a significant boost. 

While the forces of the Mo and Ye clans were locked in a fierce battle, outside the hall, the highest combatants of both sides had also reached a boiling point. 

Even though Mo Cheng was a seasoned Dou Ling with ample combat experience, under the combined assault of Ye Fan and Zi Huo, he was gradually losing ground. 

"If you want to kill me, I'll make sure you leave with scars!" 

Mo Cheng sneered viciously. Suddenly, he hunched over, and with a violent shake of his left arm, a surge of fierce force exploded from it, shattering his sleeve. Exposed to the air, his arm bulged with veins like writhing snakes, and his palm grew significantly larger, his fingernails extending half an inch and turning an ominous black. 

Mo Cheng's arm had completely deviated from normal human appearance, resembling more the limb of a magical beast. 

A faint red hue slowly spread across the arm. Moments later, the entire limb turned bright red, as if it were a flaming arm. 

"Mountain Breaking Arm? The Grand Elder actually grafted the forelimb of a fifth-tier beast, the Flaming Mountain Breaking Rhinoceros, onto his body?" The core members of the Mo Clan exclaimed in shock as they saw Mo Cheng's arm becoming enormous. 

"Die!" 

Mo Cheng glared venomously at Mo Yu, stepping heavily onto the pillar behind him. With a bend of his knee, his body shot forward like a cannonball, abandoning Ye Fan and charging directly at Mo Yu! 

As he charged, his massive hand dragged across the ground, his sharp fingers gouging five deep trenches into the stone floor. 

The terrifying display of strength caused the faces of everyone in the hall to change. Though they had heard of the Mo Clan's ability to graft magical beast limbs onto human bodies, they had never witnessed firsthand how much power this transformation granted. 

Standing in place, Mo Yu looked at the red-eyed Mo Cheng, whose pupils were filled with blood. He chuckled coldly, "Your futile struggle won't change anything. The Mo Clan, which has stood in the east for decades, is about to be annihilated. It must be painful, huh?" 

"You brat, if you want revenge, go to hell!" 

With a ferocious expression, Mo Cheng stomped hard on the ground, his body shooting toward Mo Yu's head. His massive hand swung down with incredible force, the terrifying momentum causing the air to screech under the pressure. 

Seeing Mo Cheng's attack coming, Mo Yu remained unfazed and quietly said, "Zi Huo." 

As soon as Mo Yu's words fell, Zi Huo roared angrily, its enormous mouth letting out a low growl that echoed throughout the Mo Clan fortress. 

As the lion's roar resounded, the purple crystal on its body glowed intensely. In the blink of an eye, a surge of purple flames erupted from its body. The fire swirled violently before converging into a massive purple pillar of flame that shot straight into the sky, the scorching heat causing everyone in the hall to break out in sweat. 

Having successfully advanced and absorbed two bottles of accompanying purple crystal source, Zi Huo's purple flames had grown even more terrifying, now possessing a faint trace of the might of a lion king. 

"What a terrifying display," the crowd wiped the sweat from their foreheads, staring in awe at the immense pillar of flame. 

Seeing Mo Cheng targeting Mo Yu, Ye Fan, who was about to raise his sword to intervene, stopped in his tracks after sensing Zi Huo's protective stance. 

Meanwhile, doubt appeared on Ye Fan's aged face. This fourth-tier magical beast had only just broken through, so how could it possess such overwhelming power? 

"Roar!" 

On the other side, as Mo Cheng launched his sneak attack on his master, Zi Huo let out a furious roar. With a flap of its wings, the enormous pillar of purple fire shot out, colliding with Mo Cheng. 

Sensing the danger, Mo Cheng immediately withdrew his attack on Mo Yu and hastily used his beastly arm to defend himself. 

"Boom!" 

A thunderous explosion echoed through the Mo Clan fortress. 

The fifth-tier beast limb and the purple fire column clashed violently, unleashing terrifying energy that ravaged the hall. 

After several minutes of stalemate, the purple fire column finally dissipated due to energy exhaustion. 

Mo Cheng's face turned pale from the impact. 

Though the fire column had been powerful, Mo Cheng took some comfort in the strength of his grafted magical beast limb. Just as he was about to breathe a sigh of relief, a sense of danger filled his heart once more. 

In the next moment, a streak of white sword light flashed before him. The speed was so swift that under normal circumstances, he could have dodged it, but in his injured state and with the beast limb affecting his reflexes, he was struck by the sword light. 

In the blink of an eye, the white sword light slashed across his neck as if it were a gentle breeze. Yet, in the next moment, a spray of blood gushed from his throat, and within seconds, Mo Cheng fell lifeless to the ground. 

Sixfold Grand Void Sword, Ye Fan's killing move! 

Looking at the old man who had just wiped his sword clean, Mo Yu smirked. "You really like stealing the final blow, don't you?" 

Besides Mo Yu, the one most eager to see Mo Cheng dead was Ye Fan. 

Although there was no deep grudge between them, with the blood feud between the Ye and Mo clans, the Ye family could not rest easy as long as the Mo Clan survived. 

Seeing the opportunity, Ye Fan had decisively ended Mo Cheng's life. With him dead, the remaining matters would be much easier to handle. 

Indeed, upon seeing their Grand Elder fall, the Mo Clan disciples stared wide-eyed in disbelief. 

The once high-spirited Mo Clan members were now without the will to fight, their faces filled with terror as if their world had ended. 

Mo Cheng, the Mo Clan's greatest warrior and pillar of support, was now dead. Without him, the Mo Clan was doomed. 

The other forces in the hall gulped nervously. Just minutes ago, the Mo Clan had been scheming to unify the northeastern provinces of the Jia Ma Empire. Yet now, in less than fifteen minutes, even their Grand Elder had been slain. The sudden shift from grand ambition to utter destruction left everyone feeling as if they were living in a dream. 

No matter how surreal it felt, the cruel truth before everyone was undeniable—the Mo Clan, once the most powerful family in the northeastern region, was about to disappear from everyone's sight. 

And the person responsible for all of this was a young man under the age of twenty. 

Mo Lan, the head of the Mo Clan, watched this scene unfold and stopped his confrontation with Ye Cong. His face aged several years in an instant. 

He glared viciously at Mo Yu, not understanding how this bastard child, who had been abandoned outside the clan, had grown so powerful and even allied with the Ye Clan to destroy the Mo Clan. 

If he had known, he would have killed him early on! 

Noticing Mo Lan's sinister gaze, Mo Yu sneered, "The Mo Clan of Yan City may be the number one family in the East, but in my eyes, you're nothing more than frogs at the bottom of a well. You should never have killed my father, causing my grandfather such grief. And you certainly shouldn't have tried to assassinate me, showing the depth of your stupidity." 

"Now, ashes to ashes, dust to dust. From this day forward, the Jia Ma Empire will have no more Mo Clan!" 

Hearing Mo Yu's declaration, Mo Lan felt a deep sense of dread, even though he had anticipated this outcome. Could it be that the family he had poured decades of his life into was about to vanish? 

"Master Ye Fan, Clan Leader Ye, the Mo Clan is willing to pledge loyalty to your family. I only ask that you spare a sliver of our bloodline," Mo Lan, now desperate, turned his pleading gaze to Ye Fan and Ye Cong. 

A shrewd man, Mo Lan had deduced that the Ye Clan's assistance to Mo Yu must have some ulterior motive. Although Mo Cheng was dead, the Mo Clan, as the top family in the East, had deep roots. If the Ye Clan could absorb and integrate their resources, their strength would double. 

As long as they could preserve a remnant of their strength, pledging loyalty to the Ye Clan might allow them a chance to rise again. 

Ye Cong's eyes flashed with interest. The attack on the Mo Clan today had cost them a number of elite forces. If they could subdue the remaining Mo Clan experts, it would undoubtedly strengthen the Ye Clan. 

Just as Ye Cong was considering this, Ye Fan's old eyes narrowed slightly. Without waiting for Mo Lan to continue, his Sixfold Grand Void Sword flashed, and with a single sword light, he slashed Mo Lan's throat. 

As an experienced veteran, Ye Fan understood the importance of eliminating threats at their roots. After this battle, there would be no reconciling the blood feud between the Ye and Mo Clans. Subduing them would only raise a hidden danger for the future. 

Furthermore, sparing the Mo Clan would mean going against Mo Yu. Ye Fan saw through Mo Lan's veiled attempt to sow discord, so before the man could say another word, he silenced him with a single slash. 

Seeing his clan's elder act decisively, Ye Cong was momentarily stunned, but he quickly realized the folly of trying to subdue the Mo Clan's experts. 

"Heh, both Mo Cheng and Mo Lan have been slain by Grand Elder Ye. I must thank you for that," Mo Yu chuckled lightly, unsurprised by Ye Fan's swift and merciless actions. 

Ye Fan waved his hand dismissively, saying, "It's all thanks to your magic beast. Otherwise, even this old man might not have been a match for Mo Cheng." 

The battle power of Mo Yu's Zi Huo was something even Ye Fan didn't dare underestimate. The fire pillar had made him feel the threat of death. 

As the two men chatted idly, Ye Cong had already begun leading the Ye Clan experts to gradually take control of the Mo Clan fortress. With both Mo Cheng and Mo Lan dead, and with the help of Zi Huo, the Ye Clan steadily took over. 

Seeing this, the guests in the main hall felt like they were witnessing an unbelievable scene. They had come to celebrate the Mo Clan's anniversary, yet now, the Mo Clan was vanishing before their very eyes. 

But when a wall collapses, everyone pushes. With the Mo Clan's fall, the Ye Clan was clearly rising, so they began to fawn over Ye Fan. 

Some even tried to curry favor with Mo Yu, but the young man coldly refused them all. 

Standing on a high platform, watching the Mo Clan fortress burn in the aftermath of the battle, Mo Yu thought that perhaps the old man in Wutan City would be pleased to see all of this. 

As Mo Yu pondered this, Ye Zhen, the head of the Ye Clan guards, suddenly approached. 

"What is it?" Mo Yu asked as he noticed Ye Zhen, who should have been dealing with the remnants of the Mo Clan, walking towards him. 

"Master," Ye Zhen bowed respectfully, "There is a man from the Mo Clan named Mo Li who wishes to trade some information for his life." 

"Mo Li?" Mo Yu's lips curled into an amused smile as he thought of the young man who resembled him. "What valuable information does he have? Let's hear it." 

"Three days ago, the Mo Clan captured a young girl. It seems the entire Mo Clan leadership took great interest in her. The girl's name is Qing Lin..." 

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