Chapter 774: Seventh-Grade Sovereign, One Punch That Shakes Heaven and Earth
Rumble!
The shadow of the Self-Sacrifice Demon Fist hovered less than fifty meters from the five, blotting out the sky like an impending apocalypse.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
The divine beast forms shielding Mang Lie, Han Yue, and Ran Ben shattered one after another under the crushing force, exploding with a dull thunderclap.
Pfft!
All three spat blood simultaneously, their faces turning deathly pale as their auras collapsed.
"Damn it, I forfeit!" Ran Ben gasped, voice hoarse as his body trembled. The oppressive weight threatened to crush him completely. Gritting his teeth, he roared his surrender. One more second, and he was certain he'd die here.
No matter how tempting the inheritance might be, what use was it to the dead?
Buzz!
As soon as Ran Ben gave up, light flared around him, and his figure vanished—ejected from the tower.
Moments later, Mang Lie and Han Yue, faces twisted in struggle, also succumbed to despair. With bitter reluctance, they too chose to quit.
Buzz, buzz!
Two more flashes of light—both vanished.
Only Mo Yu and Cai Lin remained.
But the nine-colored barrier protecting Cai Lin was rapidly crumbling. She looked toward Mo Yu still standing beneath the storm, her brows furrowing gently before she sighed.
"Mo Yu, this is as far as I can go. The rest is up to you."
Her voice faded as she disappeared in a swirl of light.
Now, only Mo Yu remained.
He stood drenched in blood, his body more crimson than human; yet his stance did not falter.
The pressure of the descending fist was monstrous, pressing upon him as though he stood beneath the boundless weight of the ocean floor.
But instead of despair, determination ignited in Mo Yu's scarlet eyes. Though perilous, this was—without question—an opportunity.
The perfect chance to break through to Seventh-Grade Sovereign!
Every true advancement required standing on the brink of death. And this moment—this madness—was ideal.
"Right here… I'll break through!"
His voice was hoarse but resolute.
In the next instant, his energy surged violently like a volcano erupting. Spiritual power within his Supreme Sea soared skyward, clawing toward the Seventh-Grade boundary.
He had long been at the pinnacle of Sixth-Grade Sovereign. Moreover, his true body had poured millions of drops of Sovereign Essence Fluid into him earlier—far more energy than he could have fully refined at the time.
That unused essence still slumbered in his veins, waiting.
Now, under the crushing might of the Self-Sacrifice Demon Fist, he could finally ignite it all—burn away the shackles, and ascend.
His aura erupted like a dam breaking, rising higher and higher.
As the colossal fist came crashing down, a fierce gleam flared in Mo Yu's eyes—accompanied by the unmistakable pulse of energy from a new realm.
His cultivation had leapt into Seventh-Grade Sovereign!
"The Self-Sacrifice Demon Fist..." he murmured solemnly. "To earn its inheritance, one must show the will to abandon even life and body!"
There was no time to celebrate. The blood-red fist shadow descended with unstoppable fury. Yet Mo Yu lifted his head calmly, eyes clear, face steady, meeting death unflinching.
Boom!
The titanic crimson fist smashed onto Mo Yu's body. The ground split apart as shockwaves razed the land, tearing heaven and earth to shreds.
Outside the tower, that apocalyptic eruption was the last thing anyone saw before the vision collapsed—the light screen shaking violently, then fracturing into nothingness.
Silence fell across the entire area.
Cai Lin's beautiful eyes lingered on the now-faded screen, her lips pressing tightly together. Even outside the tower, she could still feel the destructive power of that punch.
But she knew Mo Yu. And if anyone could survive such annihilation—it would be him.
Around them, other clan powerhouses shook their heads. Some sighed in pity, others smirked in scorn, their gazes darting toward the Swallowing Python Clan.
Ran Qing of the Crimson Python Clan blinked in surprise before her lips curved into a malicious smirk. However dazzling Mo Yu's feats had been, his recklessness at the end had doomed him.
What good was brilliance if the man was dead?
Ran Ben too was stunned at first, then broke into a low, cruel laugh.
"The fool really died? That pest who humiliated me again and again?"
His laughter barely left his mouth before a killing gaze sliced across the field like a blade.
He looked up—and froze as Cai Lin's icy eyes fixed on him.
"Say another word," she said softly, "and I'll make you pay with your life."
Ran Ben's expression darkened, rage flaring, yet he hesitated. After witnessing Cai Lin's strength within the tower, even he dared not act without thought.
"Heh, looks like your Swallowing Python Clan has made plenty of enemies," sneered a voice then. "In that case, the Thunder Serpent Clan must also settle our debts."
From afar, Zhu Gang of the Thunder Serpents rose from his recovering state, a sinister glint in his eyes.
He hadn't forgotten the humiliation of being forced out of the tower by Mo Yu—since Mo Yu was dead, he would take revenge on Cai Lin and her kin instead.
Cai Lin's face turned frosty. Mang Lie and Mang Yu stepped beside her, surging with spiritual light, ready for battle.
"With Mo Yu gone, you insects think you can crawl from your holes?" Cai Lin said coldly, her enchanting eyes sharp as blades.
Ran Ben chuckled darkly. "Winners rule, losers crawl. Believe what you want—but today marks the Swallowing Python Clan's end."
"Is that so?"
A faint, calm voice drifted across the air.
At the sound, Ran Ben froze. The world seemed to still.
Everyone turned toward the ancient tower.
Light exploded outward, cascading in waves. From within, a lone silhouette stepped slowly onto the stone platform, cloaked in lingering mist.
A tall young man—his black gaze cold as night—looked straight at Ran Ben. A shadow of cruel amusement tugged at his mouth.
It was Mo Yu.
The murmurs died.
Every powerhouse present went deathly still. Eyes widened in disbelief, breath caught in their throats.
He had emerged alive.
"You… you're still alive?!" Ran Ben stammered. Even his composure shattered, his voice trembling.
"Thanks to your concern," Mo Yu said, smiling coldly, "I'm doing perfectly well."
Ran Ben's expression wavered—half dismay, half fury.
Not far away, Zhu Gang's face twisted, his vindictive smile freezing in shock. He turned pale, steps faltering as though seeing a ghost.
"Killed me once, did you?" Mo Yu's gaze drifted to him like the edge of a blade. "I spared your life before. And now you dare stand before me again?"
Zhu Gang trembled, speechless.
Mo Yu's eyes shifted to Ran Ben. "I'm short on time. I'll give you both one chance—come together. If you can defeat me, I'll let it end here."
Ran Ben blinked in disbelief, then burst into mocking laughter. "Such arrogance!"
Even if Mo Yu had survived, in his eyes the man could never stand against both him and Zhu Gang.
"Fine!"
The two exchanged a look. Nodding grimly, they stepped forward in unison, spiritual power roaring from their bodies as they locked murderous gazes on Mo Yu.
Around them, onlookers exchanged uncertain looks. One man challenging both Ran Ben and Zhu Gang—this was madness. The two were top-tier Seventh-Grade Sovereigns, each terrifying in their own right. Together, even an Eighth-Grade expert might struggle!
Mo Yu's expression didn't waver. "Are you ready to meet your end?"
Hearing these words, Ran Ben and Zhu Gang sneered, eyes gleaming coldly.
"Do it!"
Zhu Gang roared. Thunder cracked as luminous symbols flashed across his arms. With a violent seal motion, endless lightning burst from his body, forming visible arcs that rippled across the air.
Each strand of lightning was sharpened to a deadly degree, culminations of heaven's fury itself.
The bolts converged, forming a colossal serpent of lightning—vast as a mountain, writhing in midair, its arrival shaking heaven and earth.
"'World-Ending Thunder Serpent!' That's his perfected divine art!" gasped a watching cultivator.
At the same time, Ran Ben shouted. Flames blazed across his body as a massive crimson python spiraled above him, radiating searing heat that dwarfed Zhu Gang's lightning.
"It's the 'Burning Heaven Python Annihilation'—another perfected god-tier technique!"
Gasps spread through the crowd. "Two perfected divine arts together… even an Eighth-Grade Sovereign wouldn't survive that!"
Thunder boomed. Fire roared.
Floating high above, Ran Ben and Zhu Gang shared a cruel smile—and struck simultaneously.
"World-Ending Thunder Serpent!"
"Burning Heaven Python Annihilation!"
Crack!
Lightning and fire roared together, engulfing the sky. The combined might was apocalyptic, descending upon Mo Yu like judgment itself.
The other prodigies watching fled back in terror, unwilling to be caught by the blast.
Amid the roaring flame and thunder, a lone figure stood motionless, small beneath the shadow of destruction.
Mo Yu looked up calmly. His eyes closed briefly, then opened—glinting purple-gold.
Radiance surged along his arms. Then, with no visible buildup, he struck.
One punch.
No spiritual power, no technique—just pure strength, blazing purple-gold as a faint echo of an ape's roar rippled through the air.
Cracks spiderwebbed across space itself before the punch even connected. The force made those watching tremble uncontrollably.
Boom!
The purple-gold fist smashed into the thunder serpent and flame python.
The world shook.
For a single frozen moment, everything stopped—then the massive beasts exploded into fragments.
Flames and lightning scattered like dust. The two supposedly unbeatable divine arts disintegrated before all eyes.
In the next breath, Mo Yu's body flickered—disappearing.
A heartbeat later, he stood before his two stunned opponents. His fists struck like twin meteors, each crashing directly into their chests.
A thunderous impact sounded.
Their bodies shot backward like broken arrows, smashing through walls and ruins, leaving a scorched trench stretching hundreds of meters across the ground.
Then, silence returned.
Around the tower, none dared breathe.
The air stood still as the truth sank in—
With a single punch, Mo Yu had shaken heaven and earth.
(END CHAPTER)
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