BTTH : I am Thunder Emperor

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"Fire Yao Puppet?"

The crowd surrounding the battlefield gasped, their eyes widening in astonishment as they recognized the familiar figure standing before them. This wasn't their first time seeing a Fire Yao Puppet; just recently, the Di Yan Sect had used one to try to deal with Mo Yu.

However, that puppet, though powerful, had been mysteriously destroyed and rendered useless by Mo Yu.

No one expected that so soon after, another Fire Yao Puppet would make its appearance here. What's more, it bore a striking resemblance to the Di Yan Sect's previous puppet, as if cast from the same mold.

Could it be that this puppet was the very same one that once belonged to the Di Yan Sect?

This thought sent waves of shock and confusion rippling through the crowd.

Judging from the puppet's appearance, not only had Mo Yu successfully repaired it, but its power seemed to have surged significantly. In that previous clash, even the Gold and Silver Elders, experts on par with Dou Zongs, had been forced back!

"I told you, Black Alliance, that you're not qualified to destroy Yuan Manor," Mo Yu's slightly amused voice came from behind the fiery figure, as he stepped out and fixed his cold gaze on Han Feng.

Han Feng's expression darkened, a sinister smile playing at his lips. "I didn't expect you to possess a puppet of Dou Zong rank. I really underestimated you."

At his words, shock rippled through everyone present, including the Black Alliance members, the bystanders, and even the members of Yuan Manor. A Dou Zong-ranked puppet? How could that be possible?

Lin Yan and the others shot astonished looks at Mo Yu. Had he actually refined the Di Yan Sect's Fire Yao Puppet to Dou Zong level?

After their initial shock, a wave of relief washed over the crowd. Now that Yuan Manor also had a Dou Zong fighter, they might actually have a fighting chance against the Black Alliance.

"Kill them!"

Mo Yu's expression remained unchanged as he pointed at the Gold and Silver Elders, calmly giving his order.

As soon as his words fell, the Fire Yao Puppet stomped the ground and shot forward, leaving a red streak in its wake as it charged toward the Gold and Silver Elders.

Its purely physical speed created sonic booms along its path, leaving onlookers awestruck.

The Gold and Silver Elders felt a chill settle over them as the puppet approached. After their brief encounter, they had already sensed that its strength exceeded theirs, even working together.

Its body was terrifyingly resilient and impervious to pain. If they were to engage in a full battle, they knew that their chances were slim.

"This puppet is even more troublesome than Su Qian, the Grand Elder of Jia Nan Academy!"

"Han Feng, we'll hold back this puppet; you focus on killing Mo Yu! Once he's dead, the puppet will deactivate, and then we can claim this Dou Zong puppet for the Black Alliance!" the Gold and Silver Elders called out as they dodged.

Han Feng hesitated for a moment, then his eyes sparkled with barely concealed greed. A Dou Zong-level puppet would tremendously boost the Black Alliance's power! With it, he could dominate the entire Black-Corner Region.

"Don't worry, Elders. I don't need the Alliance Master's help; I'll kill the kid myself!" said Ban Lao, a Seven-Star Dou Huang elder standing beside Han Feng. Stepping forward with a slight chuckle, his powerful aura caused the sky to dim.

"Thank you, Ban Lao," Han Feng replied with a nod, relieved. Given Ban Lao's formidable strength, there was no doubt that he was more than capable of taking down Mo Yu.

As Han Feng turned his gaze back to Mo Yu, a sinister smile played across his face. "Let's see if anyone can save you now, kid. Don't tell me you have another high-ranked puppet hidden away?"

"Manor Lord Mo, forgive me, but for the sake of the Black Alliance, I must ask you to die!" Ban Lao's face turned dark as he sneered and launched himself toward Mo Yu.

Mo Yu narrowed his eyes, watching the wave of energy surging toward him, but he didn't move. Instead, he calmly lowered his hands.

"Hmph! If you want to harm our Manor Lord, you'll have to get past me first!"

A booming voice rang out from the Yuan Manor ranks as a towering figure stepped forward. Zi Huo's normally dull eyes suddenly blazed with a fierce, feral aura.

"Get lost!"

With a growl, Zi Huo threw a punch, clashing directly with Ban Lao.

As the city watched with bated breath, Zi Huo's fist met Ban Lao's head-on, their combined force shaking the ground.

"He's asking for death!" some onlookers scoffed. Ban Lao was a seasoned high-tier Dou Huang, vastly stronger than Yan, who was a low-tier Dou Huang.

If Zi Huo, the Hall Master of Yuan Manor's Lion Hall, thought he could defeat Ban Lao with mere Dou Wang strength, he was gravely mistaken.

However, just as the sneers faded, a booming shockwave rippled out from their point of impact, followed by a wave of energy that swept across the city.

The ground beneath their feet fractured, leaving arm-thick cracks in the stone.

The crowd was left stunned as they watched Ban Lao stagger back, his feet digging deep marks into the ground with each step.

"Impossible!"

The entire Mo City fell into stunned silence. As the dust settled, a towering figure stood motionless in front of Mo Yu, entirely unshaken by the impact.

The city fell silent, with every gaze fixed in shock on Zi Huo standing in front of Mo Yu.

This man not only defeated Yan but now seemed to hold his own against Ban Lao. Could it be that Ban Lao was also no match for him?

Han Feng's eyes narrowed as he watched this unfold, all traces of his mockery vanishing, replaced by a solemn gaze. A flicker of surprise crossed his eyes.

"This isn't right. He's not just at the peak of Dou Wang; he's halfway into Dou Huang!"

The realization made Han Feng's expression sink. In just a few days, Zi Huo had already touched upon Dou Huang's level.

The gap between Dou Wang and Dou Huang was enormous. If Zi Huo could defeat a Three-Star Dou Huang while still a Dou Wang, then as a quasi-Dou Huang, he might indeed be able to challenge Ban Lao.

Seeing the towering figure before him, Mo Yu's lips curved into a faint smile.

After the battle with Yan, Zi Huo had sensed a breakthrough, which surprised Mo Yu, reminding him of the power of the Abyssal Lion bloodline. After taking over Mo City and clearing out the remnants of the Di Yan Sect, Mo Yu had granted Zi Huo permission to enter seclusion.

If not for the Black Alliance's sudden intrusion, Zi Huo might have fully broken through to Dou Huang by now. But even so, his current quasi-Dou Huang strength was enough to challenge Ban Lao.

"No way!"

Ban Lao steadied himself, his face dark with fury. A seasoned powerhouse of the Black-Corner Region, Ban Lao found it hard to accept that he'd been pushed back by a junior.

A vicious gleam entered his eyes as his powerful Dou Qi surged. As the third seat of the Black Alliance, Ban Lao couldn't tolerate the thought of being bested by a mere hall master of Yuan Manor.

"Zi Huo, Hall Master of Lion Hall, today I'll show you the strength of a true Black-Corner Region powerhouse!"

Ban Lao's expression turned frighteningly dark as he took a single step forward, his body erupting with a brilliant gray light. His palm rotated, and the fierce, condensed dou qi formed rapidly, transforming into a colossal black mountain above him.

"Black Seal Crushing Mountain Claw!"

Having suffered earlier, Ban Lao didn't dare to underestimate his opponent. He immediately launched a deadly strike, directing the massive mountain of dou qi to slam down toward Zi Huo with terrifying momentum.

Seeing Ban Lao unleash his ultimate move, even the Black Alliance's elites were left stunned. They hadn't expected that this Zi Huo could warrant such cautious regard from a seasoned powerhouse like Ban Lao.

But as the devastating attack descended, Zi Huo calmly clenched his fist. His arm bulged, veins writhing like dragons beneath his skin, radiating a formidable and fearsome power.

With a single punch, he struck upward, meeting the mountain head-on.

Boom!

A thunderous roar echoed as the Black Seal Crushing Mountain Claw—infamous for claiming countless lives in the Black-Corner Region—was utterly obliterated by Zi Huo's punch.

Pfft!

The mountain of dou qi shattered, and Ban Lao's eyes filled with shock and disbelief. He could scarcely fathom the overwhelming strength that Zi Huo wielded.

Witnessing the aftermath, onlookers across Mo City drew sharp breaths. If the first clash could be dismissed as Ban Lao being caught off guard, no such excuse could be made now…

Their gazes shifted to the side, where the Golden and Silver Elders were also suppressed by the blazing might of the Fire Yao Puppet. Faces in the crowd reflected the shock and awe.

The Black Alliance might just have struck an immovable iron wall this time…

"Who is this kid? How could he command such terrifying strength and these powerful subordinates?" one of them muttered.

Watching Ban Lao and the Golden and Silver Elders trapped in fierce combat, Han Feng's eyes darkened.

Originally, with the Black Alliance's overwhelming power, Han Feng had believed that destroying Yuan Manor would be a simple task. But even before the battle had fully unfolded, two of the Black Alliance's strongest fighters were already locked in a stalemate with Yuan Manor's forces, leaving an unsettling feeling gnawing at him.

"Leader, let me handle it. There shouldn't be any other strong fighters in Yuan Manor; I will kill this brat myself!" Fan Lao, standing beside Han Feng, offered.

Han Feng narrowed his eyes at Mo Yu, who stood with a calm expression across the field. For some reason, he felt as if things were not as straightforward as they appeared.

This Yuan Manor felt like a deep, unfathomable abyss.

Yet, with the battle already underway, retreat was no longer an option. Turning back now would not only bring shame upon the Black Alliance across the Black-Corner Region but would also fracture their morale internally.

"Very well. I'll leave it to you, Elder Fan," Han Feng said coldly, glaring at Mo Yu.

"Rest assured, Leader!" Fan Lao replied with a face twisted in anger and bitterness, his gaze locked onto Mo Yu.

Xiao Yan was his sworn enemy, and as Xiao Yan's cousin, Mo Yu was a blood foe by association.

With a beat of his blood-colored wings, Fan Lao became a crimson blur as he charged toward Mo Yu. His hand filled with chilling blood-red dou qi, quickly forming a menacing spear.

"You brat, die! If I can't kill that wretched Xiao Yan myself, then taking your life will do!"

Fan Lao sneered, knowing Mo Yu's strength—merely a five-star Dou Wang. Though Mo Yu possessed some unique tricks, Fan Lao, as a four-star Dou Huang, was a full tier above him and killing him should be an effortless feat.

Swish!

With a sinister smile, Fan Lao's hand shook, and the blood-colored spear tore through the air like lightning, bringing with it a sharp, whistling wind as it shot toward Mo Yu, who remained motionless.

As he met Mo Yu's serene, deep silver gaze, Fan Lao paused momentarily, a hint of doubt flashing through his eyes.

Could it be that this brat had resigned himself to death?

"Fan Lao, don't you dare harm the Manor Lord!"

Just as the blood-colored spear was about to pierce Mo Yu, a loud voice resounded from the Yuan Manor ranks, instantly drawing everyone's attention. Confusion spread across the crowd's faces. Did Yuan Manor still have more hidden experts?

As their eyes shifted, they spotted a seemingly inconspicuous figure clad in a black robe. The figure took a step forward, exuding a terrifying aura. In the next moment, he appeared abruptly before Mo Yu, wielding a crimson broadsword, which he swung fiercely.

The air compressed into an invisible projectile, colliding directly with the blood-red spear.

Boom!

A muffled explosion sounded, as powerful waves of energy rippled through the space, shaking it slightly.

Fan Lao's eyes locked onto the black-robed figure who stood before Mo Yu with a venomous stare.

Recognizing the faintly familiar figure, Fan Lao's brows furrowed as a suspicion crept into his mind. His expression darkened. "Who are you?!"

The black-robed figure did not respond immediately but instead glanced back at Mo Yu, who nodded. Then, under the watchful gaze of the crowd, the figure raised his hand and slowly pulled down the hood covering his face.

As the figure's true face was revealed, the people from the Black Alliance and the onlookers in Mo City were left utterly stunned, jaws agape in disbelief.

Fan Lao's face paled. Gritting his teeth, he exclaimed in shock, "How could it be you, Yan! You actually joined forces with this little bastard!"

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