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Mo Shou Tribe, Mo Li, leading the Mo Xing Army, slowly descended before their city's temple.
Patriarch Mo Shou, accompanied by two tribal Elders, came out to greet him.
"Brother Mo Li, what brings you here with such a large force?" Mo Shou was a man nearly four meters tall, like a small giant, with a lion's head on each shoulder.
He wore a braid with bells tied to it, jingling as he walked.
"I'm investigating the murderer who slaughtered several small tribes." Mo Li got straight to the point, without wasting words.
Mo Shou's eyes narrowed slightly: "This matter has been causing quite a stir recently, but why are you looking for the murderer here? Are you suspecting me?"
Mo Li shook his head and replied: "Another tribe was just wiped out, and your Mo Shou Tribe is the closest. I suspect that person might come to attack you."
Upon hearing this, Mo Shou's expression shifted from slight annoyance to solemnity. The ability to silently kill so many small tribes without leaving a single survivor proved the opponent's strength was formidable.
Although their Mo Shou Tribe was a medium-sized tribe, with far more people and strong individuals than the small tribes, they still dared not be careless when dealing with such a dangerous enemy.
"How many enemies are there?" Mo Shou asked.
"Not many, probably only one person, perhaps two, at most no more than three." Mo Li had investigated the scene more than a dozen times and deduced some basic information.
Just then, a person with rabbit ears ran over, shouting: "Patriarch, this is bad! A large-scale riot has suddenly broken out in the market in the north of the city. A group of people are indiscriminately killing everywhere."
"What?" Mo Shou's face changed. He pushed off with his right foot, stepping on the void, and quickly flew towards the north of the city.
Mo Li casually ordered: "Follow him."
He also leaped into the sky, closely following Mo Shou.
The others in the Mo Xing Army spread their wings and flew into the sky. With Dou Qi Wings superimposed on their wings, their speed was no slower than that of the two Dou Ancestor experts.
When Mo Shou and Mo Li arrived in the north of the city, they found that the entire street had completely descended into chaos.
Both sides of the battle were people from the Mo Shou Tribe, which left Mo Shou unsure how to handle the situation.
He let out an angry roar: "Stop! Who can tell me what's happening?"
The sound wave, like a lion's roar, spread out with the enhancement of Dou Qi.
As the sound rang out, some people paused their movements. However, their mutual killing showed no sign of stopping. Seizing this opening, they continued to attack, and many people were injured or died as a result.
Mo Shou's face was so gloomy it seemed water could drip from it.
Mo Li spoke from the side: "In the small tribes that were wiped out before, signs of internal conflict were also found. It is speculated that the attacker likely has the ability to control others or create illusions."
"Who? Get out here!" Mo Shou flew above the chaotic crowd and let out an angry shout.
"Patriarch!" a person with a nose like an elephant's suddenly shouted.
He seemed to want to say something but was punched in the chest by someone next to him. He spat blood and fell to the side, looking at Mo Shou in the sky, opening and closing his mouth, unable to make any sound.
Mo Shou had an impression of this person; he was the younger brother of someone in the temple's guard squad, who had failed the selection process back then.
His figure flickered, and he arrived beside this person, waving his sleeve to shake off the tribesman who had just injured the elephant-nosed man and was about to deliver a killing blow.
"Did you find anything?"
The elephant-nosed man's mouth suddenly curved into a smile, and a fatal sense of crisis flooded Mo Shou's heart.
A scorching and pure light burst forth, and terrifying power spread outwards with him as the center. Mo Shou only had time to make a simple defense before being engulfed by the explosion, like a small sun rising from the ground.
In the original work, Xiao Yan, at the peak of Dou King, used the secret technique Heavenly Flame Three Mysterious Transformations to elevate his strength to Dou Emperor, and defeated Yun Shan with the Buddha Fury Fire Lotus, composed of three Heavenly Flames: Azure Lotus Core Flame, Fallen Heart Flame, and Bone Spirit Cold Flame.
As a Dou Emperor, he used these three Heavenly Flames, plus the Life Transformation Flame, which was slightly less powerful than a Heavenly Flame, to severely injure Old Devil Di, who was a seven-star Dou Ancestor.
As a Dou Venerate, he used these three Heavenly Flames, plus the Three Thousand Yan Flame Fire, to form a complete four-color Heavenly Flame, defeating Gu Yao, the commander of the Gu Clan's Black Annihilation Army, whose cultivation was higher.
Although Xiao Yan's own level also continuously improved, the power of the Buddha Fury Fire Lotus was also beyond doubt.
The four-color Buddha Fury Fire Lotus, its power had already surpassed the Great Heaven Creation Palm, a Heaven-level low-grade Dou Technique!
In this explosion, Amon used five Heavenly Flames: Azure Lotus Core Flame, Fallen Heart Flame, Sea Heart Flame, Bone Spirit Cold Flame, and Space Fire. Although he controlled the energy output, greatly reducing its power, it was still not something a low-star Dou Ancestor could withstand.
Mo Shou died instantly on the spot without any resistance, turning into a charred corpse.
Seeing this, Mo Li's scalp tingled. He crushed the spatial jade slip without hesitation.
A dark crack appeared in mid-air, and Mo Yanzhong slowly walked out from it. The pressure of a Dou Venerate covered the city like an oppressive sky, making some weaker individuals' legs go soft.
Mo Li reported what had just happened to him with a panicked expression.
Mo Yanzhong looked calmly at the center of the explosion, next to Mo Shou's charred corpse, and softly said: "How long do you plan to hide? Such a small trick cannot deceive a Dou Venerate expert."
Silver-white flames suddenly appeared in the calm void. These flames burned a thin horizontal line, and the line suddenly expanded upwards and downwards, forming an elliptical opening.
Amon, dressed in a black classical robe and wearing a pointed soft hat, walked out. He adjusted the monocle on his right eye and casually threw Mo Shou's corpse into the spatial crack with his left hand.
He looked up at Mo Yanzhong, who was standing high in the sky, and chuckled: "I didn't expect to attract the Patriarch of the Mo Clan. You really think highly of me."
Mo Yanzhong's eyes gleamed with coldness as he spoke: "Just based on your ability to hide yourself in the spatial rift just now, there are few in the Mo Clan who can deal with you.
"Who are you? Why do you repeatedly offend my Mo Clan? I don't remember provoking you. Your style of action reminds me of the Soul Hall, but you seem even more ruthless."
Amon let out a sinister laugh: "That's because you don't quite understand our style yet. I can only say that what you encountered before wasn't ruthless enough."
He pulled out a ball of soul, the illusory soul body squeezed into a sphere, faintly revealing a painful and distorted face.
Almost simultaneously, screams rang out throughout the Mo Shou Tribe city. People dressed in black robes with the character "Soul" written on their clothes were killing everywhere.
Their strength varied, high and low, but without exception, they killed anyone they saw, causing widespread destruction.
Mo Yanzhong's eyes grew colder, but he ignored the Amons in the city, focusing intently on the one in front of him. He stretched out his right hand, and energy gathered, forming a hundred-zhang-large hand that reached for Amon. This hand was not like a human's palm, but more like a beast's claw.
Amon suddenly exploded, transforming into scattered silver flames burning in the surrounding space.
"Heavenly Flame?" Mo Yanzhong's eyes showed a hint of interest as he said: "Very good stuff. I'll gladly accept it."
His spirit power surged out, sweeping the surroundings.
He frowned slightly, and a hint of doubt flashed in his eyes. In his perception, the silver flames scattered throughout the sky and ground had identical auras; they all seemed to be the main body, yet none of them seemed to be.
After a brief thought, the giant energy hand reappeared, casually grabbing towards a place where the flames were denser.
When the flames touched the giant hand, they extinguished one after another.
After several attempts, almost all of the silver flames had been extinguished, but Amon's main body still did not appear.
This made Mo Yanzhong's face darken a few shades. In their earlier exchange, he found that the opponent was actually not strong, or rather, very weak. It was just that the silver flame was quite peculiar; it could scorch space, allowing him, as a Dou Emperor, to use some spatial techniques that only a Dou Venerate could master.
Mo Yanzhong was not a newly advanced Dou Venerate; his mastery of space was not low. Amon's forced use of spatial abilities was like child's play in front of him, easily shattered.
He hadn't even taken it seriously, just casually attacked, and Amon, who only had Dou Emperor strength, had no power to resist.
But the problem was, after Amon exploded into silver flames, Mo Yanzhong couldn't find where Amon was!
Extinguishing the last silver flame, Mo Yanzhong said with a hint of anger: "Damn it, I've been played."
He attacked in anger, and black dots appeared in his palm. These dots flew from his palm, rushed into the sky, and transformed into black spheres.
The spheres fell like raindrops, accurately hitting the Amons causing destruction in the city, smashing them into puddles of flesh and mud.
Mo Yanzhong thought he had been played, that a Dou Emperor had escaped from under his nose using some unknown method, but in reality, he had already killed all the Amons here.
The reason he felt that every silver flame scattered around had the same aura, making it impossible to distinguish the main body, was because Amon had activated his innate ability "Split." He transformed from a whole into scattered, weak flames.
This could effectively increase Mo Yanzhong's number of attacks and buy time.
Mo Yanzhong's face suddenly changed drastically. His jade slip in the Mo Clan's territory had been activated.
He suddenly reached out and grabbed the space next to him, then waved his hand, forming a temporary spatial passage, and stepped into it.
When he returned to the clan territory, he saw a scene of devastation. Most of the entire city where the clan territory was located had been destroyed, and the center had been razed to the ground, with large areas of soil crystallized due to high temperatures, emitting swirling hot steam.
"What happened?" he said through gritted teeth.
An old man, missing an arm and with half his body charred, slowly walked over. His voice was hoarse and bitter as he said:
"Unclear. There was a sudden huge explosion. We didn't even see who the enemy was or how many there were."
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