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Above the Myriad Weapons Golden Platform, an ethereal figure had appeared at some point—an astonishingly beautiful woman whose radiance eclipsed all others.
Her flawless face, now twisted with rage and frost, exuded a chilling air. She was clad in a luxurious crimson robe, its tight-fitting design accentuating her exquisite curves with an undeniable allure.
The hem of the robe revealed a glimpse of dazzlingly fair legs, while a silver belt cinched at her waist only further emphasized her slender and delicate frame.
This woman emanated an aura of enchanting seduction, her long, alluring phoenix eyes seemingly capable of stirring an uncontrollable fire within any man's heart, awakening the most primal of desires.
She was none other than Gongshu Qiu's daughter—Gongshu Ziran.
However, at this moment, the once-dazzling enchantress appeared utterly terrifying. Her expression was twisted into a grotesque mask of fury, her entire being radiating a sinister and chilling aura that sent shivers down the spine.
The sudden turn of events left the arena in hushed silence. The crowd exchanged bewildered glances, uncertain of what had just transpired.
From their perspective, Gongshu Qiu had brought this upon himself. His life had already been spared once, yet he still chose to launch a sneak attack. His fate was nothing short of deserved. Of course, though many shared this sentiment, none dared voice it aloud, wary of the Gongshu Clan's influence in Myriad Weapons Region.
What truly caught everyone off guard was the return of Gongshu Qiu's daughter—Gongshu Ziran, now a member of the Blood God Clan—at this pivotal moment. Not only had she arrived, but she had also witnessed her father's brutal death firsthand.
Murmurs spread among the spectators. Although combat within the dueling arena dictated that life and death were decreed by fate, and despite Gongshu Qiu's underhanded tactics, Gongshu Ziran hardly seemed the reasonable type.
This was bound to get interesting. Rumors suggested that Gongshu Ziran held significant status within the Blood God Clan. How would that silver-eyed youth respond to this crisis?
"Father!"
Gongshu Zan rushed onto the platform, cradling the lifeless body of Gongshu Qiu. His face contorted with fury as he glared at Mo Yu, his eyes brimming with venomous hatred.
"No matter who you are, the Gongshu Clan will never rest until you're dead!"
His venomous declaration sent ripples of tension across the arena.
Mo Yu, however, remained composed. His expression did not change as he replied indifferently, "By your logic, your father attempted to ambush me, yet my retaliation makes me the guilty party? If I hadn't reacted in time, do you think my fate would have been any different from his?"
"I don't care about any of that! You killed my father—this is a blood feud! Only your life can atone for it!" Gongshu Zan snarled, his face contorted in rage.
Mo Yu sneered.
Seeing the utter disregard on Mo Yu's face, Gongshu Zan became even more unhinged. Desperately, he turned to the crimson-robed woman in the sky, dropping to his knees with a heavy thud as tears streamed down his face.
"Sister! I beg you—avenge our father!"
His grief-stricken plea echoed throughout the silent arena.
Gongshu Ziran, regaining her composure, descended beside Gongshu Qiu's corpse. Her beautiful eyes, burning with fury, slowly closed his unseeing gaze. Then, she turned to Gongshu Zan, her voice razor-sharp and laced with venom.
"Rest assured, little brother. I will avenge Father. Anyone who dares to harm my Gongshu Clan—I will make sure they die without a burial place!"
With that, she turned, her furious gaze locking onto Mo Yu with an intensity that could melt steel.
This duel had been decades in the making—a grand scheme orchestrated by the Gongshu Clan to seize control of the Yuchang Clan. Gongshu Ziran had even sacrificed her own dignity, marrying a man she despised—a greedy, lustful beast—all to further her father's ambitions.
She had returned today to witness the glorious moment of their triumph, expecting to bask in the victory she had helped secure from the shadows.
Failure had never been a possibility in her mind. With her assistance, her father's power as an eighth-grade Supreme, combined with the ace of a Heaven-grade advanced spirit array, what could the Yuchang Clan possibly do to turn the tables?
Yet, reality had delivered a cruel slap to her face. She had returned not to witness her clan's victory but to watch her father die right before her eyes.
The sheer devastation shattered her very soul. Her years of enduring humiliation, of forcing herself to serve that repulsive man—all of it had become meaningless.
At this moment, Gongshu Ziran cared about nothing else. All she wanted was to kill the man before her, even if it meant her own death.
"You misunderstand, Ziran," a voice interjected.
From the high platform, members of the Yuchang Clan descended one by one, surrounding Mo Yu protectively.
"Ziran, your father had already admitted defeat. And yet, before the eyes of all present, he attempted to assassinate Mo Yu. In the end, Mo Yu's superior skill resulted in your father's demise.
It is regretful, yes, but the Myriad Weapons Golden Platform is a battlefield where life and death are dictated by fate. I hope you can find it in yourself to accept this," Yuchang Yuan said earnestly.
He knew that women, especially those fueled by hatred, were rarely reasonable. This was, after all, a father's murder, and Mo Yu had fought for the Yuchang Clan. As such, Yuchang Yuan could not stand idly by.
However, Gongshu Ziran's face only grew more twisted with rage. Her beautiful eyes flashed with icy malice as her sharp, venomous voice rang out.
"I don't care! He killed my father! The Gongshu Clan will never let this go! Are you really willing to risk war over an outsider, Yuchang Clan?"
Yuchang Yuan's expression darkened. His gaze locked onto Gongshu Ziran as his voice rang out, firm and unyielding.
"Mo Yu was invited by the Yuchang Clan. If we were to discard him after he fought for us, who would ever dare stand by us in the future? If you wish to threaten us with war, then hear me now—Mo Yu is under the protection of the Yuchang Clan!
Furthermore, from this day forward, I officially declare that Mo Yu shall hold the esteemed position of our Grand Elder!"
For the sake of an outsider, the Yuchang Clan was going to war with the Gongshu Clan. Regardless of the pros and cons, the Yuchang Clan had to take a stand. If they showed even the slightest hesitation at such a moment, their reputation would be utterly ruined, and in the future, they would have no place in the Myriad Weapons Region.
Yuchang Yuan understood this point very clearly. Thus, his words were sharp and decisive, without the slightest hesitation.
As for announcing Mo Yu as the Grand Elder of the Yuchang Clan, that had already been agreed upon earlier. This was simply the perfect opportunity to make it official.
Yuchang Yuan's words were not without effect. As soon as he finished speaking, the area surrounding the Myriad Weapons Golden Platform erupted in cheers.
Seeing Yuchang Yuan's aggressive stance, Gongshu Ziran's beautiful face turned extremely grim. Although her words had been harsh, today's events were not in the Gongshu Clan's favor. However, there was no way she could simply swallow her father's death without retaliation.
"Sister, he…" Gongshu Zan, who stood beside her, wanted to say something, but Gongshu Ziran stopped him. She then turned her gaze toward an elder in a blood-red robe sitting in the audience and said in a deep voice, "Steward Yun, my father was killed by this criminal. What is your opinion on this matter?"
As her voice fell, the crowd followed her gaze and looked at the blood-robed elder, who had remained silent the entire time.
Although they were not entirely sure of this man's identity, from Gongshu Ziran's form of address, they could deduce that he was a powerful figure from the Blood God Clan.
The Blood God Clan was one of the Four Great God Clans of the Western Heaven Continent, a force revered by many factions. Though the elder seemed unremarkable, his presence was like that of an envoy from the Upper Realm—impossible to ignore.
When Yuchang Yuan saw that Gongshu Ziran was appealing to a Blood God Clan elder, his expression subtly changed. He dared to oppose the Gongshu Clan, but when it came to the behemoth that was the Blood God Clan, he wouldn't even dare to breathe too loudly.
"The Yuchang Clan… truly has some nerve."
As Yuchang Yuan's expression fluctuated, a faint and aged voice rang out. The blood-robed elder had somehow appeared in the center of the arena.
When Yuchang Yuan and the others swept their gazes over the elder and sensed his aura—one even deeper than Gongshu Qiu's—their faces changed slightly.
"A lord from the Blood God Clan?"
The Blood God Clan, being one of the Four Great God Clans of the Western Heaven Continent, was known for its overwhelming strength and unreasonable ways. Its people were arrogant, making those with insight secretly uneasy.
"May I ask for the esteemed lord's name?" Yuchang Yuan cupped his hands respectfully.
"Under the command of the Elder Xue Yi, I am Xue Yun." The blood-robed elder lifted his eyes slightly, his tone still indifferent.
"Xue Yun? The one known as the strongest under the Elder Xue Yi, a Ninth Grade Supreme?" Yuchang Yuan's heart tightened upon hearing this, and he quickly spoke again.
"Haha, the Yuchang Clan certainly knows quite a bit about my Blood God Clan." Xue Yun chuckled.
"Lord Xue Yun must be joking. Your reputation in the Western Heaven Continent is unparalleled. How could I not have heard of you?" Yuchang Yuan smiled and then cautiously probed, "My lord, regarding today's incident, it is indeed true that Mr. Mo Yu's attack was too heavy. However, in a competition, weapons have no eyes, and casualties are to be expected."
Xue Yun waved his hand, cutting Yuchang Yuan off. He glanced at Mo Yu, who had remained expressionless the entire time, and slowly said,
"I have no interest in the ins and outs of this matter, nor do I particularly care about Gongshu Qiu's death. However, since the deceased was the father of Lady Ziran, I am obligated to address it."
"Let's do this—Mr. Mo Yu, please come with me to the Blood God Clan. If you can earn the forgiveness of the Elder Xue Yi, then we can let this matter go. What do you think?"
After speaking, Xue Yun looked at Mo Yu, then turned his gaze toward Gongshu Ziran, his tone remaining indifferent.
Even Xue Yun himself had found Mo Yu's strength unfathomable, making him reluctant to become enemies over someone unrelated to the Blood God Clan.
If not for the fact that Gongshu Ziran was currently favored by the Elder Xue Yi, he wouldn't have bothered to intervene at all.
Meanwhile, upon hearing this, Gongshu Ziran's brows furrowed. She naturally could not accept this outcome—what she wanted was for Mo Yu to pay with his life, not merely to apologize.
However, despite being the legitimate wife of the Elder Xue Yi, she held very little real power and was in no position to command Xue Yun.
She gritted her teeth, prepared to accept the arrangement for now and try to influence the Elder Xue Yi later.
But just as she was about to agree, Mo Yu frowned slightly and said indifferently, "No need. I have no time to visit the Blood God Clan."
To Mo Yu, Gongshu Qiu was nothing more than a minor character—someone he had killed and moved on from. The notion of going to apologize was laughable.
As the renowned Thunder Emperor of the Dou Qi Continent, how could he possibly bow down for such a trivial matter?
Forget the Blood God Clan—even the Five Ancient Clans of the Great Thousand World weren't qualified to make him yield!
As Mo Yu sneered inwardly, his words caused an uproar among the surrounding crowd. No one had expected him to outright refuse Xue Yun.
After all, Xue Yun stood under the notoriously ruthless Blood God Clan.
Seeing this, Xue Yun's expression darkened. He had only shown Mo Yu some respect because of his strength. If it had been anyone else, he would have already captured them and demanded punishment.
Regardless, Gongshu Qiu had been under the Blood God Clan's protection, and Mo Yu's blatant defiance was a direct insult.
But just as Xue Yun was suppressing his rising fury, Gongshu Ziran's eyes lit up with venomous excitement. She immediately fanned the flames, her voice sharp and accusing:
"Steward Xue Yun! This man is arrogant and ruthless! Not only did he kill my father, but he also disrespects the Blood God Clan! I suggest we execute him on the spot!"
Xue Yun furrowed his brows slightly before fixing his gaze on Mo Yu and speaking in a cold tone:
"You are certain you will not come with me to the Blood God Clan?"
Mo Yu suddenly chuckled, shaking his head. His tone remained as indifferent as ever.
"I'm not interested. So I won't go."
Xue Yun nodded slightly, but his eyes surged with killing intent.
"Then you leave me no choice—I will personally take you back."
Mo Yu slowly raised his head. His handsome face bore a hint of disdain as he spoke with casual confidence.
"Honestly? With your strength as a Ninth Grade Supreme, you're not qualified."
"If you want to deal with me, have your superiors come—the Elder Xue Yi, or even Xue Lingzi himself."
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