Chapter 391 – The Power of the Ultimate Skill! The Child Who Found the Forbidden Tree Branch

“Rip-“

The moment the silver-haired man made his move, it seemed as if a strikingly brilliant lightning bolt flashed abruptly through the air between him and Lu Yuan.

The lightning was so dazzling that even Lu Yuan’s vision was slightly impaired.

His eyes narrowed slightly, and the several eyeballs on his shoulders and chest suddenly widened, relying purely on instinct to react.

Lu Yuan’s eight arms struck simultaneously, as if eight blood-red gigantic pythons were lunging through the void.

With a thunderous crash, they clamped down directly on the lightning.

The figure of the silver-haired man was revealed.

He was positioned above Lu Yuan, wielding a diamond spear, which pierced through the palms of four ferocious blood-red claws, almost a cun1 away from the vertical crease between Lu Yuan’s eyebrows, but was tightly gripped by another four gigantic blood-red claws.

Even as four palms were pierced, Lu Yuan’s face remained expressionless.

The four arms holding the spear exerted force downward, and the silver-haired man pressed down accordingly, while Lu Yuan slightly turned his head.

The diamond-glistening spear shot past his cheek and went behind him.

The free four arms snapped forward, in every direction, attempting to crush the silver-haired man alive.

The expression of the silver-haired man shifted slightly, he let go of the spear, and raised the diamond shield in his other hand.

“Boom!”

Lu Yuan’s four claws struck directly onto the diamond shield, and the terrifying force sent the silver-haired man flying like a cannonball.

“Boom-“

The silver-haired man landed on the ground, his feet digging into the alloy-crafted floor, plowing two deep trenches as he braced against the immense force.

Before he could completely counteract the force, Lu Yuan was already upon him.

The massive and ferocious asura form surged forward, like a blood-red giant wave violently sweeping over.

Soon, he caught up with the figure of the silver-haired man, unleashing a frenzy of blows.

“Boom, boom, boom!”

A vast surge of blood-red churned tumultuously, accompanied by rings of dark red ripples spreading outward.

Beneath the blood-red, dazzling light gathered time and again, only to be continuously shattered by the dark red ripples.

The intense battle lasted for just over half a minute.

Throughout, thunderous sounds exploded, as if the ground was being hammered by a giant, causing severe shaking and trembling.

Terrifying waves of energy rippled out continuously, making the half minute feel like half a century for the Eleventh Throne, who was watching from the sidelines.

He desperately tried to see what was happening inside the battle group, but the ferocious area was completely beyond his perception.

Even a slight approach with his mental power would be mercilessly shredded by the rampant energy.

The Eleventh Throne hesitated between fleeing and staying, struggling with the decision.

Finally…

“Boom!”

After a dull, loud noise, a blinding light suddenly burst forth, squeezing through the surging blood-red brilliance.

A monstrous, blood-red figure staggered backward several steps before stopping, revealing Lu Yuan’s calm figure.

A flicker of joy crossed the Eleventh Throne’s face.

But before this joy could fully bloom, his expression suddenly froze.

“Uh…”

In the center of the battle group, the silver-haired man stood quietly in place.

His head was slightly bowed, his shoulders and back continuously heaving as he gasped for breath.

The ancient and ornate diamond armor he wore was now completely shattered.

The diamond shield in his hand was reduced to about a quarter of its original size, almost unrecognizable.

His body was covered in wounds, as if it had been slashed by countless blades, and one arm was twisted in an eerie way.

He slowly lifted his head, half of the diamond mask deeply indented and cracked like porcelain.

Blood dripped down from the broken base of the mask, staining his torso and the silver hair at his temples.

“Lord Liao…”

The Eleventh Throne trembled as he spoke, looking at the disheveled figure of the silver-haired man.

Clearly, the silver-haired man had been severely injured in the recent battle.

As the most powerful entity in Mosa.

When the Eleventh Throne had joined Mosa, Liao had already been at the ninth stage.

Over the years, Liao has firmly held the position of the First Throne, his strength so formidable that no one within the organization could fully gauge it.

It was known that Liao’s power was immense, such that even if the other seventeen Thrones united against him, they might not be able to contend.

But now… he was injured.

And severely so.

At that moment, an indescribable emotion surged from the depths of the Eleventh Throne’s heart, oppressive enough to leave him gasping for air, as if something was silently crumbling.

“Crack, crack, crack-“

Lu Yuan slowly stretched his body, his eight-armed form swiftly healing the slight injuries and misalignments in his musculoskeletal structure.

A more intense killing intent and aura surged forth, spilling out like ocean waves in all directions.

“Exhale-“

Lu Yuan gently exhaled and then, looking down at the silver-haired man before him, spoke with a hint of admiration, “You are far more exceptional than those I’ve crushed before. You are strong…”

Lu Yuan’s words came from the heart.

He himself was unsure of how powerful he was at the moment.

Under the enhancement of his asura instincts for slaughter and combat, he thought that even if Roya from Distant Star, who once wore a super divine level mecha, were standing before him now, it wouldn’t take many rounds before he’d reduce him to scrap.

Yet, the silver-haired man from Mosa in front of him had managed to withstand his barrage of fierce strikes, truly a commendable adversary.

“Hiss-“

The heavily injured silver-haired man gradually settled from his disarray.

His gaze calm, he looked steadily at Lu Yuan and took a deep breath.

Quickly, streams of vital energy began to emerge from his skin.

With this vital energy enhancing him, the silver-haired man’s body swiftly expanded.

“Crack, crack, crack-“

His body grew taller by segments, his originally well-proportioned and slender figure becoming bulky, his muscles rising like blocks of steel and stone.

His blood-stained silver hair moved as if alive, and the diamond mask on his face quietly slid off, revealing a face with bulging veins and a somewhat fierce expression.

“@%…&”

The silver-haired man uttered ancient, unknown syllables, his tone fervent and filled with devotion.

His body began to emit a faint glow.

In an instant, centered on the island they stood upon, it seemed as if a mysterious Strength was being mobilized throughout the entire Mosa archipelago.

“No, don’t!-“

As the Strength was summoned, the Eleventh Throne, who was watching from a distance, suddenly let out a scream of utter terror.

Without a moment’s hesitation, he turned and fled, only to explode into a mist of blood after a short flight.

The flesh and blood of the Eleventh Throne did not disperse but instead gathered into the sky, rising along with that unknown power.

The seas around the island began to shake violently, as if something tremendously terrifying was lurking beneath, ready to burst forth.

Lu Yuan squinted his eyes and saw a phantom of the Mosa Sect’s Deity of Hunting and warrior-a goat-headed person-forming behind the silver-haired man.

He instantly understood the other’s intention.

“Sacrificing the entire archipelago’s population in one breath to exchange for more powerful strength?”

How many people were there on the Mosa archipelago in total?

Tens of thousands?

Or perhaps over a hundred thousand?

Sacrificing the lives of over a hundred thousand people in one breath, the actions of this First Throne of Mosa could only be described as utterly insane.

If his sacrifice were successful, it would likely become the most horrifying cult ritual of the century.

Lu Yuan watched as a thin mist of blood rose into the sky, converging aloft under the sea breeze.

The ethereal phantom of the Mosa Deity of Martial Hunt became increasingly clear, and he could even feel the cold, angry killing intent that radiated from it.

With this tremendous power, the silver-haired man’s body began to swell and strengthen.

He soon grew over five meters tall.

His entire appearance became grotesquely distorted and monstrous, his limbs transforming into goat hooves, black goat hair sprouting on his body, and short horns emerging from his head.

Waves of violent, cruel, and chaotic aura burst forth from him…

Lu Yuan watched him.

Despite the intense sense of danger approaching, a stronger and stronger desire to fight and to kill grew in his heart.

The instinct of an asura made his blood boil with excitement.

“Heaving-Heaving-“

“Killing such an opponent… must feel exhilarating…”

Lu Yuan’s eyes blazed with a scarlet light, driven by intense instincts for slaughter and combat, causing the tightly shut asura eyes on his body to open one after another.

And with each asura eye that opened, his desire for battle and slaughter intensified, like a snowball rolling downhill.

It seemed as if a vast blood sea was awakening within Lu Yuan, ready to overflow at any moment…

However.

He quickly suppressed this surge of impulse and desire!

“Hiss-“

Lu Yuan took a deep breath, the asura eyes on his body closing one after another as the fiery murderous intent in his chest was tamed.

“If it had been a month or two ago…”

Lu Yuan’s eyes shone deep scarlet, and in a low, hoarse voice, he murmured to himself, “I would have let you be prepared… but now…”

“I can no longer afford any more surprises.”

Having said that.

Lu Yuan’s eight arms moved in unison.

Level 2 grandmaster exertion combined with the Eight-Armed Dragon Devourer move.

Pure strength crazily piled on top of itself.

In the Ming King Stance, he could even touch the threshold of the “Miracle Domain.”

Now, having ascended to the asura form, both his physical body and strength significantly increased.

With this terrifying accumulation of power, Lu Yuan instantly reached the doorstep of the “Miracle Domain.”

And then, with a loud “boom,” he “broke through the door”!

In an instant.

[Elephant Deity. Asura Form (Legendary)] on the professional panel, a skill was directly illuminated, shining brightly.

Lu Yuan felt as if he had touched the essence of what was called “Strength” in an instant.

Like a lush towering tree.

Lu Yuan grasped it!

No.

More precisely, he seized one of its branches, one of its veins.

This vein merged into his body, rapidly growing within him.

“Boom!”

Lu Yuan’s already formidable and fearsome blood arms, enhanced by this “vein of power,” swelled violently once more.

From an observer’s perspective, Lu Yuan’s eight arms seemed to suddenly inflate into eight dark red enormous balloons.

Then, numerous black ripples densely emerged but did not spread; instead, they retracted.

These black ripples completely “dyed” Lu Yuan’s eight massive arms a pure black.

Lu Yuan delivered a fierce punch…

“Buzz-“

The entire void twisted violently at the moment Lu Yuan’s fist moved.

A dark beam, several meters thick, silently shot out.

In an instant, it pierced through the silver-haired man, swollen as if hundreds of volcanoes were erupting simultaneously.

Then, with a “boom”, it continued to surge forward.

The beam of pure black light completely penetrated the sea area ahead, its reach unknown…

When Lu Yuan unleashed the full force of his punch.

He returned to normal, glancing at the scene before him, then at his own eight arms, still trembling slightly from the overwhelming thrill of power…

He fell into a brief trance.

On the professional panel, a newly understood skill subtly glowed-

Lv1[Ultimate Skill: Strength-Shatter!]

“Is this… the true power of a deity?”

Lu Yuan murmured to himself.

In that fleeting moment.

He felt like an ignorant child who had accidentally broken a branch off the forbidden tree and then swung it fiercely…

“Boom!”

The power of the forbidden domain was unleashed like a flood…

…

“Buzz buzz-“

A dark golden shuttle, bearing the sinister Goat Head Emblem, sped between the sea and the sky.

On the shuttle, two men and one woman stood gravely around a white round table, looking intently at something.

Before them lay three beautifully crafted metal masks and three spears and shields, each appearing to be cast from gold.

However, these nine items, seemingly crafted by top-tier artisans, were now covered in cracks, as if they were ceramic on the verge of shattering completely.

“What’s going on? I suddenly feel the power of the True Deity rapidly fading, as if it’s moving away from us…”

One of the men spoke in a deep voice.

Another, looking distressed, added, “Someone has angered the True Deity, bringing unwarranted disaster upon us…”

“Liao once tried to call me, but the connection was lost quickly. I can’t reach him now… What about you?”

The woman among the three asked the other two.

Both shook their heads, indicating they were experiencing the same issue.

At that moment, the shuttle flew over a certain area of the sea, and a faint smell of blood came from its exhaust system.

The trio quickly moved to the window and looked down.

What they saw changed their expressions entirely.

Below them, the sea was littered with floating corpses.

Countless amounts of blood mixed with the sea, dyeing a vast area blood-red.

The three of them immediately rushed out of the shuttle.

Facing this scene, the visual impact became even more intense.

The entire Mosa archipelago was soaked in blood, with a thick scent of blood, cruelty, desolation, and silence rising to the skies.

Looking down from above, the former “Goat Head” appeared as if it were dead, continuously leaking blood.

“What on earth happened?”

“Is everyone dead?”

The three flew toward the central island with grim expressions.

Even though they were thrones of the Mosa Sect and had witnessed countless live blood sacrifices, the sight of this blood-soaked hell still sent chills down their spines and made their scalps tingle.

They could tell that these dead people had likely been subjected to a “blood sacrifice.”

It was the largest and most solemn blood sacrifice in the history of the Mosa Sect.

And there was only one person in Mosa capable and qualified to conduct such a sacrifice…

That was the First Throne of Mosa-Liao!

“Has he gone mad? I need a reasonable explanation!”

With grim faces, they continued flying forward.

Finally, they were about to reach the central island.

However, just as they clearly saw the scene on the central island, all three of them froze, their expressions suddenly rigid.

It was as if they had seen a ghost; they were all stunned.

The sight that greeted them was a vast central island, almost entirely reduced to ruins.

Atop these ruins, about a dozen golden spears were embedded in the ground, each one hanging the corpse of a former throne peer.

In the center stood the most striking sight-a diamond spear.

Impaled on the diamond spear was a monstrous, misshapen goat-like creature, towering seven to eight meters tall.

From its silvery-white hair and the remnants of diamond armor scattered about its body, it was clear this was the one they had repeatedly mentioned before-Liao!

Now, he was dead.

His death was gruesome.

A massive bloody hole gaped open in his chest as if something terrifying had brutally pierced through him.

Not only that, a huge crack ran along his back.

This crack extended all the way to the sea level outside the island, with nearly half of Alloy Island being flattened, showing wide areas of shattering.

The three onlookers stared blankly at the scene before them, their minds momentarily blank.

Instinctively, they pieced together the clues before them to reconstruct the reality of the scene.

Yet the truth… was even more unbearable.

“All the royals who stayed on the island are dead…”

“They must have encountered an external enemy…”

“Liao, the First Throne, performed a blood sacrifice of the entire Mosa archipelago to the True Deity, seeking strength, and yet… he too died…”

“So…”

“What kind of enemy did they face? So terrifying that not even a True Deity could save them! In the end, they were utterly annihilated!”

A profound and indescribable terror enveloped the three of them, causing their bodies to tremble uncontrollably.

Moments later.

As if startled flies, they turned and fled in different directions, hastily escaping…

Footnote:

1. Cun(寸): “Cun” is a traditional Chinese unit of length, commonly used in fields like traditional Chinese medicine and martial arts. It is approximately equivalent to 3.33 centimeters or 1.31 inches.