Chapter 482: Chapter 480: The End and the Return to Central Plains
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Sheng!
The mere utterance of these two simple words crashed into the ears of Ao Huangtian and the others like a thunderclap, leaving them utterly shaken.
In that instant, even the energy within their bodies seemed to halt its flow. With expressions of sheer terror, they gazed at the distant figure clad in a purple-gold robe, standing calmly with one hand pressed against the colossal two-headed dragon.
Ban Sheng—while unfamiliar to many, was all too well-known to Dou Zun experts.
This realm was often referred to as the Abyss of Despair for Dou Zuns.
For most, even those who reached the pinnacle of Dou Zun, this level represented an insurmountable wall. Despite years of grueling cultivation, they could only stand at its threshold, unable to truly step into this realm.
Only by reaching the Ban Sheng level could one qualify to ascend to Dou Sheng.
It could even be said that Ban Sheng served as the most critical foundation for stepping into Dou Sheng. Failing to enter this realm meant giving up forever on becoming a true Dou Sheng.
As the title of Dou Di gradually faded into a legendary memory of history, the word "Sheng" had come to symbolize the pinnacle of existence in this world.
A Dou Zun might be hailed as a top-tier expert across the continent, but "top-tier" did not mean "pinnacle." The true peak belonged to those who reached an even higher realm.
Similarly, the Ban Sheng level was the dream of every Dou Zun, yet they all understood the unimaginable difficulty of achieving it. For most, even a lifetime of effort would not suffice.
Never had Ao Huangtian and the others imagined that the mysterious middle-aged man before them could actually step into this realm.
The appearance of a Ban Sheng in the Southern Sea was enough to reign supreme!
"Ban Sheng..."
On Ten Thousand Snake Island, every gaze was fixed on the figure in the purple-gold robe hovering in the sky.
Compared to the massive two-headed dragon, that figure seemed minuscule. Yet the pressure radiating from that small figure caused even the terrifying energy within Ao Huangtian’s colossal body to tremble involuntarily.
"Ban Sheng... Mo Yu’s elder is actually a Ban Sheng!"
The Shui sisters and their group stared in astonishment at the figure, and after a long pause, a look of immense joy finally filled their eyes.
Though "Ban" meant "half," a Ban Sheng was no longer merely a Dou Zun. They had become one of the most revered individuals in existence.
Such an expert could make even Ao Huangtian, the patriach of the Two-Headed Flood Dragon Clan, submit in the Southern Sea!
"Haha, it seems our Shui Clan is destined to prosper! To be connected with Mo Yu is truly our great fortune!"
An ecstatic smile appeared on the face of the elder Shui Cang. Who could have guessed that Mo Yu would have a Ban Sheng standing behind him?
With just a single word from a Ban Sheng, the Shui Clan would have nothing to fear for decades, even without producing another Dou Zun!
On the mountaintop, Mo Yu, too, was filled with delight. The fact that She Lao had broken through the peak of Dou Zun and stepped into Ban Sheng was a pleasant surprise.
Although Mo Yu had found the Nine-Winged Purple-Gold Serpent’s inheritance for She Lao, as a bodiless soul, whether he could succeed was uncertain.
Yet three months later, not only had She Lao successfully revived, but he had also reached Ban Sheng!
High in the sky, She Lao floated, his gaze calm as he glanced at the enormous creature before him. His slender fingers slowly clenched into a fist.
Crack!
With the motion of She Lao’s hand, the two-headed dragon’s massive body began to twist grotesquely, as though an invisible, titanic hand was crushing it like a straw.
"Ahhh!"
A heart-wrenching scream erupted from Ao Huangtian as his colossal form contorted, sending powerful shockwaves that churned the surrounding sea into roaring waves.
Gulp.
Watching the scene in the sky, countless people swallowed hard. The terrifying attacks that could have destroyed the island had been effortlessly neutralized. Not even the hem of the purple-gold figure’s robe fluttered.
"This is the power of a Ban Sheng..."
The assembled experts exchanged glances, seeing the same deep shock in each other’s eyes. This level of strength far exceeded the Dou Zun realm—it was true peak power.
Prince Xue Sha and his group looked at one another in dismay, their faces pale with terror.
Who could have predicted that a mere youngster like Mo Yu would have a Ban Sheng behind him? Even Ao Huangtian, a Seven-Star Dou Zun, was powerless against him, let alone themselves.
Had they known, how would they have dared to act against Mo Yu?
"Hmph!"
After tormenting Ao Huangtian for a while, She Lao snorted coldly. With a casual flick of his hand, the massive two-headed flood dragon was flung into the distant ocean.
Boom!
As Ao Huangtian hit the sea, his enormous form quivered, blood pouring from his mouth as he suffered grievous injuries. Even his aura became completely disordered. She Lao’s casual move had inflicted severe damage on him.
Reverting to human form, Ao Huangtian wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, his eyes filled with fear and resentment as he stared at the purple-gold figure.
He, the strongest in the Southern Sea and a Seven-Star Dou Zun, had been utterly defeated with a single move—humiliated beyond measure!
"Ban Sheng..."
Gnashing his teeth, Ao Huangtian glared at Mo Yu, his hatred threatening to consume him.
Yet he was no ordinary man. Suppressing his emotions after a brief moment, his face turned ashen.
Realizing that Mo Yu had a Ban Sheng behind him, Ao Huangtian understood that his plan to kill Mo Yu had utterly failed.
Even worse, with a Ban Sheng present, his own survival was now precarious!
"All forces, retreat!"
Taking a deep breath, Ao Huangtian decisively ordered his clan members to retreat.
With a final icy glance at Mo Yu, Ao Huangtian leaped into the air, heading for the depths of the sea.
The other Two-Headed Flood Dragon Clan experts followed suit, scrambling to flee.
The overwhelming presence of a Ban Sheng had utterly crushed their arrogance. Even the once-proud Two-Headed Flood Dragon Clan now fled like terrified mice.
"Since you’ve come, you might as well leave something behind."
Seeing them retreat, She Lao chuckled softly, extending a hand toward the sea.
Boom!
With a casual grip, the ocean erupted into towering waterspouts. An unparalleled force tore through the depths, causing...
"Splurt!"
A muffled sound echoed as dozens of crimson blood arrows shot out from the sea, streaking through the air like lightning toward She Lao.
However, as they approached within a hundred feet of She Lao, they abruptly dissipated into a mist of blood and scattered away.
Meanwhile, the vast sea was gradually dyed a deep red from the constant outpouring of blood, resembling a sea of blood. The gruesome sight was further amplified by the floating corpses of the Two-Headed Flood Dragon Clan’s experts, creating a vivid scene of carnage.
"Damn it! My clan’s experts!"
The blood sea lingered, refusing to disperse, as Ao Huangtian’s enraged roar reverberated through the ocean, echoing across the heavens and earth.
The pain in the roar made it clear that She Lao’s earlier strike had dealt a devastating blow to the Two-Headed Flood Dragon Clan, one so severe that it would take centuries to recover.
She Lao, however, merely smiled faintly at the roar, unconcerned. Having stepped into the realm of Ban Sheng, he had barely set foot into the continent’s pinnacle.
To him, the Two-Headed Flood Dragon Clan was no longer a threat.
On the other side, witnessing the scene of the Two-Headed Flood Dragon Clan’s hasty retreat, Prince Xue Sha and his group felt their hearts sink.
If even the strongest force in the Southern Sea, the Two-Headed Flood Dragon Clan, had suffered such heavy losses before retreating, their situation was undoubtedly even more precarious.
Realizing this, Wu Jun and the others quickly stepped forward, with even Prince Xue Sha suppressing his hatred for Mo Yu as he cupped his hands respectfully toward She Lao.
"We were blind to the mountain before us and offended Young Master Mo Yu. We humbly beg for Senior’s forgiveness!"
They all understood that this person had stepped in on Mo Yu’s behalf. Thus, even if their apologies were insincere, they still had to seek forgiveness from this Ban Sheng expert.
"Forgiveness?" She Lao raised an eyebrow at their words, the corners of his mouth lifting into a sneer. "You didn’t seem so humble when you were bullying Mo Yu earlier."
She Lao’s hostile expression made Prince Xue Sha freeze, and a sense of foreboding crept into his heart.
It seemed that Mo Yu held an extraordinary place in this Ban Sheng expert’s heart.
Realizing this, Prince Xue Sha and his two companions exchanged glances. Gritting their teeth, they suddenly burst into motion, unleashing their fastest speeds to flee into the distance.
"Hmph, trying to run? Too late!"
She Lao smirked disdainfully and raised his hand slightly, clenching it fiercely. A terrifying spatial ripple emerged once more, and Prince Xue Sha and his two companions were abruptly caught by an invisible spatial hand, flung back like kites with broken strings.
As She Lao clenched his hand tighter, the three of them turned crimson, their bodies contorting and twisting as if being crushed by immense pressure—an unnervingly horrifying sight.
"Boom!"
After half a minute of intense spatial compression, the three finally succumbed. With three anguished screams, their bodies were utterly crushed, leaving a bloody and grotesque scene behind.
"Bang!"
Three brilliant blooms of blood exploded mid-air, marking the complete demise of three Dou Zun-level experts.
Witnessing this, everyone involuntarily gulped, their eyes wide with shock as they stared at the spectacle in the sky.
Each of the three Dou Zuns was a renowned figure in the Southern Sea. Yet, in front of this Ban Sheng, they were nothing more than ants, crushed with ease.
Ban Sheng experts—utterly terrifying!
Realizing this, the surrounding individuals looked at Mo Yu with even greater fear and reverence.
To think that this young man had the backing of a Ban Sheng! No wonder he had dared to kill both Kuang Lang, Prince Xue Sha’s son, and Crown Prince Jiao. This was truly a case of hiding one’s strength until the critical moment.
"These young masters from Central Plains sure know how to play the game," someone murmured internally.
After dealing with everything, She Lao glanced briefly at the distant crowd of experts but paid them no further attention. Turning, he descended beside Mo Yu.
"Congratulations on your successful breakthrough and revival, She Lao. Not only have you returned, but you’ve also advanced to Ban Sheng," Mo Yu said with a smile, bowing respectfully as he took in She Lao’s luxurious purple-gold robe for the first time.
"Heh, there’s no need for such formality between us. Without your help, I would have perished long ago in that little valley in the Mu Lan Empire," She Lao replied with a chuckle, shaking his head.
As he spoke, a trace of gratitude and fondness flickered in She Lao’s gaze toward Mo Yu.
Mo Yu smiled in return, his eyes scanning She Lao. "She Lao, have you successfully evolved into a Nine-Winged Purple-Gold Serpent?"
"Not yet," She Lao sighed. "The evolution of a Nine-winged Purple-Gold Serpent is far more challenging than I expected. Even under ideal circumstances, it would take half a year. Now, with this interruption, that timeframe will likely double."
"If I had fully evolved, that old Flood Dragon wouldn’t have escaped so easily," he added.
Hearing this, Mo Yu’s face showed a trace of guilt. "I’m sorry, She Lao. It’s my fault for dragging you into this."
Waving dismissively, She Lao said nonchalantly, "It’s just a matter of some extra time. If you’d fallen to that old Flood Dragon, I’d regret it for the rest of my life."
"However, I’ll likely stay in the Southern Sea for a while longer. There’s a diluted version of the Nine Serene Spring here, which greatly aids my evolution into the Nine-winged Purple-Gold Serpent."
"As for you, be cautious as you head to Central Plains. If things get too dangerous, retreat to the Southern Sea. Even if I haven’t fully evolved, I can still protect you."
Hearing this reassurance, Mo Yu smiled and said, "Thank you, She Lao. If I encounter an enemy I can’t handle, I’ll come find you."
"Good." She Lao nodded, taking out a purple-gold scale from his robes and handing it to Mo Yu.
"This is my life-bound scale. If you encounter danger in Central Plains, just crush it. I’ll sense it and cross the void to aid you."
Accepting the scale, Mo Yu rubbed it gently. Although it lacked the ancient, solid aura of Hai Mo Zun Zhe’s scale, it exuded astonishing energy fluctuations, clearly freshly shed by She Lao.
Feeling She Lao’s sincerity, Mo Yu was deeply moved.
After this, She Lao patted Mo Yu on the shoulder and said nothing more. His figure flickered, vanishing into the depths of Ten Thousand Snake Island.
Watching She Lao’s retreating figure, Mo Yu collected himself after a moment and turned his gaze northward, murmuring softly, "She Lao has returned. Next, it’s time for me to return to Central Plains."
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