I am the Thunder Emperor in the fight

As Mo Yu's voice faded, everyone felt the world fall silent.

Judging from this posture, it seems that Mo Yu really intends to take away the Desolate Ancestor Body in front of so many members of the Desolate Ancient Clan.

It should be known that the Desolate Ancestor Body has been in the hands of the Desolate Ancient Clan for thousands of years. During this time, not only did the members of the Desolate Ancient Clan regard it as their own, but even outsiders dared not covet it in the slightest.

But now, all of this is about to be completely shattered.

Even if the Desolate Ancestor acknowledges the new master, it is clearly not so easy to force the Desolate Ancient Clan to back down.

Huang Qiu frowned slightly, a troubled look appearing on his face.

Deep down, Huang Qiu had to admit that it was indeed reasonable for Mo Yu to obtain the Desolate Ancestor Body. After all, in terms of status, as the successor of the Primordial Ancestral Ape, Mo Yu's qualification to inherit the Desolate Ancestor Body was beyond doubt.

However, as the patriarch of the Ancient Desolate Clan, Huang Qiu also knew that no member of the Ancient Desolate Clan would agree to Mo Yu taking the Ancient Desolate Ancestor Body away, because if this happened, the Ancient Desolate Clan would lose all face in the Great Thousand World.

Even though Huang Qiu was the patriarch of the Huanggu Clan, he could not go against the will of all his clansmen. Moreover, Huang Qiu was also unwilling to let Mo Yu take away the Huangzu Body.

Even if one ends up with the infamy of breaking a promise, what does that matter compared to the Desolate Ancestor Body?

Huang Qiu's expression returned to its usual blankness. He stared at Mo Yu, sighed softly, and said, "So, Lord Mo Yu is unwilling to grant my Ancient Desolate Clan's small wish? In that case, I have no choice but to forcibly keep Lord Mo Yu here. After I have recovered the Desolate Ancestor's Body, I will personally apologize to Lord Mo Yu!"

boom!

As soon as he finished speaking, an indescribable aura of a sacred grade erupted like a storm, its oppressive force sweeping across the sky and enveloping the area where Mo Yu was located.

The oppressive force spread out, and the void solidified instantly. Both the air and the spiritual energy within were frozen solid, unable to move, like mosquitoes trapped in amber.

The overwhelming power of the Saint-grade aura naturally descended upon Mo Yu as well.

Faced with the true power of a sacred item, Mo Yu's eyes narrowed, but surprisingly, there was no fear in his eyes, and instead, a cold smile appeared on his lips.

Before entering the Great Wilderness Tower, facing the might of a Saint-level expert, he probably wouldn't have been able to move his hands and feet at all. But after three years of arduous cultivation, his physical body was reforged by the Primordial Origin, and he has now cultivated a Primordial Physical Body.

His physical strength is now unmatched, even by ordinary Saint-level experts.

hum!

Therefore, facing that oppressive and restrictive aura, Mo Yu clenched his fists tightly, his pores radiating a bronze glow, and his flesh and blood trembled, making him seem as if he had been transformed into a figure forged from bronze.

An equally terrifying primordial power erupted from his primordial blood and bones. With just a tremor, the space around him that had been imprisoned shattered rapidly, like broken glass.

In a mere instant, the terrifying pressure that had enveloped them vanished without a trace.

"what?!"

This scene, witnessed by countless powerful figures outside the city, caused many to gasp in shock, and even moved many Heavenly Sovereigns present.

Because they all knew very well how terrifying the power of a Saint-grade expert was. Faced with such oppressive force, even a late-stage Immortal-grade expert would find it difficult to move an inch. But now, Mo Yu had broken through it so easily?!

The elders of the Ancient Wilderness Clan also watched this scene with slightly changed expressions, while Huang Xuan, Huang Ye, and the others looked on in disbelief.

Only Huang Qiu and the Great Elder of the Ancient Desolate Clan beside him understood. Their expressions instantly became extremely solemn, their eyes fixed on Mo Yu's body, which was radiating a mysterious bronze light.

Immediately afterwards, a resounding voice, each word distinct and deliberate, emanated from the desolate dragon's mouth, stirring up a storm in the world.

"This is... a Saint-grade physical body?!"

"A divine-grade physical body?!"

The desolate dragon's voice rose up, instantly stirring up a storm in the world. The powerful figures from all sides outside the city stared blankly at the tall figure on the top of the tower with utter horror in their eyes.

In this vast world, the sacred stands proudly at the pinnacle, like an emperor, looking down upon countless living beings.

However, while Saint-level experts are rare, everyone knows that Saint-level physical bodies are even rarer!

After all, the path of physical cultivation is inherently difficult. To cultivate one's physical body to the level of a saint, one must have an incredibly terrifying stroke of luck. At least in the current world, there are probably only a handful of people who possess a saint-level physical body.

The only few people present, besides the few powerful beings who were super divine beasts, were Huang Qiu, the patriarch of the ancient clan in front of him.

Besides, there are very few powerful individuals among the human race who have cultivated a Saint-grade physical body.

Because of the rarity of a Saint-grade physical body, everyone was so incredulous and shocked when they heard that Mo Yu had actually reached this level.

"He...he actually cultivated a Saint-grade physical body?"

Behind Qing Yanjing, Qing Xuan was also shocked, her rosy mouth agape for a long time, unable to recover. Her beautiful eyes were filled with boundless surprise. That level of physical strength was something everyone dreamed of.

Only now did she understand why Mo Yu dared to refuse the Ancient Desolate Clan. When Mo Yu possessed a Saint-grade physical body, it meant that he had the strength to contend with Saint-grade experts. In terms of strength alone, he was no less than a true Saint-grade Heavenly Sovereign.

With this level of strength, Mo Yu is already qualified to confront the patriarch of the Ancient Desolate Clan.

This shocked her greatly. After all, when they last met, Mo Yu's strength was only slightly better than hers. But now, even if Mo Yu stood there and let her hit him, she probably wouldn't be able to break through Mo Yu's physical defense.

After all, a saintly physical body is not something to be taken lightly.

"A sacred physical body..."

Qing Yanjing murmured, even though she was as calm as still water, she couldn't help but show a look of amazement on her pretty face. Clearly, even she was shocked by Mo Yu's Saint-grade physical body.

"It seems that he has been cultivating a Saint-grade physical body during these three years by taking advantage of the great opportunities within the Great Wilderness Tower." Qing Yanjing also smiled, her smile filled with relief and satisfaction.

With a Saint-grade physical body, Mo Yu now has the qualifications to challenge a Saint-grade Heavenly Supreme.

"This guy, according to Father, has a good temperament. He knows how to 'play it safe.' He didn't get arrogant as soon as he obtained the Desolate Ancestor Body. He even knows to hide inside and raise his strength to its maximum before showing himself," Qingxuan complained from the side.

If an ordinary person were to obtain such a powerful supreme body as the Desolate Ancestor Body, they would probably immediately feel that they are the greatest in the world and become arrogant. But once they do, they would probably be close to disaster.

Rarely hearing Qingxuan's praise, Qing Yanjing smiled and nodded, her face beaming.

While they were full of praise, the Ancient Desolate Clan was completely silent, with all the elders looking shocked and ashen.

Clearly, no one expected that in just three short years, Mo Yu, who could barely handle even the late-stage Immortal Rank, would already possess a Saint Rank physical body.

As a result, Mo Yu's strength increased to an indescribable level, making him capable of contending even against true Saint-grade experts.

The eyes of many members of the Ancient Wilderness Clan were bloodshot, their expressions filled with jealousy and hatred, as if they wished they could tear Mo Yu to pieces.

In their view, this opportunity should have belonged to their Ancient Desolate Clan. If it weren't for Mo Yu's appearance, they would probably have had the chance to inherit the Desolate Ancestor's Body and refine a Saint-grade physical body.

No matter what, the Desolate Ancestor Body must be snatched back from Mo Yu!

Huang Qiu's gaze also became extremely solemn. He had also cultivated a Saint-grade physical body, so he was very clear about the power of a Saint-grade physical body.

This Mo Yu is no longer the insignificant ant who could be easily suppressed three years ago.

Thinking of this, Huang Qiu's expression also became somewhat solemn. It seemed that things were about to escalate further.

However, things have come to this point, and even if the opponent has cultivated a Saint-grade physical body, the Ancient Desolate Clan has no way out.

"Lord Moyu, even if you have refined a Saint-grade physical body, this place is still the territory of my Ancient Desolate Clan. You still cannot take this Desolate Ancestor Body with you!" Huang Qiu said in a booming voice.

As soon as he finished speaking, an equally terrifying power surged out from Huang Qiu's body. In an instant, the entire world seemed to tremble. A primordial power, no less powerful than that within Mo Yu's body, spread throughout the world as if an ancient revival had taken hold.

This desolate dragon also possesses a sacred-grade physical body!

At this moment, everyone's eyes kept sweeping over Mo Yu and Huang Qiu, and they all nervously swallowed.

The two sacred bodies gave the impression of being like two primordial behemoths, with terrifying power emanating from them, as if a mere clash between them would trigger a cataclysmic upheaval!

"Heh, Chief Wilderness, the nobles certainly have quite the airs..."

However, just as the atmosphere was becoming increasingly tense, a soft laugh suddenly rang out.

The bright sky and earth were suddenly struck by a thunderous roar, so deafening that it seemed to shake even one's very soul.

The thunderclap came and went quickly, but just as it subsided, everyone noticed that a figure had suddenly appeared beside Mo Yu.

The figure was dressed in a black robe, with a handsome face and a tall figure. Moreover, he looked exactly like Mo Yu.

"My Lord, you've arrived." The clone was taken aback when he saw the newcomer, but then a look of joy flashed across his face as he spoke.

"Well, Zi Huo and the others said that the Ancient Desolate Clan probably won't let you leave easily, so I've been secretly preparing to meet you." As he spoke, Mo Yu's main body glanced at his clone and then sighed softly.

"A Saint-grade physical body, I didn't expect you to surpass me so quickly."

The clone smiled slightly and said, "This is thanks to the Desolate Ancestor Body. It was only by using the power of the Primordial Origin that the mortal body was transformed into a Saint-grade physical body."

At this point, the clone chuckled awkwardly, "However, we've also caused quite a bit of trouble. Judging from the Ancient Clan's attitude, they probably won't let us leave easily."

Mo Yu smiled faintly and said, "Don't worry, I expected this. The Ancient Desolate Clan won't let us stay."

On the other side, Huang Qiu narrowed his eyes slightly as he looked at the person who had suddenly appeared. Although this person exuded the aura of a Celestial Supreme, for some reason, he felt a sense of threat from him.

"Your Excellency must be the true form of the Lord of Ink Prison, right?"

At this moment, Huang Qiu looked at the identical faces of Mo Yu and the other person, and then seemed to have thought of something, and said in a deep voice.

"I am Mo Yu, greetings to Clan Chief Huang." Mo Yu cupped his hands to Huang Qiu, then chuckled and said, "Clan Chief Huang, since the Ancestral Body of Huang has chosen a new master, why is the Huanggu Clan still clinging to it? Isn't this a violation of the promise made back then?"

Upon hearing Mo Yu's question, the straightforward Huang Qiu was speechless for a moment and fell silent. Although he was rough in character, he knew right from wrong.

At this moment, the Grand Elder stroked his beard and stepped forward, saying, "Lord Moyu, you are mistaken. The Desolate Ancestor Body is of extraordinary significance to our Desolate Ancient Clan. It has long been regarded as a symbol of our clan. How can we allow outsiders to take it away at will?"

The clan leader had previously stated that as long as Lord Moyu left behind the Desolate Ancestor's Body, the Desolate Ancient Clan would agree to any request. This compensation was quite generous, and the Desolate Ancient Clan had done everything in its power.

"Although Lord Moyu is exceptionally powerful, possessing a clone with a Saint-grade physical body, he is outnumbered and outmatched. It won't be easy for him to take away the Desolate Ancestor Body from my Desolate Ancient Clan. I urge Lord Moyu to reconsider and avoid harming the harmony between our two clans."

As he spoke, a powerful aura emanated from the body of this ancient clan elder. Although he had not cultivated a Saint-grade physical body, he was a genuine Saint-grade Heavenly Sovereign!

Facing two Saint-grade Heavenly Sovereigns guarding the Desolate Ancient Clan, it won't be so easy for Mo Yu to take away the Desolate Ancestor Body.

"Hehe, who said my cousin is weak and alone?"

However, just as the Great Elder of the Ancient Desolate Clan finished speaking, a loud laugh rang out again from heaven and earth.

"Hey!"

An invisible, immense force tore a rift across tens of thousands of miles in the eastern sky, and a dazzling, strange fire surged forth like a burst dam, instantly turning half the sky into a rainbow of colors.

A figure in black robes strode in through the flames, his steps steady, the space around him solidifying and the laws of nature retreating wherever he went.

"Who says my cousin has no one?" Xiao Yan flicked his finger, and several powerful flames transformed into lotus flowers that spun around, radiating a terrifying power.

Almost simultaneously, an ancient dragon's roar echoed from the western void.

The phantoms of the eight ancestral symbols condensed into a tangible halo, which slowly rotated, releasing the primordial power to reshape earth, water, fire, and wind.

Lin Dong stepped out from the center of the halo, his eyes sharp as knives.

"Brother Mo, am I not too late?"

He pressed down with one hand, and the power of the eight ancestral symbols intertwined to form a colossal dome that blotted out the sky, radiating a powerful aura.

The two then leaped up and arrived beside Mo Yu, assuming a stance of advancing and retreating together.

Mo Yu looked at the two figures that suddenly appeared beside him and slowly curled up a smile: "Hehe, you two have arrived just in time, thank you."

"Emperor Yan Xiao Yan! Martial Ancestor Lin Dong!"

At the same time, a clamor arose throughout the world.

It is well known that in today's vast world, the names of Thunder Emperor Mo Yu, Flame Emperor Xiao Yan, and Martial Ancestor Lin Dong resound in every corner. Especially in the past three years, the forces under these three have spread like wildfire, truly becoming the masters of a top-tier power.

No one expected that, amidst the changing winds, the three heroes of the lower plane would gather here!