Chapter 1115 The Eastern Region Undergoes a Political Upheaval; Death Sentence Can Be Spared

"hiss!"

There was a sound of people sucking in their breath in shock in the hall.

All the onlookers, including Feng Yuanzi, Dongfang Changqing and other alliance members, were dumbfounded!

Mo Yu's strength... is actually terrifyingly powerful?!

Wasn't he a new Saint-level cultivator? How come he was able to hold his own against the combined attacks of three veteran Saint-level cultivators?

That terrifying lightning, that powerful domain... was even more terrifying and powerful than the rumors had described!

"Impossible! How could he be so strong?!" Dongfang Shuo was both shocked and furious, unable to accept this fact.

“This child… his comprehension of the Dao of Thunder has surpassed that of ordinary early-stage Saint-grade cultivators, reaching a higher level… no wonder he was able to overpower the Ancient Buddha Clan and the Ancient Maha Clan!” Feng Wuyai’s tone was heavy, no longer as composed as before.

Venerable Baosheng's expression also changed slightly, his eyes filled with a mixture of fear and regret: "What a formidable thunder! Your Majesty the Thunder Emperor, you truly live up to your reputation."

As soon as he finished speaking, a sense of regret arose in Venerable Bao Sheng's heart. If he had known that the Thunder Emperor was so domineering and powerful, he would not have gotten involved in this mess.

At the same time, Mo Yu slowly calmed the turbulent blood and qi in his body. He had also expended a lot of energy fighting against the three people.

But his eyes remained as sharp as ever, and his fighting spirit was even higher.

"Warm-up complete." He spoke coldly, his voice like ancient ice: "Now, it's my turn."

Before he finished speaking, his figure suddenly blurred, and the next moment, he appeared directly in front of Dongfang Shuo!

The speed was so fast that it seemed to ignore spatial distance!

"So fast!" Dongfang Shuo was shocked. In a hurry, he once again gathered Xuanhuang Dragon Qi to protect his body and threw a punch.

"Oh!"

Mo Yu's fist, enveloped in chaotic lightning, struck first despite being behind, and landed solidly on Dongfang Shuo's fist!

There was no earth-shattering explosion, only a muffled, extremely loud bang, as if two ancient sacred mountains had collided!

"Crack!"

A teeth-grinding sound of bones cracking was heard!

Ah!

Dongfang Shuo screamed in agony as the bones of his entire right arm shattered inch by inch!

The Xuanhuang Dragon Qi was forcibly torn apart and annihilated by the Chaos Thunder!

He coughed up blood and flew backward like a rag doll, crashing hard into a thunder totem pole in the hall. The impact cracked the incredibly hard pole in several places before he slid down, his life force instantly weakening by more than half!

One punch, and a Saint-level expert is severely injured!

"Ancestor!" The members of the Dongfang family were filled with rage.

"Watch out!" Feng Wuyai and Venerable Baosheng were shocked and rushed to the rescue.

Feng Wuyai manipulated the Boundless Wind Domain, transforming it into countless "Sky-Splitting Wind Blades" refined to the extreme, slicing towards Mo Yu from all directions, attempting to relieve the siege of Wei by attacking Zhao.

The Venerable Baosheng once again activated the Ice and Fire Sacred Pearl. This time, instead of dispersing it, he forcibly fused the Nine Yang True Fire and the Profound Nether True Water, transforming them into a more concentrated and terrifying red and blue entangled beam of light that shot straight at Mo Yu's back!

"A mere trick!" Mo Yu sneered, without even turning around.

"Thunder Emperor Seal, protect!"

As soon as he finished speaking, an imperial seal radiating terrifying lightning burst forth from Mo Yu's forehead, unleashing endless and fierce lightning to form a huge lightning shield that blocked the red and blue pillar of light.

In addition, the Thunder Emperor Seal shook itself and released a thick silver lightning pillar to meet the sky-splitting wind blades!

Mo Yu himself took another step forward, his figure appearing like a ghost beside Feng Wuyai!

"Wind attribute spiritual power? I'll show you what lightning speed truly is!"

"Lightning Release: Moment of Eternity!"

Mo Yu's figure seemed to instantly transform into billions of tiny lightning bolts, piercing through Feng Wuyai's seemingly tight wind domain defense with incomprehensible speed and trajectory, and appearing directly in front of him!

With a flick of his finger, a point of chaotic lightning was condensed to its extreme and pointed towards Feng Wuyai's brow!

Feng Wuyai was terrified; he had never seen such bizarre and unpredictable movement speed!

In the rush, he could only concentrate all his life's cultivation in front of him, forming an incomparably solid 'Nine Heavens Gale Wall'.

"laugh!"

When the chaotic lightning came into contact with the gale barrier, it did not explode. Instead, it melted like a red-hot iron cutting into grease, making a chilling melting sound!

The gale barrier, strong enough to withstand attacks from Saint-level experts, was swiftly pierced by this single bolt of lightning!

"puff!"

The protective aura between Feng Wuyai's eyebrows was pierced. Although he desperately turned his head to avoid a fatal blow at the last moment, his right shoulder was still grazed by the lightning!

Instantly, Feng Wuyai's entire right shoulder, along with part of his chest, turned to ashes!

The residual chaotic lightning power at the wound site eroded him wildly, causing him to let out a shrill scream. His aura plummeted, and he was no longer able to fight!

In just a few breaths, one of the two veteran Saint-level experts was seriously injured, and the other was on the verge of death!

Venerable Baosheng felt his scalp tingle and his liver and gallbladder tremble with fear!

He realized he had severely underestimated Mo Yu's strength! This was far from the early stage of the Saint Rank; this was clearly someone who had touched the threshold of the mid-stage Saint Rank and possessed the combat power of the peak mid-stage Saint Rank!

Seeing Mo Yu's icy gaze sweep over him, Venerable Bao Sheng lost all will to fight and let out a strange cry: "Lord Lei Di's supernatural powers are unparalleled! I admit defeat! This matter has nothing to do with me! Farewell!"

After saying that, he crushed a jade talisman that he had prepared beforehand and which was emitting strong spatial fluctuations without hesitation. His figure was instantly enveloped in a ball of silver light, and he was about to escape.

"Come and go as you please? What do you take my Zhen Dong Prince's Mansion for?" Mo Yu's voice was icy.

He raised his hand and made a loose grasping motion.

"Thunder Prison, Suppress the Sky!"

The thunder laws of the entire East Town Palace, no, the entire core area of ​​the Thunder Continent, suddenly went berserk!

The space was forcibly reinforced and sealed off!

The silver light around Venerable Baosheng flickered violently, and his spatial escape technique was forcibly interrupted!

"What?!" Venerable Baosheng's face turned deathly pale.

"Stay here!" Mo Yu unleashed a punch from afar, a condensed chaotic lightning bolt traversing space and instantly striking an ancient shield artifact hastily conjured by the Treasure Saint Venerable.

"clang!!!"

The shield groaned, and spiderweb-like cracks appeared on its surface. Venerable Bao Sheng spat out another mouthful of blood, his aura weakened, and he, along with Dongfang Shuo, Feng Wuyai, and others, were all severely injured.

At the same time, Lei Dong also rushed out, and with a wave of his hand, led the heavily armored and imposing Lei Fa Army to surround the three Saint-level experts.

From the arrival of the three Saint-level experts to Mo Yu's fierce attack, fighting against all three and severely injuring Dongfang Shuo, Feng Wuyai, and Bao Sheng Venerable... the entire process took only a few dozen breaths!

Inside the Zhen Dong Hall, there was a deathly silence.

All the onlookers, including the leaders of those forces who originally harbored ulterior motives, were petrified, staring blankly at the thunderous figure in the void whose lightning was slowly receding, yet whose aura remained vast and unfathomable.

One person suppressed three holy figures!

What divine might! What domineering power! What an invincible aura!

Feng Yuanzi, Dongfang Changqing, Qian Wanguan, Qingming Sword Immortal, Xing Suanzi... all the alliance members were ashen-faced, trembling like leaves, their eyes filled with boundless despair and fear.

Their last trump card, their greatest reliance, proved to be so utterly vulnerable in front of Mo Yu!

Mo Yu slowly turned around, his gaze as cold as ice, and fell on them once more.

This time, no one dared to speak up, no one dared to question, and no one dared to stop them.

Everyone realized that from this moment on, the sky over the Eastern Region had completely changed color.

As everyone was shocked, the lightning around Mo Yu slowly receded, the Chaos Lightning Armor transformed into fine lightning patterns that disappeared into his skin, and the Lightning Emperor Seal also dimmed, transforming into an ancient seal that fell into his palm.

He stood with his hands behind his back, his purple-gold robes spotless, as if the earth-shattering battle where he fought three opponents and suppressed a sacred artifact was merely a matter of casually brushing away a few specks of dust.

However, the horrifying scene on the ground silently testified to the ferocity of the battle and the terror of Mo Yu.

Dongfang Shuo, the patriarch of the Dongfang family, lay sprawled beneath the shattered totem pole, his right arm twisted and deformed, bone fragments piercing his flesh. His imperial robes were charred black, his majesty gone, and only pain and incredulous horror remained in his eyes.

Feng Wuyai, the Supreme Elder of the Wind Spirit Clan, had lost his right shoulder and part of his chest. The wound was charred black. His face was ashen, and his breath was extremely weak. He barely had the strength to stand.

Although Venerable Baosheng had a treasure to withstand the crucial blow, he was still affected by the shock and backlash, leaving behind a mess and bloodstains. Looking at Moyu's face, he was filled with bitterness and regret.

All three Saint-level experts were seriously injured.

Their opponent was merely a newly promoted Saint-level expert, Lei Di Mo Yu, who had only been promoted for a year.

This outcome, like the heaviest hammer blow, slammed into the hearts of all onlookers, utterly crushing the last vestige of resistance and hope of the Eastern Autonomous Alliance.

"Pfft!"

A dull thud as a knee struck the ground broke the suffocating silence in the hall.

It is Qian Wanguan, the president of the Sihai Chamber of Commerce.

This tycoon, known for his shrewdness, shrewdness, and immense wealth, now had no smile on his face, only boundless fear and despair.

His entire body trembled with fat, tears streaming down his face. He knelt down in desperation before Mo Yu in the void, his forehead thumping against the hard, cold ground still lingering with the aura of lightning.

"Lord Thunder Emperor! Spare me! Spare me, Lord Thunder Emperor!" Qian Wanguan's voice was hoarse and shrill, filled with sobs.

"It was a petty person who was blinded by greed! Driven by self-interest, he was so arrogant and ignorant that he dared to oppose the Prince's Mansion! I know I was wrong! I really know I was wrong!"

"I beg Your Majesty's mercy! Spare my life! The Four Seas Merchant Guild... no, all my family fortune, all my trade routes, everything I own, I'm willing to offer it all to the Royal Palace! I only beg Your Majesty's forgiveness! I'm willing to serve Your Majesty like a slave, to serve you like a dog!"

His wailing was like opening a floodgate.

"Splash! Splash! Splash..."

Feng Yuanzi, Dongfang Changqing, Qingming Sword Immortal, Xing Suanzi, and the leaders of the other two allied forces were all pale and trembling, as if their spines had been removed. They all knelt down and kowtowed to Mo Yu in the most humble manner, begging for mercy.

"Lord Thunder Emperor! It was our ignorance! It was our arrogance! How dare we question Lord Thunder Emperor's authority and resist the integration of the Royal Palace! We... deserve to die!"

Feng Yuanzi's voice trembled, and he no longer possessed the demeanor of a clan leader. His forehead was pressed tightly against the ground.

"The Wind Spirit Clan is willing to follow the Royal Palace's lead from now on, offering up all its secret treasures and submitting to the Thunder Emperor's command! We only beg the Thunder Emperor... to forgive our ignorance and grant the Wind Spirit Clan a way to survive!"

At this moment, Dongfang Changqing had lost all his usual refined demeanor. Looking at his ancestor who was seriously injured and on the verge of death not far away, he was filled with regret and fear.

"The Thunder Emperor's divine might is unparalleled; how can we ants possibly contend with him? The Eastern Family... is willing to offer all its inherited scriptures, open all its treasure troves and secret realms, and obey all the King's orders!"

We beg only that, Lord Thunder Emperor… spare our ancestor's life, and spare the ignorant members of the Eastern Clan! We… are willing to serve as vassals of the Royal Palace for generations, and will never dare to rebel!

The Azure Sword Immortal also abandoned his aloofness as a sword cultivator. His ancient sword clattered to the ground, and he knelt down, trembling as he spoke.

"The Ancient Sword Sect...is willing to offer all its sword manuals, and its disciples will be selected and incorporated by the Royal Palace...we only beg Lord Thunder Emperor...to give the Ancient Sword Sect a way out!"

The Star Calculator was barely breathing, and with the support of his disciples, he knelt weakly, saying, "The Star Pavilion... is willing to offer all its secret methods of stellar divination. The disciples of the pavilion... will be at the beck and call of Lord Thunder Emperor... We only beg... we only beg Lord Thunder Emperor for mercy..."

For a time, the sounds of begging for mercy, weeping, and vows of loyalty filled the Zhen Dong Hall.

These once powerful and influential leaders are now like lambs to the slaughter, having cast aside all their dignity, pride, and independence, hoping only for a sliver of forgiveness from Mo Yu and a chance to survive.

On both sides of the main hall, representatives of other forces watched this scene with a mixture of shock and awe, as well as a sense of relief.

He was in awe of Mo Yu's unparalleled strength and ruthless methods, and glad that he hadn't impulsively joined the so-called 'autonomous alliance' or pulled back from the brink in time.

The way they looked at Mo Yu was as if they were looking up to a god, without a trace of doubt or dissent.

On the throne, Mo Yu's face was indifferent as he looked down at the crowd kowtowing below. His eyes showed neither joy nor sorrow, only a deep, icy coldness.

He did not respond immediately, but let the humble pleas for mercy echo in the hall, as if he were enjoying their last struggle and fear.

After a long while, until the pleas for mercy gradually subsided, leaving only suppressed sobs and heavy breathing, Mo Yu finally spoke slowly. His voice was not loud, but it clearly drowned out all other noises.

"Your crimes are too numerous to count." His voice was cold and calm, yet carried an undeniable sense of judgment.

"Resisting the integration of the Prince's Palace and outwardly complying while secretly going against it is disloyalty. Secretly colluding and interfering with the Prince's important affairs is unjust."

Their actions were not discreet, attracting the attention of the extraterrestrial demon emperor and nearly causing a catastrophe that endangered the entire Eastern Region and even the Great Thousand Worlds. This was both unwise and inhumane!

With each crime spoken, the kneeling people below trembled and lowered their heads even further.

"According to the law, your actions are no different from treason and betrayal. You should all be executed, your souls destroyed, as a warning to others!" Mo Yu's voice suddenly turned stern, like a death sentence.

"Lord Thunder Emperor, have mercy!" The crowd was terrified and kowtowed desperately, their foreheads covered in blood and gore.

Even the three Saint-level experts twitched their lips, not expecting Mo Yu to be so ruthless. However, at present, they were at the mercy of others.

It's just that they messed with the wrong people.

However, at this moment, Mo Yu suddenly changed the subject and softened his tone.

"However, considering that you have never truly colluded with the evil forces, and that we are facing a formidable enemy with the extraterrestrial evil race still determined to destroy us, and that we are in dire need of manpower, we must not allow the Eastern Region's strength to be excessively depleted internally."

His gaze swept over the heavily injured Dongfang Shuo, Feng Wuyai, and Baosheng Venerable, and then over the ashen-faced crowd below.

"You may be spared the death penalty, but you cannot escape punishment. You must atone for your crime by performing good deeds, and we will see how you behave in the future!"