Douluo: Unbeatable from Capturing a Goddess

"Boom!"

Moro's chest caved in, and he was blasted away, the sound of his breaking bones inch by inch was particularly grating to the ear.

In his place appeared a figure of a young man.

His hair danced in the wind, his features strikingly extraordinary, handsome to the extreme, but the young man's gaze was focused, and indifferent as he watched the Ten Heavenly Lords.

It was as if he were looking at dead men, seemingly harboring a towering rage within.

"Hmm?"

Mo He and the other Heavenly Lords let out a sound of surprise.

They never expected someone to appear out of the blue and knock Moro away, so fast that they didn't even have time to react.

While this was also related to their relaxed state of alertness, it was enough to demonstrate the extraordinary strength of the newcomer.

Meanwhile, Bi Bidong and the Life God King among others felt their spirits lift.

Facing an unknown combatant whose strength surpassed that of a Divine King, they had been somewhat nervous, afraid that Luo Yu would not be a match and that the entire Soul Land would fall.

But to their astonishment, Luo Yu's first move was so domineering, blasting away an opponent with the speed of lightning.

"The Alliance Hierarch has finally arrived!" Qian Daoliu breathed a sigh of relief.

Tang Chen's eyes brightened, and his taut muscles relaxed.

When you are an enemy of Luo Yu, you understand what true fear is; but as a subordinate, it is a different kind of reassurance.

Di Tian, who had transformed into a Black Dragon, once again morphed into his human form and stood by everyone's side, gazing up with reverence at the figure of the young man in the sky.

Mo He's gaze swept towards Luo Yu, and then with an evil glint in his eyes, he said to someone behind him:

"Moxin, didn't you say that this continent's strongest was only at Thirteenth Order? What's the deal with this guy?"

Moxin seemed to detect his big brother's anger, shivering immediately.

He said timidly:

"Big brother, within my investigation, I truly did not sense this guy, not even now..."

"Not even now, what?" Mo He asked.

"Even now that he stands in front of me, I cannot detect even a trace of his presence," Moxin said, his heart trembling as he spoke.

Because he practiced the Youming Divine Seal Technique, renowned for its spiritual attacks and exploratory secret techniques, he had always been invincible against all enemies with none able to hide from his investigation; yet now he had failed, which was a complete surprise to him. There was definitely something off with this person in front of him.

"Cough cough, damn it."

At that moment, Moro, clutching his collapsed chest, flew back from behind. It seemed only his body was injured, and his strength had not decreased much.

His pair of pale eyes were fixedly staring at Luo Yu.

"You bastard, you actually ambushed your grandpa."

Luo Yu's gaze turned toward him, and he uttered an 'Oh' sound.

"Whoosh!"

No one saw any movement from Luo Yu, but it seemed as if he vanished for an instant, and then Moro's face took a heavy hit, instantly flattening. His head spun around, the sound of his neck bones breaking echoing through the sky as he was flung away.

"Hiss—"

Everyone gasped at the sight.

Just now, how domineering was this Moro, simply releasing his presence was enough to intimidate the other peak combatants of Soul Land into immobility.

And now, he was being manhandled and knocked away by a man using some unknown method?

The other Nine Great Heavenly Monarchs standing atop the mythical beasts began to seriously size up Luo Yu because the first time might have been a sneak attack.

But this time, it was a solid front-facing assault.

Moxin said, "Big brother, there's something strange about this guy, definitely something strange. Moro is a Fifteenth Order powerhouse, how could this kid casually knock him flying?"

Moro gestured with his hand to stop him from talking and looked towards Luo Yu, a smile curling up at the corner of his mouth.

"I've already seen through your moves."

"Oh?" Luo Yu raised an eyebrow, secretly taking the measure of these foreign intruders facing him.

This was his first encounter with strong beings from another plane, and naturally, he wanted to observe them closely. He had a feeling that these kinds of confrontations would not be few and far between in the future.

"Don't believe it?"

Moro sneered, tossing the compass he'd always held in his hand into the sky.

"Buzz—"

Ripples emanated from the stone disk, like an inverted light dome that enveloped tens of thousands of miles of the high sky.

Space began to sear and solidify at this moment.

Moro said coldly, "Your spatial traversal is indeed interesting, but in front of this Heavenly Monarch, it's nothing but a trivial trick."

"Let's see if you can still move at your previous speed now."

Luo Yu didn't attempt to use the power of space to traverse, as a plane master, he already sensed that the space around him had been imprisoned by an overwhelming alien force ever since that stone disk ascended.

"I understand now."

Moxin had been wary of the young man who suddenly emerged, but felt a sense of relief upon seeing Mo He's maneuver.

"So, lad, it was the use of spatial jumps that allowed you to attack unexpectedly. No wonder I couldn't catch your movements just now."

"Big brother, those who can manipulate space are the fortunate ones in the universe; taking him as a battle slave would give us an extra method to utilize," he said.

Mo He nodded.

He spoke slowly, "When Moxin said the strongest on this continent was Thirteenth Order, I found it strange; after all, with that peculiar ancient tree, it should be possible to cultivate at least one decently strong individual. Now it seems my thoughts are confirmed."

"Submit, and this Heavenly Monarch will take you as a battle slave, sparing your life. You need only let me plant the slavery imprint."

Luo Yu said indifferently,

"Ugly and wishful thinking."

"How about you kneel before me and be my dog?"

"Presumptuous!"

"Audacious!!"

Chastising voices rose from behind Mo He, as the Heavenly Monarchs glared with fierce eyebrows, having already sentenced the youth to death in their hearts.

Mo He's mood was unaffected.

He said with a wicked smile,

"Good, I thought this venture would be a one-sided slaughter, lulling me to sleepiness."

"The appearance of a toy like you has lessened my drowsiness a bit."

"Try hard to display your strength and please me."

Luo Yu said, "You seem very confident."

Mo He didn't respond, not even deigning to reply.

From behind, Moxin said, "Your confidence is that of a frog at the bottom of a well, looking at the sky from a narrow perspective, whereas my big brother's confidence has been forged through killings across the universe."

Qian Daoliu and the others were originally very encouraged, but after seeing Mo He's imposing manner, they began to feel somewhat uncertain.

Although Luo Yu was strong, his time spent cultivating was short, and it was really uncertain whether he could defeat this group of old scoundrels, considering they might be old monsters who have cultivated for who knows how many years.

"Boom!"

Luo Yu stopped talking; a man of action, not words, he just went for it with a raised hand.

In an instant, he transformed into a stream of nine-colored rainbow light and charged forth.

Raising a sword finger, he jabbed directly at Mo He's forehead.

"Clang!"

With just one finger, Mo He stopped the sword finger aimed at his brow.

"Off you go, you're not yet qualified to challenge me."

An immense force burst forth from his fingertip, forcibly pushing Luo Yu back.

Bi Bidong and the ladies looked distressed; they had not expected the unassuming Mo He to be so domineering.

At that moment, Moro, who had been sent flying, flew back, twisting his head back into place with his hand, his eyes flashing with rage and malice.

"Damn it."

The Life God King's pupils shrank; what kind of monster was this, his head had spun a full circle, and his life force had not diminished?

Mo He said, "Moro, you go. His spatial abilities have already been nullified by the Compass bestowed by the Nine Ancestors."

"Right."

With a vicious smile, Moro rubbed his hands together in anticipation.