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As Master Zhu Jian's voice fell, the entire hall plunged into a suffocating silence.
Everyone stared at Mo Yu in astonishment, their shock evident in their voices.
"What? This youth is the murderer of Master Zhu Jian's disciple?"
"I heard it was a silver-eyed young man named Mo Yu who killed Sun Wuji!"
"Mo Yu… could it really be him?"
The sound of incessant whispers rippled through the crowd, filling the entire venue. No one could have imagined that at the very moment the champion of the Refining Convention was about to be revealed, such a dramatic twist would occur.
The new champion of the Refining Convention was actually the fugitive wanted by Master Zhu Jian?
"This is bad..." On a stone platform, Feng Mu and Lan Yingying exchanged worried glances, their expressions drastically changing.
The two of them were well aware of Mo Yu's true identity. They had originally thought they could smoothly conceal it through the Refining Convention, but they hadn't anticipated that at such a critical moment, Master Zhu Jian would expose him.
"Oh, so this youth is that Mo Yu." Nearby, Qiu Yuanqiao's eyes narrowed slightly as he overheard the whispers around him. A cold smirk soon appeared on his face, as if something amusing had come to mind.
Since arriving in the Western Region, Qiu Yuanqiao had heard of Mo Yu, whose actions had caused an uproar. Naturally, he also knew about the conflict between Mo Yu and Master Zhu Jian.
As one of the five elders of the Weapon Alliance and an experienced eighth-grade weapon refiner, even Qiu Yuanqiao felt pressure when dealing with Master Zhu Jian.
But now, Master Zhu Jian had personally come forward, accusing Mo Yu of murdering his disciple.
This put the outcome of the Refining Convention's championship into question.
Thinking of this, Qiu Yuanqiao looked at Mo Yu again, his expression tinged with a sense of schadenfreude.
At that moment, on the high platform, hearing Master Zhu Jian interrupt him from announcing the champion, Elder Bing's expression darkened.
Beside him, the beautiful Cai Ya and several other senior members of the Weapon Alliance looked equally astonished. Their gazes toward Mo Yu were filled with shock and disbelief.
Elder Bing's disciple, Xiao Huohuo, was actually Mo Yu, the one who had killed Sun Wuji?
"Zhu Jian, hold your tongue! The Refining Convention values artifacts above all. Whoever forges the strongest weapon is the champion. You, as an elder of the Weapon Alliance, dare to break this rule?"
Elder Bing stepped forward, facing Master Zhu Jian, his voice sharp.
"Hmph! Bing Li, this youth's background is already questionable. Coupled with his mastery of thunder energy, which is eerily similar to that of my disciple's killer, I can be certain—he is Mo Yu! And you... are you protecting the murderer of my disciple?"
Master Zhu Jian's face was filled with killing intent as he glared at Mo Yu.
Hearing this, Mo Yu's brow furrowed slightly. He hadn't expected his disguise to be exposed during the process of absorbing weapon lightning.
Back in West Desolation City, his use of the True Origin Devouring Thunder and the Black Gold Thunder Orb had caused no small trouble for both the Tang Clan Patriarch and Elder Hei Jian. Consequently, as Master Zhu Jian's bounty spread, the entire Western Region learned that Mo Yu was a powerful lightning user.
While many strong individuals with lightning-attribute Dou Qi existed on the continent, someone like Mo Yu, who wielded thunder energy with such precision and terror, was exceedingly rare. Not even those from the Wind Lightning Pavilion could compare.
Thus, as Master Zhu Jian spoke, countless spectators began to look at Mo Yu with an inkling of belief.
Elder Bing's expression grew cold, and he shouted, "Zhu Jian, whether he is Mo Yu or Xiao Huohuo, as long as he forges the strongest weapon in this conference, he is the champion! Do you intend to defy this rule?"
As his words fell, Cai Ya, a dark-skinned man, and Master Hui Shan exchanged glances, all revealing helpless expressions. Afterward, Cai Ya said reluctantly, "Elder Zhu Jian, Elder Bing is correct. Your dispute with Mo Yu must wait. The rules regarding the championship cannot be broken."
The three of them had no desire to intervene in the argument between Master Zhu Jian and Elder Bing. However, if the championship was not awarded to Mo Yu, it would instead fall to Qiu Yuanqiao.
This outcome was clearly undesirable for the Weapon Alliance and weapon refiners as a whole. Thus, even at the risk of offending Master Zhu Jian, Cai Ya and the others had no choice but to speak out.
Hearing this, Master Zhu Jian's expression darkened further. If Elder Bing alone had objected, his current strength and reputation might have allowed him to prevail. But with other Weapon Alliance elders siding with Elder Bing, it was impossible to stop Mo Yu from being crowned champion.
However, Master Zhu Jian was a schemer at heart. Suppressing his fury, an idea suddenly occurred to him. He glanced at Mo Yu with a cold smile.
"Hmph, even if his skills are worthy of the championship, accepting it in such a sneaky, underhanded manner... isn't this a humiliation to our Weapon Alliance?
Unless he reveals his true identity, how can we award the championship without becoming a laughingstock?"
The Refining Convention, as a renowned event on the continent, produced champions who were highly sought after. Rarely did a winner hide their identity, as it was considered the highest honor for an weapon refiner.
Master Zhu Jian's demand was therefore not unreasonable. Even Cai Ya and the other elders couldn't help but feel conflicted. They, too, didn't want such a prestigious title awarded to a disguised individual.
Otherwise, in the future, disputes over whether the champion was Xiao Huohuo or Mo Yu would only serve to tarnish the conference's reputation.
Elder Bing hesitated, understanding Master Zhu Jian's intent—to force Mo Yu to reveal his identity.
Once Mo Yu's identity was exposed, even if he became the champion, his situation would grow perilous.
After pondering for a moment, Mo Yu smirked coldly at Master Zhu Jian. He had initially disguised himself to avoid interference and secure the championship smoothly.
Now that the championship was within reach, he didn't mind claiming it openly as Mo Yu.
As for the threats posed by Master Zhu Jian, he was not unprepared.
Thinking this, Mo Yu sneered at Master Zhu Jian. "Old fool, you want to know my true identity? Fine, I'll show you!"
With that, Mo Yu slowly placed his hand on his face. All eyes were fixed on him, holding their breath in suspense.
The next moment, he gently removed a thin, translucent disguise. His handsome face and eerie silver eyes were fully revealed.
"This youth is… Mo Yu!"
In the spectator stands, everyone who recognized the face from the wanted posters was utterly shocked.
The man who had caused such a commotion in the Western Region was now the champion of the Refining Convention. Was he truly a monstrous genius?
"In that case, I hereby declare... the champion of this year's Refining Convention is Mo Yu!"
Seeing Mo Yu reveal his true identity, Elder Bing cast a worried glance at him. Nonetheless, recalling the honor of the championship, Elder Bing couldn't help but smile with satisfaction as he made the announcement.
He also hoped that with Mo Yu as the champion, Master Zhu Jian would show some restraint out of respect.
As Elder Bing's firm declaration resounded, countless eyes turned to the silver-eyed youth. Moments later, a deafening cheer erupted, shaking the heavens and the earth.
Despite the evident enmity between Mo Yu and the Master Zhu Jian, at this moment, as he claimed the championship of the Refining Convention, Mo Yu was undeniably the most dazzling presence in the arena.
Many young and beautiful women, upon seeing Mo Yu remove his mask and reveal an unparalleled handsome face, couldn't help but have stars in their eyes, their gazes brimming with admiration.
Lan Yingying and her companions also gazed at the spotlight-stealing Mo Yu with envy. In this moment, he was undoubtedly the most radiant protagonist of the scene.
The title of Refining Convention Champion symbolized not only prestige but also the hallmark of a peak expert. Historically, champions of the tournament who avoided premature demise invariably became formidable figures in this realm.
This alone was enough to make everyone realize the astonishing potential hidden within this seemingly lean youth.
Bei Hao, meanwhile, stared at Mo Yu with a face full of hatred. His eyes burned with jealousy, but more than that, they carried a venomous grudge. However, upon glancing at his own teacher, his lips curled into a mocking sneer.
"Mo Yu, huh? I didn't expect you to win the championship. However, my junior apprentice brother was rumored to be my master's illegitimate son. You killed him and even dared to participate in the tournament. You're courting death!"
While the audience erupted in cheers for Mo Yu, high above, the Master Zhu Jian's expression remained as cold as ever. Fixing his gaze on Mo Yu, he declared in a chilling and murderous tone:
"So, you're Mo Yu. You've finally chosen to reveal yourself. Today, I shall avenge my disciple!"
This was the first true confrontation between the Master Zhu Jian and Mo Yu. His eyes were filled with an intense killing intent.
"Master Zhu Jian, Mo Yu is the champion of this tournament. This means he is now an honorary elder of our Weapon Alliance. You cannot act rashly!" Elder Bing immediately intervened upon hearing this, attempting to dissuade him.
"Hmph! Bing Li, you cannot stop me. I will kill this brat! Who in the Weapon Alliance dares to stop me?!" With these words, the Master Zhu Jian's powerful aura erupted violently.
At the same time, the Master Zhu Jian glanced toward Elder Cai Ya and the others. Although their brows furrowed slightly, none of them showed any intention of stepping in.
After all, their earlier intervention to stop the Master Zhu Jian was merely to prevent Qiu Yuanqiao from claiming victory. Now that this possibility was out of the picture, they had no reason to oppose the Master Zhu Jian on Mo Yu's behalf.
Seeing this, Elder Bing's brows furrowed slightly. However, he chose to remain silent. The Weapon Alliance was, after all, a loose organization. He had no authority to command the other elders.
"Master Zhu Jian, regardless of the circumstances, I won't let you harm Mo Yu!" Elder Bing stepped in front of the Master Zhu Jian and declared resolutely.
Hearing this, the Master Zhu Jian's brows furrowed slightly. Then, he sneered, "Bing Li, I knew you'd try to stop me. Do you think I came unprepared?"
As his words fell, the Master Zhu Jian looked toward the northwest and shouted, "Jian Zun Zhe, I'll leave this to you!"
A piercing sound of rushing wind suddenly echoed across the tournament grounds.
Everyone was astonished to see a colossal sword, ten zhang long, slicing through the sky. In an instant, it appeared above the square.
The massive sword trembled briefly before shattering into countless light particles. From within, dozens of figures descended gracefully from the sky, hovering in mid-air.
Leading the group was an elderly man, slightly hunched and dressed in plain hemp robes, who appeared as unassuming as any old man among the common folk.
But those with discerning eyes knew full well that this inconspicuous elder was an exceptionally terrifying figure.
Behind him stood four elderly men, dressed in black, green, red, and blue. Each carried an imposing longsword on their backs, exuding a powerful, intimidating aura.
Beyond them, dozens of sharp-eyed, sword-wielding experts stood in formation.
In the audience, countless people stared wide-eyed at the spectacle above. The immense, overwhelming sword energy radiating from the group caused even the surrounding environment to shift.
"The Jian Zun Zhe! The leader of the Ten Thousand Sword Pavilion is here!"
"And the Four Sword-Guarding Elders, each a peak Dou Zong expert! They've come as well!"
"Are all these people from the Ten Thousand Sword Pavilion?"
"Why would they come to Ten Thousand Weapons City with such a terrifying display?"
"Didn't the Master Zhu Jian just say these people are his reinforcements?"
"Reinforcements... I remember now! Mo Yu is also being hunted by the Ten Thousand Sword Pavilion."
"The Ten Thousand Sword Pavilion mobilized so many experts to hunt down Mo Yu. It looks like he'll be the shortest-lived champion in the history of the tournament."
"…"
The audience was in uproar. No one had expected the Ten Thousand Sword Pavilion to deploy such a massive force just to deal with Mo Yu, practically emptying their ranks of top-tier experts.
Even Qiu Yuanqiao froze in astonishment, then shot Mo Yu a cold smile.
With the combined forces of the Ten Thousand Sword Pavilion and the Master Zhu Jian hunting him, even under Elder Bing's protection, Mo Yu's survival seemed all but impossible!
The oppressive sword energy in the sky spread like a dome, pausing only after encompassing the entire Ten Thousand Weapons City. Then, it gradually stabilized, forming a barrier that entirely sealed the city off.
While the residents panicked at the sudden emergence of this sword energy barrier, the hunched elder at the forefront of the Ten Thousand Sword Pavilion's group stepped forward.
His piercing eyes swept across the arena before locking onto Mo Yu.
Then, a calm, aged voice resonated across the field, amplified by his boundless Dou Qi.
"Mo Yu, I am the Jian Zun Zhe, leader of the Ten Thousand Sword Pavilion. The death of Sun Wuji, a member of my Pavilion's Refiners Hall, is linked to you. Come with me to the Pavilion. Refuse, and die!"
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