Chapter 1318: Flying Dragon Soaring to the Heavens!
Chapter 1317: Flying Dragon Soaring to the Heavens!
Not only True-Person Huá—even Mo Hua’s eyes revealed a stunned brilliance.
The first person he thought of was the Young Chieftain of the Wujiao Tribe.
Little Senior Brother’s dragon transformation and the Wujiao Young Chieftain’s dragon transformation seemed, in outward appearance, to share striking similarities.
But unlike the Wujiao Young Chieftain, whose draconic power came from external dragon runes—carved onto his body after birth—Little Senior Brother’s draconic power seemed to originate from an innate bloodline awakening, perfectly fused with his entire physique.
This kind of bloodline [Dragon Transformation] seemed to be the truly natural form of dragon transformation.
He was more like someone who commanded draconic power, rather than someone dominated by it.
Seeing Bai Zisheng in this state, every cultivator present grew solemn, their hearts shaken.
Xiao Ruohan felt bitter inside and slowly shook his head.
“Bloodline… again.”
Back in the Heavenly Sword Sect, Xiao Wuchen had relied on bloodline power to forcibly suppress him, becoming the sect’s number one.
Now, even after unleashing the pinnacle sword arts of his lifetime and fighting desperately, all he had achieved was forcing out Bai Zisheng’s bloodline form.
A deep sense of powerlessness spread through Xiao Ruohan’s heart.
For ordinary cultivators, spiritual roots were a natural chasm, separating common cultivators from heavenly geniuses.
But for geniuses like Xiao Ruohan, bloodlines had become yet another chasm.
Only those with bloodlines could ascend to the peak and become true top-tier prodigies.
True supreme powerhouses all possessed supreme bloodlines.
The second-stage “Dragon Transformation” before their eyes—Bai Zisheng’s overwhelmingly oppressive form—was the most perfect annotation of the word “bloodline.”
Even ordinary geniuses, merely sensing the draconic bloodline pressure emanating from Bai Zisheng, felt their meridians tremble.
This was bloodline suppression.
And what’s more, this was top-tier bloodline pressure from the Bai Clan of the Sixth-Grade Ancestral Dragon Lands.
The gathered geniuses exchanged glances, seeing deep wariness in each other’s eyes.
Meanwhile, after his surprise, Xuanyuan Jing glanced at Xiao Ruohan, confusion arising in his heart.
Though Xiao Ruohan had lost, he had still forced out Bai Zisheng’s second-stage dragon transformation.
From the earlier battle, Xiao Ruohan wasn’t weak—far from it.
In fact, compared to the vast majority of Dao Province disciples, he was much stronger.
Placed in the Dao Province, he could easily be considered a first-rate genius.
Although Dao Province was the land of the central Dao Court, harboring disciples of ancient noble clans, the Qianxue Prefecture gathered talents from all Nine Provinces, the disciples it nurtured were not much inferior.
Yet someone like Xiao Ruohan had still failed to seize first place in the Qianxue Sword Debate?
And even more absurd was that, someone like Xiao Ruohan had lost to that kid named Mo Hua?
Xuanyuan Jing shifted his gaze and looked again at Mo Hua.
From appearances alone, aside from that face, Mo Hua’s entire body—from blood vitality to spiritual power—seemed utterly unremarkable.
How, exactly, had this Mo Hua defeated Xiao Ruohan?
Moreover, Xuanyuan Jing could sense that although Xiao Ruohan appeared disdainful toward Mo Hua, deep down he harbored genuine wariness.
This proved that even Xiao Ruohan did not dare underestimate Mo Hua.
But… what exactly was he wary of?
What could there possibly be about Mo Hua—head to toe—that warranted such caution?
Xuanyuan Jing frowned slightly, unable to understand.
Mo Hua, meanwhile, was staring at Bai Zisheng in a daze.
One man, one spear, slaughtering in all directions—Little Senior Brother’s current posture was exactly the self Mo Hua had once imagined.
Unfortunately, he was born physically weak, unable to temper the body, forced to scrape by using spells and formations.
Only in the world of divine sense could he occasionally indulge in the thrill of fists meeting flesh.
Inside the encampment, after Bai Zisheng activated dragon transformation, silence reigned for a long while.
After a moment, someone spoke:
“Who’s next?”
The gathered geniuses fell silent again. Then a Dao Province noble disciple sneered:
“Hybrid dragon transformation? Just empty bluster. I’ll test him.”
Hybrid dragon transformation?
Mo Hua frowned, not understanding what that meant.
That Dao Province disciple flashed forward, brandishing a long halberd, executing an ancient Dao technique, crimson clouds billowing.
Bai Zisheng, like a white dragon, clashed with him head-on.
After dragon transformation, Bai Zisheng’s strength rose yet another level. In less than several dozen exchanges, he swept the Dao Province disciple away with a single spear strike.
Defeated, the disciple’s chest shook violently; he spat blood, unwilling to accept defeat and wanted to continue.
But upon raising his head and seeing killing intent rising in Bai Zisheng’s eyes, his heart turned cold. He did not hesitate and withdrew.
After the Dao Province disciple’s defeat, it was Qianxue’s turn, and Feng Zichen stepped up.
Feng Zichen felt bitter inside.
He had wanted to wait, to pick up scraps, but waiting and waiting, he ended up facing Bai Zisheng’s second stage.
Truly terrible luck.
With no choice, he hardened his resolve and stepped forward.
Feng Zichen specialized in movement techniques and possessed supreme arts from two lineages:
Carefree Gate’s Carefree Wind-Treading Art, and the Feng Clan’s Eight Trigrams Roaming-Wind Step.
His sword arts were also wind-aspected, excelling in speed.
Mo Hua had once experienced Feng Zichen’s movement techniques; after years apart, they had grown even more refined.
But Bai Zisheng had also trained movement techniques alongside Mo Hua since childhood.
He was no weaker—and after dragon transformation, his advances and retreats carried the grace of a roaming dragon, offense and defense unified, making him extremely difficult to deal with.
Feng Zichen gained no advantage.
All of his strength relied on movement. If his movement held superiority, he could toy with others using speed.
If not… he had little chance of victory.
Sure enough, before long, Bai Zisheng pierced his leg with a spear, crippling his movement entirely.
Bai Zisheng did not kill him, he merely flicked him away with the spear, sending him crashing to the ground.
Feng Zichen felt both furious and somewhat ashamed.
After Feng Zichen’s defeat, the Dao Province side refused to let Bai Zisheng rest. Another challenger quickly stepped out and engaged him.
On Lesser Black Tortoise Mountain, dragon roars rose once more, killing intent clashing.
Bai Zisheng’s spear momentum remained ferocious and unrivaled.
Yet as Mo Hua watched, his brows suddenly knit, a sense of unease stirring.
After dragon transformation, Little Senior Brother was indeed powerful, but his “opponents” were simply too many. One after another, all were geniuses from Qianxue or the Dao Province.
Such relentless rotation battles, no one could endure them.
Not to mention that Little Senior Brother had already been on the run for a long time.
This dragon transformation was forcibly activating bloodline power, already damaging his foundation.
If this continued…
Mo Hua frowned deeply, confusion rising, and he took the initiative to ask Huá Pīng beside him:
“This Bai Zisheng… he’s from the Bai Clan. He’s wanted, yet the Bai Clan sends no one to question it? Or…”
…to protect Little Senior Brother?
Huá Pīng ignored Mo Hua. Earlier, when she had spoken to him, he hadn’t responded at all.
Mo Hua sighed helplessly. “Miss, I was wrong.”
Huá Pīng said coldly, “Then next time I knock on your door…”
Mo Hua replied at once, “I’ll definitely open it.”
Huá Pīng’s expression eased slightly.
She nodded faintly.
“Since you asked, I’ll mercifully tell you.”
She leaned closer, lowering her voice.
“This Bai Zisheng—though a direct descendant of the Bai Clan—has been marginalized. Within the clan, he has poor relations.”
“Moreover, his origins seem unclear. No one knows who his biological father is. He once committed grave mistakes, and his Longevity Talisman even shattered once.”
“So from top to bottom, he’s been suspected and neglected. Few care about him.”
“Many matters of cultivation, he’s had to rely on himself.”
“Coming to the Great Wilderness, he was all alone as well… The Bai Clan never once intervened in the war here…”
Mo Hua froze. “How do you know so much?? Do you know this Bai Zisheng??”
Huá Pīng nodded, then shook her head. “Not really know him… I’ve met him a few times before, learned a little… After all, ever since Bai Zisheng entered the Great Wilderness, he’s been working under my uncle…’
“Working under your uncle??’ Mo Hua was stunned, then his heart jolted. “True-Person Huá??”
“Mm.” Huá Pīng nodded. She was about to continue, when a low, cold voice suddenly sounded beside her ear:
“Ping’er…”
Huá Pīng turned her head and saw True-Person Huá’s expressionless face.
She pressed her lips together and fell silent.
Mo Hua glanced at True-Person Huá as well. Seeing his displeased expression, he lowered his gaze and stopped asking—but inside his heart, stormy waves were already surging.
True-Person Huá!!!!
That old schemer!!
He didn’t suddenly set his sights on Little Senior Brother—he had already begun plotting the moment Little Senior Brother entered the Great Wilderness!
And with Mo Hua’s sharp mind, he understood it instantly.
From the very beginning, True-Person Huá must have approached Little Senior Brother under the guise of a Feathered Ascension expert from a great Dao Province clan, winning his trust by every means, probing and learning all his details…
Then he personally betrayed him, setting the trap with his own hands, hunting Little Senior Brother down.
In this world, the hardest thing to guard against is the backstab of someone familiar.
Because they know you, they know your flaws.
Because they know you, there’s no way to guard against them.
Mo Hua took a deep breath and looked again at Bai Zisheng, who was still fighting.
No wonder… no wonder Little Senior Brother could never escape the Huá Clan’s control…
And no wonder Little Senior Brother had always been so taciturn, not saying a single word…
Mo Hua looked once more into Little Senior Brother’s eyes.
Before, he thought that gaze held arrogance, obsession, aloof pride…
But now he suddenly understood, within it was icy rage, and bone-deep loneliness.
Spurned by the Bai Clan.
Rejected by his clansmen.
Betrayed by True-Person Huá.
Framed. Slandered. Isolated and helpless. Surrounded and hunted by all.
Alone, fleeing day and night, fighting through life and death again and again.
And now, reduced to a stepping stone for a crowd of Heaven’s Chosen to make their names.
Yet in everyone else’s eyes, he was merely a Bai Clan traitor, a Dao Court criminal, a bloodline-powered “monster’ that had to be brought down.
Mo Hua’s heart suddenly ached.
This person… was his only Little Senior Brother.
In the midst of slaughter, Bai Zisheng suddenly sensed a familiar, concerned Divine-Sense. He froze, turned his head to look:
What he saw was a hall filled with clan disciples, Heaven’s Chosen gathered like clouds.
All of them had come to kill him—without exception.
Above them sat True-Person Huá.
Beside him was another Feathered Ascension expert, seemingly casual, yet unfathomably deep.
Two Feathered Ascension experts presiding…
Further away, Huá Clan Golden Core elders watched like tigers eyeing prey. Even farther, Dao soldiers stood with blades and swords gleaming.
In the entire Great Wilderness, he stood alone.
And everyone in the Great Wilderness wanted him dead.
Those he trusted would betray him.
Those he knew would assassinate him.
Even the unfamiliar Heaven’s Chosen were all encircling him, hunting him, exhausting every means to take his life.
The entire Great Wilderness was a death prison riddled with killing intent.
This was the cultivation world, no warmth at all. Even for a Heaven’s Chosen, one wrong step meant death.
Bai Zisheng’s heart grew cold once more.
He tightened his grip on the long spear, feeling the icy killing intent upon it, and launched into another round of slaughter.
All Bai Zisheng could do was keep fighting. Keep killing.
He no longer knew how long he had fought, how many people he had crossed hands with, how many wounds covered his body. Much of it had gone numb, he moved on instinct alone, driving the Dragon Returning Spear, fighting one powerful enemy after another, as if in a desperate “flow’ state.
Meanwhile, the Heaven’s Chosen of Qianxue and Dao Province fell one after another.
Something finally felt wrong.
A question suddenly surfaced in everyone’s mind:
“Don’t tell me… even with all the Heaven’s Chosen attacking, they still can’t kill this Bai Zisheng??”
“Then…”
Their faces would be completely lost. And how would they answer to the Dao Court?
Everyone couldn’t help but look toward the few remaining, strongest Heaven’s Chosen who had yet to act.
Heavenly Dao Sect’s Shen Cangfeng.
Dragon Cauldron Sect’s Ao Zheng.
Yuwen Hua of the Yuwen Clan.
And Xuanyuan Jing of the Xuanyuan Clan.
These were the last ones left, and without realizing it, their mentality had changed.
Strike early and lose to a powerful Bai Zisheng—understandable.
Strike late and lose to an already exhausted Bai Zisheng—utterly humiliating.
Now the pressure fell squarely on their shoulders.
Ao Zheng grit his teeth. “I’ll go!”
With dragon stride and tiger steps, he charged into the battlefield, using Dragon Cauldron Sect’s supreme art—the Dragon Cauldron Body-Refining Art—to face Bai Zisheng head-on.
The Dragon Cauldron Body-Refining Art was an ancient, top-tier inheritance.
It was said the founding ancestor of Dragon Cauldron Sect once had “merit in following the dragon,’ and thus passed down the Dragon Cauldron Art—using karmic dragon blood to cleanse marrow and sinews, using the azure cauldron aspect to refine the body.
Ao Zheng’s Dragon Cauldron Body-Refining Art and Bai Zisheng’s Dragon Returning Spear seemed to share some ancestral origin.
Yet now, two disciples of the Dao were locked in a life-and-death struggle.
Ao Zheng’s Dragon Cauldron refinement had advanced another level compared to years past, already forming the embryonic shape of a karmic dragon azure cauldron.
But he could never obtain true dragon blood for tempering.
Dragons were exalted beings, even a karmic dragon beneath a true dragon was no ordinary creature.
And the Dragon Cauldron refinement required vast quantities of dragon blood. Even Ao Zheng could only use heaven-and-earth spiritual materials imbued with karmic dragon aura to cultivate it.
Without dragon blood, its power was greatly diminished.
Bai Zisheng’s dragon power, however, came from his bloodline.
And within the Dragon Returning Spear surged dense Azure Dragon might.
Once they clashed, the outcome was obvious.
After a fierce bout of twin dragons tearing at each other, mountains warped and Ao Zheng was defeated.
Next came Yuwen Hua.
A Heaven’s Chosen of the Yuwen Clan, bearer of the Nine Heavens Profound Crane bloodline, wielding a silver long spear, he fought Bai Zisheng for hundreds of exchanges, yet also fell.
The final Heaven’s Chosen from Qianxue Prefecture was Shen Cangfeng of Heavenly Dao Sect.
Shen Cangfeng cultivated the Heaven-Splitting Earth-Rending Sword Art of Heavenly Dao Sect—using a heavy sword to store sword qi, terrifying in power, one of the sect’s most ancient sword arts.
But it was a heavy-sword technique, slow to activate.
Back at the Sword Debate Assembly, when Shen Cangfeng fought Mo Hua, he was targeted and calculated against at every turn, this sword never even landed.
But Bai Zisheng was not Mo Hua.
He fought openly and uprightly, allowing Shen Cangfeng to unleash this strike.
The might of the Heaven-Splitting Earth-Rending Sword was truly world-shaking.
An entire section of Lesser Black Tortoise Mountain was sheared away.
Yet dragon-transformed Bai Zisheng, using the invincible spear momentum of Nine Dragons Returning to Origin, forcibly took that fully charged heavy sword head-on.
Bai Zisheng’s injuries deepened, the bloodstains on his white robes growing darker.
Shen Cangfeng, however, turned ashen—having overdrawn his spiritual power, his world-shaking sword had still been blocked.
There was no doubt, he had lost.
At this point, among the full hall of Heaven’s Chosen, only one remained.
Xuanyuan Jing.
Xuanyuan Jing’s pupils shrank slightly. He did not retreat, but sneered coldly, rose slowly, and stepped onto the battlefield.
Bai Zisheng was drenched in blood, having fought to this point without knowing life or death, numb to pain, like an Azure Dragon trapped in a well, able only to fight to the end.
Opposite him, Xuanyuan Jing stood immaculate, refined like a noble young lord.
Xuanyuan Jing drew a golden sword and pointed it at Bai Zisheng.
“Today, I will use the Xuanyuan Sword Art to behead you, you sinful dragon.”
Bai Zisheng’s expression was indifferent. He said nothing.
Xuanyuan Jing gave him no chance to catch his breath.
Golden blood threads floated around his body; double images appeared in his pupils. He seemed like an ancient emperor reborn.
This was the inherited bloodline power of the Xuanyuan Clan.
The bloodline of a human sovereign.
The moment this power erupted, Mo Hua’s heart trembled. He immediately realized that this seemingly unremarkable Xuanyuan Jing was in fact an extremely powerful bloodline heavenly prodigy.
His bloodline power even faintly surpassed that of the former Four Peerless Prodigies of Qianxue.
Dao Province truly possessed deep foundations and endless talent.
“Little Senior Brother is… in danger…”
Mo Hua frowned slightly.
On the other side, Bai Zisheng—cornered to the brink—didn’t care who his enemy was.
Before him, there was only one path:
Fight.
Bai Zisheng, bearing Azure Dragon power, and Xuanyuan Jing, bearing the Xuanyuan bloodline, clashed atop the mountain peak in their final, ferocious battle.
Only then did everyone witness firsthand the terror of true bloodline power.
Dragon roars shook the nine heavens. Golden-red sword light flooded the air. The two forces intertwined.
The already shattered mountains were further pulverized, some carved into long dragon-shaped trenches by dragon force, others cleaved clean through by the Xuanyuan sword.
This no longer looked like a battle between Foundation Establishment cultivators.
It barely even looked like humans fighting.
It was more like two “inhuman’ monsters locked in slaughter.
By the end, Mo Hua’s vision was almost completely drowned in spiritual power, sword qi, spear shadows, dragon roars, and golden-red bloodlight—he could see nothing clearly.
The aftershocks even spread to the camp.
The ground trembled beneath their feet. Razor-sharp winds cut their faces. Bloodline pressure made hearts quake.
Mo Hua’s expression remained calm.
True-Person Zhuge waved a hand, condensing an Eight Trigrams phantom to shield Mo Hua, sparing him from the battle’s fallout.
At the same time, True-Person Zhuge thought to himself:
“Could it really be… that the era of great contention has arrived?? Why are Foundation Establishment cultivators these days one fiercer than the next…”
He had no idea that the fiercest Foundation Establishment of them all was currently being protected right by his hand.
This earth-shaking battle also made True-Person Huá’s gaze burn with excitement, rendering the other prodigies dull by comparison.
No one knew how long the slaughter lasted. When the battle fluctuations finally subsided, sword qi and dragon shadows faded, and only then could everyone see the situation clearly.
Bai Zisheng had finally been suppressed.
Xuanyuan Jing’s sword qi was clearly a step above Bai Zisheng’s.
Bai Zisheng’s injuries worsened, dragon scales cracked, shoulders and arms covered in blood.
Xuanyuan Jing was also injured, but far less severely.
Moreover, after so many brutal battles, Bai Zisheng’s stamina was completely overdrawn.
Anyone with eyes could see it, the outcome was essentially decided.
Bai Zisheng was finally going to be captured.
The crowd exhaled in relief, yet also felt deep regret, and even a hint of jealousy. Jealous of their bloodlines. Jealous of these true Peerless prodigies. Jealous of how dazzlingly they had stolen the spotlight.
Mo Hua frowned slightly, worry rising as he murmured inwardly:
“Little Senior Brother…”
Xuanyuan Jing used all manner of sharp and domineering sword forms, further draining Bai Zisheng’s blood qi. Seeing that the timing was about right, he prepared to finish things with the final, ultimate move of the Xuanyuan Sword, to take Bai Zisheng’s life in one stroke.
But just as his sword qi finished condensing—
He suddenly saw that Bai Zisheng before him had changed completely.
Earlier, his white robes were bloodstained, his presence arrogant and overwhelming.
But now—all his aura had fully withdrawn into his own body.
Even his bloodline began to contract.
When his bloodline compressed to the absolute limit, it was as if a flame ignited within it.
This kind of bloodline combustion contained an incomparably terrifying power.
Bai Zisheng’s entire body was scorched by his bloodline, his skin split apart, boiling-hot blood spilling out.
Yet that blood was no longer red.
It was half black, half yellow.
At the sight of the blood on his body, Xuanyuan Jing’s expression turned pale with shock.
And in the distance, True-Person Huá suddenly rose to his feet, eyes filled with disbelief as he muttered:
“The dragon battles in the wilds; its blood is dark and yellow… This actually exists…’
Mo Hua’s pupils shrank. He turned to look at True-Person Zhuge beside him, who stood dazed and absent-minded.
“True-Person… what does this mean…?’
True-Person Zhuge took a deep breath, forcibly suppressing the shock in his chest. He shook his head at Mo Hua, signaling him not to ask further.
Seeing the blood on Bai Zisheng’s body, seeing his current state, a chill rose from the depths of Xuanyuan Jing’s heart.
He knew…
He was almost certainly going to lose.
Because he had forced this monster called Bai Zisheng into his “third stage.”
A desperate state. Empty blood. Overdrawn strength. Burning the bloodline.
The third-stag 【Berserk.】
Xuanyuan Jing’s hand gripping the sword hilt trembled slightly.
But at this moment, among the hall full of prodigies, he was the only one left standing. He could not retreat, and the pride of a peerless prodigy would not allow him to retreat.
Xuanyuan Jing urged his sword qi and charged toward Bai Zisheng in his third-stage “berserk” state.
And this time, he truly understood what despair meant.
Under the “Mysterious Yellow Dragon-Blood” state, Bai Zisheng’s bloodline pressure had almost condensed into substance, shrouding everything around him.
It was as if the will of a battle-slain Azure Dragon had descended upon the world.
The moment Xuanyuan Jing stepped into Bai Zisheng’s bloodline domain, his chest shook violently. Crushed by terrifying dragon might, he nearly spat out blood.
At the same time, the blood flowing through his entire body seemed to feel fear, its flow slowing down.
The Human Emperor bloodline was not inferior to the Azure Dragon bloodline.
But the depth of his bloodline awakening was far inferior to Bai Zisheng’s.
And Bai Zisheng, in his third stage, relied on burning his bloodline to gain a brief replenishment of power.
With the battle intent of “Dragon Battles in the Wilds” empowering him, Bai Zisheng entered a state of extreme focus. His eyes held only battle. He could mobilize his physical body to the utmost, mind and body as one—man and spear united.
Bai Zisheng raised his hand.
Amplified by Mysterious Yellow Dragon-Blood, he swept his spear horizontally.
Xuanyuan Jing raised his sword to block. His qi and blood churned violently; his entire body was numbed by the impact.
Before he could recover, Bai Zisheng’s second spear was already upon him.
Each spear strike, each move looked simple, yet ancient and heavy, containing dreadful Azure Dragon power, even trailing a faint dark-black afterimage.
The first few strikes, Xuanyuan Jing could barely hold on.
But later, he could not block them at all.
He was a prodigy of the Xuanyuan clan, a top-tier Heaven’s Chosen who had awakened his bloodline. Yet before Bai Zisheng, who had awakened “Mysterious Yellow Dragon-Blood,” under total bloodline suppression, he felt as though he were nothing more than an ordinary person.
He was one man, fighting a berserk monster.
In less than thirty exchanges, Xuanyuan Jing was defeated.
Bai Zisheng knocked the Xuanyuan Sword from his hand with a single spear, pierced through his shoulder with another, then blasted him a hundred zhang away with yet another strike, leaving him utterly disheveled.
Xuanyuan Jing spat out a mouthful of blood. Even in defeat, his eyes were still filled with shock and disbelief.
He had never imagined, that in this world, there truly existed someone who could stimulate the dragon bloodline to such an extent.
“Mysterious Yellow Dragon-Blood…”
…
At this point, this great encirclement had ended.
All the prodigies of the great clans present had been defeated by Bai Zisheng, who was strong to the point of being monstrous.
Inside the encampment, deathly silence fell. Not a single sound was heard.
Bai Zisheng still stood there, like an invincible demonic prodigy.
True-Person Huá frowned deeply, realizing that matters had slipped beyond his control.
Originally, he had planned to create an opportunity for these clan scions, to have them jointly eliminate Bai Zisheng, handing over this “fame and merit” to the gathered prodigies.
The Huá Clan could then remain uninvolved, merely stealing Bai Zisheng’s bloodline corpse in secret afterward.
But now…
All the prodigies present were no match for Bai Zisheng.
Even True-Person Huá had never anticipated this.
Bai Zisheng was simply…too outrageously strong.
A trace of regret rose in True-Person Huá’s heart, along with mounting anxiety.
At present, Bai Zisheng under “Mysterious Yellow Dragon-Blood” was a complete monster. No one could deal with him.
And his most precious bloodline was still burning away bit by bit…
True-Person Huá frowned deeply. Left with no choice, he personally stepped forward, walking to the front of the encampment and said to Bai Zisheng:
“Bai Zisheng… enough. Stop.”
Bai Zisheng looked at True-Person Huá coldly.
True-Person Huá said, “Surrender. I can submit a memorial to the Dao Court and plead on your behalf. Your actions can all be dealt with leniently, as long as you surrender.”
These words seemed to truly enrage Bai Zisheng.
Killing intent flashed in his eyes. Countless resentments surged in his heart, beyond words. In the end, he only raised his spear to point straight at True-Person Huá and said coldly:
“If you hadn’t cultivated for several hundred years already, I would have ended your life with a single spear!”
That razor-sharp aura crashed forward. Even True-Person Huá’s gaze hardened, his heart trembling slightly.
That was a genuine threat.
A warning on the level of causality.
He knew that what Bai Zisheng said might truly be true.
Such a monstrous prodigy—if given another hundred years of cultivation—really might kill him.
True-Person Huá’s expression gradually turned cold.
He said slowly, “Right now, you are burning your own bloodline. With every bit you burn, you lose a bit of it. Once it’s gone, your bloodline will be gone, and so will your life.’
Bai Zisheng said resolutely, “My bloodline would rather burn away together with my life than allow any abomination to lay a hand on it.’
True-Person Huá clenched his teeth in secret.
He was truly beginning to panic.
He knew this was Bai Zisheng’s final “resistance,” he would rather burn his bloodline completely than leave it to him.
If the bloodline was truly burned away, then all his schemes would come to nothing.
Even a corpse would do, as long as the bloodline remained…
True-Person Huá gave a cold order:
“Do it!’
He had not wanted to act directly, but since things had come to this, the Huá Clan could only dirty their hands.
Several Golden Core cultivators of the Huá Clan immediately rushed at Bai Zisheng.
But the moment they entered Bai Zisheng’s Mysterious Yellow Dragon-Blood domain, they instantly felt that terrifying bloodline suppression. They felt like tiny ants beneath dragon might—fear surging uncontrollably, limbs turning weak.
They knew this fear was wrong.
Yet they were utterly powerless to resist it.
Bai Zisheng’s long spear moved like a dragon, skewering these Golden Core cultivators one after another.
These Golden Cores possessed no bloodline power to begin with. Within a second-rank mountain realm, they were far inferior to Xuanyuan Jing, and utterly incapable of opposing Bai Zisheng, who bore the Azure Dragon bloodline.
Bai Zisheng still held back against other prodigies.
But toward the Huá Clan…
He hated them to the bone. Not a single one was spared.
Although killing these Golden Cores further overdrew his bloodline power, his aura had already begun to waver, yet his will remained firm. Killing intent was icy sharp. His bloodline continued to burn, sustaining his Mysterious Yellow Dragon-Blood state, until death in battle.
True-Person Huá ground his teeth, anxiety tearing at him like blades and fire.
If this continued, Bai Zisheng would truly burn away his bloodline, along with his very life.
And at this moment, within the second-rank mountain realm, there was no one who could be Bai Zisheng’s match in such a state.
Under the restrictions of the Heavenly Dao, before such deeply awakened bloodlines, even Feathered Ascension might not help.
If this went on, all his plans would be completely destroyed…
True-Person Huá felt his heart bleeding.
Everyone else wore grave expressions as well, watching Bai Zisheng—monster-like—emotions tangled with fear, shock, and awe.
True-Person Huá’s gaze hardened.
“We absolutely cannot let him keep burning like this…’
Just as he was about to ignore all rules and personally strike, determined to kill Bai Zisheng at any cost.
A cold laugh suddenly rang out.
Someone said:
“Just a mere Bai Zisheng, and so many Heaven’s Chosen can’t even take him down? How ridiculous.’
True-Person Huá froze. Everyone else shuddered and turned to look.
They saw Mo Hua slowly stand up, a trace of disdainful cold laughter at the corner of his mouth.
“I only need to make a single move to easily take Bai Zisheng down.’
“Today, I’ll let you all see with your own eyes, what a true genius is, and what it really means to be… a peerless Heaven’s Chosen!’
Mo Hua’s words were extremely arrogant, his aura exceedingly overbearing, stunning everyone present.
Even True-Person Zhuge was momentarily bluffed by Mo Hua’s exaggerated presence, forgetting to restrain him from acting recklessly.
Mo Hua moved with extreme speed. With a light flick of his finger, he activated divine-sense telekinesis.
Within the encampment, a perfectly ordinary long spear flew into Mo Hua’s hand.
Mo Hua executed the Flowing-Water Step. A flash of blue light—and he was already at the front of the camp. He shouted loudly:
“Bai Zisheng!!’
“Today, I—Mo Hua of the Great Void Sect—will cut you down beneath my feet!’
His clear voice echoed through the mountains for a long time.
At the mountain peak, Bai Zisheng—who had already resolved to die, intending to burn his life and bloodline to ashes to preserve his clan’s secrets—shuddered violently at these words. An indescribable emotion instantly flooded his chest.
Bai Zisheng…
I am Mo Hua of the Great Void Sect…
Mo Hua…
He said… Mo Hua??
At the brink of exhaustion in a life-and-death struggle, hearing the name “Mo Hua,” Bai Zisheng’s chest trembled violently. His eyes grew moist.
He raised his head and looked toward the front of the encampment.
Amidst layers of enemies, there stood a thin figure.
Blood streamed from the corner of his eyes, mingled with tears. His vision was blurry; he couldn’t see the face clearly.
But that silhouette.
That voice…
Indeed carried traces of the familiar shadow of his little junior brother from long ago.
“But… how is that possible…’
“My little junior brother… how could he be here?’
“True-Person Huá… he’s lying to me again… He wants to deceive me, make me trust him, turn me into meat on the Huá Clan’s chopping block… He…’
The always-cold-minded Bai Zisheng suddenly fell into emotional turmoil.
And at that very moment, he heard another shout by his ear, clear and resounding, shaking heaven and earth:
“Flying Dragon Soaring in the Heavens!!’
Bai Zisheng suddenly looked up.
He saw that distant figure leap into the sky, carrying faint blue waterlight—graceful as a startled swan, agile as a roaming dragon.
Then the long spear fell like a rainbow, in an extremely imposing, yet utterly flashy and impractical posture, it stabbed straight down.
The figure before his eyes felt somewhat unfamiliar, as if he had grown quite a bit.
Yet it gradually overlapped with the most familiar, most cherished figure in his memories.
As the spear in the air was about to strike, Bai Zisheng’s Azure Dragon bloodline instinctively surged, ready to counterattack.
But in that instant, he reacted.
This might be…
My little junior brother…
How could I possibly hurt my little junior brother?
Bai Zisheng clenched his teeth, forcibly suppressing the power of Mysterious Yellow Dragon-Blood.
Without the slightest resistance, he allowed Mo Hua’s Flying Dragon Soaring in the Heavens to pierce his forehead.
As though the spear tip of childhood had struck between his brows.
Memories surged back like a tidal wave.
From start to finish, Bai Zisheng—invincible like a monster—could no longer stand. He collapsed heavily to the ground.
It looked as if he had been knocked down by Mo Hua’s single spear.
True-Person Huá and the others stared in shock, unable to believe their eyes.
Lying on the ground, in a hazy daze, Bai Zisheng saw that familiar face, eyebrows like a painting, and a pair of eyes brighter than the stars.
At the same time, he seemed to hear a faint, barely audible voice by his ear, scolding him irritably:
“Better to live miserably than die foolishly. Don’t gamble your life away, idiot!!”
That scolding tone… was incredibly familiar.
He had heard it many times before.
It really was…
His little junior brother.
That little junior brother he thought he would never see again in this lifetime.
Bai Zisheng felt his chest convulse violently. Tears finally overflowed from the corners of his eyes, mixing with blood as they flowed down his cheeks.