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Chapter 125: Long Aotian Crushes All! The Overwhelming Power of Long Aotian! The Best Heir to the Ch
Chapter 125: Long Aotian Crushes All! The Overwhelming Power of Long Aotian! The Best Heir to the Chaotic Ancient Heritage (Part 2)
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A thunderous boom shook the heavens.
The entire small world trembled.
Long Aotian exuded an overwhelming aura, reaching his peak in an instant. At this moment, he seemed like an immortal god, and even the numerous Holy Sons and Holy Daughters present were not in his eyes.
The expressions of the Talents were extremely unpleasant.
Gu Yue Fangyuan, on the other hand, felt rather helpless.
Damn it! Long Aotian is actually setting me up! Why did he suddenly mention my name for no reason? I don't believe Long Aotian would have such a malicious sense of humor. It's clear that he's trying to drag me into this and make me share the hatred directed at him! Long Aotian might not be concerned about these Talents, but once my name is mentioned, who wouldn't guess that I was the 'mysterious person' who targeted the Feather Clan?
Moreover, if they are suppressed or defeated by Long Aotian, perhaps some of them will want to cause trouble for me and seek revenge on me? This is truly troublesome.
Gu Yue Fangyuan felt helpless.
The numerous Holy Sons and Holy Daughters present couldn't remain seated any longer.
As Talents, who among them didn't have their own pride?
Below the rank of Holy Son, they could tolerate being compared to ordinary Talents.
After all, Long Aotian's reputation had already spread far and wide, and everyone believed that he was indeed of the Holy Son rank.
Being looked down upon by a Holy Son-level Talent wasn't too unbearable for ordinary Talents, but for those who were also Holy Sons and Holy Daughters, it was an insult they were unwilling to endure.
Furthermore...
As Peerless Talents, they naturally had their own pride and confidence.
Who among them hadn't been undefeated, defeating countless competitors to become Holy Sons and Holy Daughters?
What are you bragging about, Long Aotian? "I'll take him on!"
Someone stepped forward and appeared before Long Aotian.
His face was like white jade, and his white Daoist robe showcased his extraordinary demeanor. He remained calm, but his eyebrows exuded self-pride, and he didn't pale in comparison to Long Aotian.
"Who are you?"
Long Aotian glanced at him with disdain, "This young master doesn't slay nameless people."
"Haha, who slays whom is yet to be determined."
The newcomer chuckled lightly and then cupped his hands, "Jade Void Sect, Zhang Santong."
"It's the Holy Son of Jade Void!"
In an instant, someone exclaimed in surprise.
"Zhang Santong of the Jade Void Sect, it is said that his eyes, heart, and mind are all 'Divine Insight,' and he possesses unimaginable might!"
"This will be a fierce battle!"
"It's begun!"
Lu Ming also focused his attention.
Speaking of aura, Long Aotian's was truly too high, too high.
As a representative figure of the invincible protagonist template, it was almost impossible for his peers to defeat him in a one-on-one battle!
Even with cheating, it would be extremely difficult.
This Zhang Santong must have some incredible ability backing him up.
"I wonder, how much of Long Aotian's strength will he force out?"
Lu Ming whispered.
Jian Zi was startled, "Fellow Daoist Lu Ming, are you certain Zhang Santong will lose?"
"I know Zhang Santong well. His eye technique is astonishing, and his hands possess mysterious power. He can see through people's hearts and influence their minds. Defeating him won't be easy at all!"
"Indeed, he is very strong."
Lu Ming nodded.
But then he shook his head and smiled, "Unfortunately, his opponent is Long Aotian."
You don't know the true value of Long Aotian! This person is an invincible hero in the early, middle, and even late stages of the Great Dao! Although my disciples also have many protagonist templates, none of them are invincible, and they aren't early-stage heroes either. Now, even if I personally make an appearance, go all out, and reveal all my means, I wouldn't dare claim victory.
Zhang Santong...
Boom! The battle erupted.
They immediately shifted their attention.
Zhang Santong was indeed powerful, or rather, Holy Son-level figures were never weak!
For first-rate sects and even Holy Lands, Holy Sons and Holy Daughters were their pride, and they couldn't afford to be mediocre.
Even if they weren't established Holy Sons, they wouldn't be mediocre, as that would tarnish their reputation.
Therefore, every Holy Son and Holy Daughter was a rare talent.
Zhang Santong was naturally no exception.
His eyes held divine insight, and his astonishing eye technique could shoot out dazzling golden light, like laser eyes, but their power was unknown by how many times stronger. They seemed capable of cutting through everything.
His hands were also covered in golden light, and each strike was extremely refined, enhancing their power.
His heart glowed, emitting golden light, and it possessed an unknown Daoist charm that could penetrate people's hearts and minds, even capturing their souls!
Just like that, numerous Talents present paled, feeling immense pressure.
But...
Long Aotian was fearless.
He stood there, allowing the myriad of attacks to come at him, merely opening up his dazzling Boundless Divine Radiance.
Wherever the divine light passed, it blocked and nullified almost all the attacks, causing Zhang Santong's techniques to disappear without a trace, like stones sinking into the ocean.
"God Overthrowing Divine Fist."
As Zhang Santong frowned, Long Aotian's calm smile, and he immediately struck out.
Boom! With just one punch, he instantly destroyed all the attacks, sending them flying towards Zhang Santong.
"Break!"
Zhang Santong's tongue blossomed like a golden lotus, and as his blood flowed, an unknown Daoist charm circulated.
His eyes shot out golden light, and as it rippled, he blocked the punch.
But right after that, a giant finger descended from the sky.
"One Finger Shakes Heaven and Earth!"
Before Zhang Santong could react, Long Aotian pointed out his second and third fingers.
"Two Fingers Stabilize the Heavens and Earth!"
"Three Fingers Unseen!"
Boom, boom!!!
Like three giant meteors crashing down, Zhang Santong's expression changed, and the pressure reached its peak.
"Kill!!!"
"Jade Void Sutra!"
He activated his sect's supreme technique, unleashing his most formidable power in this moment, intending to fight to the death. But he underestimated Long Aotian.
Such terrifying attacks came effortlessly to Long Aotian, and he didn't even take a breath between them. Moreover, he didn't repeat any moves.
In just a fleeting moment, he unleashed over a dozen terrifying secret techniques, each one more powerful than the last! The platform kept exploding and sinking...
In just a dozen breaths, Zhang Santong was already covered in blood, and the platform beneath him had sunk several dozen zhang without anyone noticing.
Even with the protection of the formation, he would have been blasted to pieces by now.
(Chapter End)
Pffft.
Although Zhang Santong was at a disadvantage, his body covered in blood, his expression remained unchanged, and he refused to accept defeat. He spat out fresh blood and unleashed a secret technique!
At this moment, countless talents held their breath, hoping he could successfully counterattack.
Even if he couldn't win, he should at least injure Long Aotian, right?!
But, they were all disappointed.
It wasn't that Zhang Santong was too weak; it was that Long Aotian was too strong.
After a single strike, Zhang Santong fell, while Long Aotian stood there unharmed, his demeanor still arrogant: "You're not bad, better than Lu Zhicai, but that's all."
"I'm not done yet."
"Who's next?!"
Boom.
He was going to continue attacking without even stopping?!
The crowd looked at each other, speechless for a moment.
They were shocked by Long Aotian's strength and admired his invincible spirit.
He was going to challenge the holy sons and daughters one after another!
"Fellow Daoist, won't you rest a bit?"
Vermillion Jade Cave's Holy Daughter Ye Cen spoke up.
"The previous battle did take a toll, and if I fight now, it might be considered an unfair victory."
"Who do you think you are, to defeat me?"
Long Aotian's words were enough to make someone angry.
Ye Cen: "..."
"Good."
"Since Fellow Daoist has such a spirit, I, as the Holy Daughter, cannot show weakness."
"Please!"
Ye Cen stepped forward.
In an instant, a fierce battle erupted.
Ye Cen was strong, and from her senses, she seemed even stronger than Zhang Santong.
She fought Long Aotian for dozens of rounds but ultimately lost and retreated, blood staining the corners of her mouth.
"Who's next?!"
"Well..."
Boom!
Long Aotian's aura erupted.
After winning two consecutive battles, he became even more arrogant: "Other holy sons and daughters, come at me together!"
"Arrogant!"
Holy Daughter Wen Ruyu was furious and engaged him in battle.
In a one-on-one fight, even if she lost, it would be understandable, as her opponent was also recognized as a holy son-level figure. But if they ganged up on him...
Winning would be unfair.
Losing?
What would that make her?
But...
The outcome couldn't be changed.
Wen Ruyu only lasted a dozen moves, Wen Ruyu suffered severe injuries and had to retreat.
Long Aotian became even more arrogant.
But he had the strength to back up his arrogance!
Other holy sons and daughters joined the fight, but none were a match for him.
He was fighting them one after another, taking on ten holy son-level talents in a rotational battle and defeating them all!
With his unmatched strength, he dominated everyone present, making their scalps tingle, and for a moment, they didn't know what to say.
Even Princess Wenqing's beautiful eyes flickered, but she also frowned from time to time, as if deep in thought.
"Is that all?"
Another holy son lost and retreated.
Suddenly, Long Aotian seemed to lose interest, sighing: "Is this the famous holy son and daughter? Just this?"
"They couldn't even satisfy me."
"Truly disappointing."
"..."
At this moment, all the holy sons and daughters gritted their teeth.
But they couldn't voice their objections.
Long Aotian's strength and performance were too abnormal.
He indeed had the right to say those words!
...
Wang Teng stared at Long Aotian, his soul trembling. Then, he looked at the defeated holy sons...
"All defeated?"
"It seems like the Chaotic Ancient Heritage isn't as bad as they say."
He muttered quietly.
Unfortunately, these holy sons were destined not to accept the Chaotic Ancient Heritage. Sigh.
Just then, Sword Son stood up and sighed: "Fellow Daoist Long Aotian, your talent is exceptional, and your strength is truly astonishing."
"I've only been a Sword Son for a few years, and my cultivation is lower. Knowing I'm no match for you, I still want to spar with you. May I have a match with you at the same level?"
Initially, he had no intention of fighting.
But now, he had to step up.
All the holy sons and daughters present had already lost.
Only two people hadn't fought Long Aotian.
One was Lu Zhicai, who had a valid reason not to fight. But what about him?
He couldn't even muster the courage to fight, which would tarnish the reputation of the Spirit Sword Sect. That was unacceptable.
So, he had to take action.
"Do you have confidence?"
Xiao Ling'er asked quietly.
Sword Son replied helplessly, "I don't think I can."
Xiao Ling'er: "..."
That was true.
If it were her, she wouldn't be confident either.
This Long Aotian was too strong.
He was unbelievably powerful, unlike any mortal, more like an exiled immortal from the heavens.
"But I have to fight."
Sword Son spread his hands: "After all, my status and position are at stake. Even if I lose, I can't show fear."
"Fortunately, I'm used to it."
"I've lost so many times..."
"Losing, losing, it's not that hard to accept anymore."
As he spoke, Xiao Ling'er fell silent.
...
His words made some sense.
But the person who defeated him was her!
It was better to stay silent.
Only Wang Teng was amazed.
"Indeed, he's the perfect choice."
"As a holy son-level figure with a holy physique, he can accept defeat so calmly and say that losing is something he's used to?"
"The Chaotic Ancient Heritage is practically waiting for him!"
"No way."
Wang Teng felt he couldn't take it anymore.
"I have to find a way to pass on the Chaotic Ancient Heritage to him... Even though, as a Sword Son, he probably won't do that, but what if he does?"
This goal was too perfect.
He had to try, right?
...
"Oh? You still dare to step up, brave indeed."
Long Aotian immediately suppressed his strength to match Sword Son's level and said: "Come!"
"Forgive me!"
Sword Son drew his sword.
Knowing his opponent's strength, he dared not hold back.
He unleashed the Sword Sect's ultimate techniques.
Only a few dozen moves, and then he had to sheathe his sword and admit defeat.
"You're not weak."
Instead of mocking Sword Son, Long Aotian praised him, "Among the Holy Son-ranked Talents who just demonstrated their skills, you would rank among the top three."
"Stronger than a few of those useless ones, indeed."
"But still too weak."
"You should cultivate more. Given some time, perhaps you can give me a more satisfying fight."
Who the hell are you insulting?! Lu Zhicai and the others cursed inwardly.
But at this moment, none of them dared to speak up.
If they did, wouldn't they be admitting to being 'useless'? It would be like throwing a stone into a pack of dogs, and the one that yelped the loudest would be the one hit.
"Damn it!"
Resentment grew in their hearts, wishing they could instantly explode him.
Unfortunately...
They lacked the strength.
Sword Son bowed and retreated.
He maintained his composure, not showing any signs of being overly affected.
He didn't mind the gazes of the crowd.
Hey, it's not that big of a deal!
Ever since I became Sword Son, I've never won against anyone outside my Sect.
It's just another defeat, what's there to be afraid of?
"What a talent!"
Wang Teng observed Sword Son's performance, inwardly exclaiming his talent.
Could there be anyone more suitable to receive the Chaotic Ancient Heritage than him?
There's no way they could find anyone else, right?!
Hiss, we have to think of something!
...
In the arena, Long Aotian stood calmly, "Have all the Talents present demonstrated their skills?"
"Are there any more who wish to step forward?"
The crowd remained silent.
Lu Ming had no intention of showing off, mainly because he didn't want to reveal all his abilities, so he quietly observed.
Long Aotian looked at Lu Zhicai and Tang Wu, "Have you two recovered?"
Neither of them responded.
The crowd turned to look and noticed that both of them were in a state of panic, desperately trying to recover.
Whether they were truly recovering or not, no one knew.
"Heh."
"Talent."
Long Aotian chuckled and turned to Princess Wenqing of Qianyuan, "Well?"
"Long Aotian's talent and strength are truly awe-inspiring. As I said, among those present today, there is indeed such a peerless Talent."
"This person, is Long Aotian!"
"I wonder if Long Aotian is willing..."
"Stop!"
At this moment, Long Aotian raised his hand, interrupting Princess Wenqing, and said indifferently, "The reason I demonstrated my skills is not to become your so-called Imperial Consort."
"You are not worthy."
"Nor is the Qianyuan Immortal Dynasty worthy!"
"Your talent is not bad, and it seems you have the rare Yin Body. If you were to dual cultivate with me, it would help me reach a higher level, and you would also gain numerous benefits, causing your cultivation to soar."
"Therefore..."
"You are qualified to become my concubine."
"If you are willing, from now on, follow by my side, dual cultivate with me daily, take care of me, and obey my commands. In the future, I can consider assisting you in ascending the throne."
Boom.
Upon hearing these words, the crowd was stunned.
So arrogant! Not only did he arrogantly challenge numerous Holy Sons, but now he's even more audacious, directly asking Princess Wenqing of Qianyuan to become his concubine?! And to dual cultivate and serve him daily?!
It's not just about considering helping her ascend the throne in the future.
Damn!
Even Lu Ming's heart couldn't help but blurt out a curse at this moment.
This is truly madness.
It's madness to the extreme!
But on second thought...
No wonder it's you, Long Aotian.
Under the influence of his Intelligence-Reducing Halo and Passive Show-off Halo, isn't this reasonable and understandable?
"This is Long Aotian for you."
He muttered to himself, "If it were anyone else, they wouldn't last three days, no, three chapters."
...
The crowd's expressions changed.
Everyone looked at Long Aotian with strange gazes, as if a needle had dropped.
Princess Wenqing's face froze.
Behind her, the five Talents who had accompanied her and remained silent the entire time, now had unsightly expressions. They stood up abruptly.
"Heh, I've always been very bold."
Long Aotian sneered, "Who are you?"
"Let me guess, could it be that Princess Wenqing has, in other places, used a method similar to today's to select these so-called 'true Talents'?
"And in the end, she will have all these selected 'true Talents' compete, and the winner will become the so-called Imperial Consort?"
Lu Ming clicked his tongue.
"Long Aotian isn't stupid, he actually guessed it?"
He also felt that Long Aotian had guessed correctly.
In short, Princess Wenqing's plan was to select these so-called 'true Talents' from various places, and then have them compete to determine the 'true' Talent among them.
Hmm...
A Talent among Talents, among Talents.
That's probably the idea.
This way, she could select an excellent candidate.
But...
Would Long Aotian endure this humiliation? Of course, he would counter-attack, immediately suppressing everyone and even publicly stating that he wanted to take Princess Wenqing as his concubine.
Amidst the shocked gazes of the crowd, Long Aotian sneered.
"All of you are just chickens and ducks. Not only that, in my eyes, the existence you are all vying for is just..."
"If you disagree, then all of you can come at me together."
"Or, Princess Wenqing, what do you think?"
"Do you want to become my concubine, or will you choose an Imperial Consort from among these useless ones?"
In an instant, Long Aotian tore away the veil of pretense.
The five Talents' expressions turned ugly.
Princess Wenqing, however, smiled calmly, "If you can defeat them when they join forces, what's the harm in agreeing?"
"Good."
Long Aotian smiled, "Later, remember to come to my chambers."
"Let's see how I suppress them."
(End of Chapter)
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