Chapter 175: Slaying the Divine Son

Chapter 175: Slaying the Divine Son

"Let's join forces! This guy is strange!"

Western Emperor's breathing quickened, his face flushed with an unhealthy redness, and parts of his mind world were already fragmented.

Defeat in the confrontation of heart mystic arts wouldn't harm the foundation, but when it involved the mind world, the backlash would be severe.

He had just taken a reckless move, relying on his race's unique heart talent and attempting to severely damage Ji Jingqiu's mind world with the royal family's secret mystic art.

As for the result, it wasn't just a matter of getting a bloody nose; instead, he had smashed his own head into iron, causing blood to flow like a river! This was the drawback of heart confrontation; victory or defeat could be decided in an instant.

His injuries now were even more severe than Yue Wukong's.

His combat power was only at six or seven-tenths of his peak.

"Is this the... surprise you mentioned?" He turned to look at the Western Emperor.

In 1,619, a book, 1.0, and 0.0, a look, and a mistake.

"Which direction?" Ji Jingqiu asked.

On the lofty mountain peak.

In the old man's eyes, if the heavens closed a door for you, they would surely open a window. This was what was meant by a tribulation, but most people often couldn't find where this window was.

Ji Jingqiu's gaze followed the direction the old man pointed, and in his eyes, countless law principles and runes flashed. Looking at the Western Emperor, he suddenly understood.

The old man suddenly raised his eyebrows, turned his head, and looked into the void, his gaze piercing through layers of space, seeing a scene in the demi-plane.

"This friend from the Federation, it was just a misunderstanding. You have fully proven your strength and earned our respect!"

The middle-aged man, the contemporary grandmaster of the Ke Clan, Ke Qianchi.

Yue Wukong subconsciously raised his hand to touch his neck, putting himself in Wan Shen San's perspective.

The middle-aged man shook his head, not surprised, and with a flick of his sleeve, all the chess pieces on the board returned to the chess gu.

The old man slapped the table, and the chess pieces scattered everywhere. He angrily said, "Nonsense! How could I have lost?"

If the heavens open a door for you, they will surely close a window.

He was the divine son of the Four Divine Temples, a supreme crowned king warrior, and he stood at the top of countless civilizations in the greater universe. How could he be scared by an enemy and flee in panic? The next moment...

"Furthermore, you're too hasty. It's true that Lord Ke Shuai said this era would be a great era, but he never said that only the warriors of this generation are the Federation's hope."

Although Yue Wukong's posture was a bit humiliating, his Black Sun Body was tough and resilient, and the injury didn't affect his foundation. With his recovery speed, it wouldn't impact his combat power much.

Yue Wukong said, "Wan Shen San... the third divine son of the Four Divine Temples. This person's strength surpasses mine, and his divine arts are extremely tricky."

But due to the confidence of a strong warrior, he didn't avoid it. Instead, he stared sharply, and his divine power erupted within him, like thunder rumbling in his body.

Ji Jingqiu glanced at him, and the meaning in his eyes was clear. So what if you're stronger? The Western Emperor smiled awkwardly.

Yue Wukong's voice was muffled as he said, "Attack!"

It was as if he had no weaknesses, and every aspect was close to perfection.

The Western Emperor sighed, "Is your brain filled with blood? It wasn't like this before, and it doesn't mean the system is limited just because no one has reached it! We are purely limited by the system!"

In the entire Flaming Sun Federation, the Six Great Clans were each in a league of their own in various aspects.

At this moment, Ji Jingqiu's figure crossed hundreds of meters, and under the operation of the Unification Technique, every strand of power and energy in his body was mobilized.

The old man suddenly spoke, and his eyebrows revealed the kindness of an elder, "Young Ke, how is your grandson doing? Is there hope for further progress?"

Yue Wukong nodded in agreement, "Your cousin is seeking your help. I think his name is Xi Yan? Aren't you going to save him? That person used a forbidden technique, and his strength is greatly reduced now!"

Another horizontal slash, and Yue Wukong grunted, retreating dozens of meters. The previous rage was gone, and he was now calm.

There was a hint of confusion in his eyes.

Then, another horizontal sweep, and Yue Wukong was swept away again.

"Another warrior from the Federation, and he dares to come back to his death?"

...

"The proposal is good, but I don't think the candidate is suitable." The old man said indifferently, "You, who have been nurtured by the Ke Clan's heritage for countless years, are not as good as someone who has risen from humble beginnings and proven their innate talent. Is it meaningful?"

The blade light tore through his meticulously constructed defensive divine art, slicing through his head like a knife through paper, as if a golden line had perfectly divided him in two, solidifying into eternity.

Without hesitation, he unleashed his divine art with all his strength, constructing layer upon layer of defense. In his mind, the first thought was to retreat from the demi-plane.

During their confrontation, there was no verbal exchange, only the crisp sound of chess pieces on the board and the howling mountain wind.

Wait...

In the inner world, the first Eternal Blade was triggered, and the bright and sharp aura within it was like a raging fire. Like a flood, it gushed out from every pore of his body.

The other obstructers were startled, their hearts filled with awe. If they had charged a little faster just now, perhaps more than one of them would have been sliced in half by now.

...

He stood with his blade drawn.

"Huh?"

The Western Emperor said in a low voice, "We've been injured, and our strength is weakened. It will be difficult to recover in a short time, so we can only hope that both sides will be severely injured in their fight... Otherwise, the subsequent struggle for the temple's legacy will be completely hopeless."

Ke Qianchi narrowed his eyes and said, "Aren't we on the path of pursuing perfection?"

Suddenly.

"No." The Western Emperor shook his head.

The Western Emperor actively transmitted a sound of surrender. If they continued fighting, both sides would lose the opportunity to compete for the temple.

And the same was true if the roles were reversed.

Some warriors could only reach the Radiant Sun Domain, and no matter how hard they tried, they couldn't touch the ultimate realm. But this young man, with just a step-by-step approach, could enter the forbidden domain.

The first option was impossible; no one was a fool.

Even with their combined efforts, they couldn't defeat this opponent. Instead, this battle became a trap that bound them, leaving them in a difficult situation.

The proposal he had made earlier was to gather some of the Six Great Clans' heritage and invest it all in the younger generation, nurturing an unparalleled supreme warrior to compete for a ranking on the Ten Thousand Year Stele and follow in the footsteps of their ancestors.

The blade was clearly still ten meters away, but the unprecedented sense of crisis and fear rang like an alarm bell in his mind!

The place that the Mu family had searched for tens of thousands of years without success, how could a descendant of the Ke family possibly find it? How shameless are you? At over three thousand years old, you still dare to procreate? The middle-aged man paused for a moment before speaking, "What about my previous suggestion? What does Elder Mu think?"

However, before he could finish his sentence, Ji Jingqiu had already swept past him.

"What nonsense are you talking about?" Yue Wukong replied irritably.

If this drags on, either they both need to be more decisive and directly admit defeat, withdrawing from the demiplane, or they will both end up being cut down by Ji Jingqiu like frogs in slowly boiling water! Western Emperor's gaze swept around, suddenly stopping on a group of Federation warriors. His gaze sharpened, and he found a breakthrough.

Or perhaps, Zhang Tiancheng, a natural-born martial genius from two thousand years ago, who possessed unparalleled martial wisdom and had also proven his Primordial Body, just like Ji Jingqiu. But due to his early success, he had stagnated in his mental cultivation and remained at a standstill for a long time.

Ke Qianchi frowned, "Is Elder Mu still clinging to those foundations? According to the prophecy of Marquis Mu, this era is the last great era. The entire universe will make its final leap, and if certain foundations are not utilized now, there will be no opportunity in the future."

Even if they couldn't help him cross the forbidden threshold, by combining the strengths of the six families, they could still allow him to take another step forward, infinitely approaching it.

"What...what did you just say to him?"

As the chess game progressed...

...

Western Emperor took the initiative to guide him, moving his body sideways, "Be cautious in that direction. Wan Shen San is a formal Divine Son and one of the Divine Choices of the Four Divine Temples. His strength is not something Wanshan can compare to."

The old man shook his head, "That's why the Divine Lord doesn't bother to see you. In the past, if Marquis Mu's eyes also showed favoritism, would there be a Federation like there is today? You can gamble with the foundations of the Ke family, but don't drag us into it."

Wan Shen San's pupils instantly dilated, and his body stood on end with fear!

Although the Federation rarely engages in external "socializing," a secret realm confrontation like the Bosa Demiplane, combined with the intelligence from the Phoenixfall Kingdom, meant that the Federation had never produced a Crowned King warrior in the True Seed Realm.

This was truly shocking and unconventional.

"You...you are..."

The reason for the "at least" was that the old man suspected that this young man might have already attained the Heart Stone Realm, otherwise, how could he easily suppress the royal lineage of the Eye of Demon Empire, which possessed racial talents? However, mental cultivation was difficult to verify, and even with just a glance, the old man found it hard to distinguish.

Ji Jingqiu observed the battlefield tens of kilometers away, frowning slightly. Sheathing her sword, she rose and flew away.

This was something even the Federation's official couldn't compare to.

The old man couldn't help but wonder what kind of Divine Fire this young man would ignite after entering the Divine Journey Realm.

He paused for a moment before speaking,

In terms of foundations, any one of the six great families could rival the royal families of the first-class civilizations in the universe.

By the time he wanted to withdraw from the demiplane, it was already a luxury.

Ke Qianchi fell silent for a moment, then said, "But he is still a descendant of the Ke family and a member of the Six Great Clans. There should be some degree of closeness or distance."

However, he hesitated subconsciously, wondering if he should really escape. This moment of hesitation decided his fate in an instant.

No wonder he had the same innate talent as the Eye of Demon clan! No wonder he had collided with him!

How could the Ke family's young man be compared to him?

The two of them joined forces and attacked, but Ji Jingqiu remained unperturbed. In the previous battle, he had already tested the strength of these two.

"Forbidden..." Ke Pingluan sighed, "If we can find the place where Marquis Mu attained enlightenment in the past, there should still be hope."

It was the forbidden realm!

The humiliation of being forced to kneel on one knee by Ji Jingqiu's previous strike was unbearable. He had never experienced such humiliation in his life, and now he didn't care about joining forces or not; victory at any cost was the only thing that mattered.

And if he truly attains the Heart Stone Realm at the age of sixteen...

Western Emperor's face turned even paler, and his strength was now only half of what it had been as he clashed with Ji Jingqiu's mental power. His injuries worsened.

He turned around angrily, intending to chase after Ji Jingqiu, but he suddenly felt powerless. The other interceptors nearby were all terrified, slowly backing away, and not a single one dared to continue pursuing Ji Jingqiu.

Ji Jingqiu noticed Diao Xingyun and the others being chased and surrounded. He quickened his pace, closing the distance to just a few hundred meters away from his target.

Western Emperor showed no reaction, his expression cold, "A side lineage disciple with such ambitions, let him die."

"Are there any previous records?" Yue Wukong's pupils contracted, and he breathed heavily.

Western Emperor exhaled slowly, speaking with determination, "This blade is definitely his ultimate trump card. It's impossible to use it consecutively, and it would even require a significant price!"

Western Emperor's face turned rigid, and after a long while, he said, "Isn't this surprising enough?"

On the contrary, the second option was worth trying.

In an instant, the two of them exchanged blows, with Ji Jingqiu pressing down on Yue Wukong with his long blade, forcing the latter to release his grip. They also clashed in the mental realm with Western Emperor.

As expected, with the eruption of the Eternal Sword, a single blade was enough to defeat even the Apex Archduke.

Western Emperor's gaze intensified, and he whispered, "We follow the bloodline system. In this realm, there's almost no room for improvement unless we surpass our ancestors. But the Federation's martial path... they have no lower limit, so theoretically, there's no upper limit either."

The secret technique that allowed the Apex Archduke to briefly cross into the forbidden power realm must have come with a tremendous cost! "This guy truly hates the members of the Four Divine Temples." Western Emperor muttered to himself.

The interceptors charged towards Ji Jingqiu.

Several figures rushed out from the surroundings, intercepting Ji Jingqiu.

In terms of potential, the Qin family's daughter fell short by quite a margin.

The long blade paused slightly.

Yue Wukong's hairs stood on end. This strike wasn't as powerful as the previous one, but in terms of precision and timing, it surpassed the earlier attack.

Under the long blade, it was as if a golden line of water was flowing, initially as thin as a silk thread, but in an instant, it transformed into a tidal wave in the sky, engulfing Wan Shen San!

Ji Jingqiu looked up and asked, "Ke boy, do you think there's a perfect warrior in this world?"

(End of Chapter)

"Dead friend, you're not dead yet."

"He hasn't even touched the limits of his current realm?!" Yue Wukong exclaimed in shock. "Isn't the power of an Apex Archduke the limit of the True Seed Realm?"

"Compared to us, I think you should be more interested in Wan Shen San of the Four Divine Temples. He's currently leading a group to hunt down warriors from your Federation!"

The mist swirled.

Clearly, this game of chess couldn't continue.

"Is there any unusual activity in the Bosa Demiplane?" Ke Qianchi cautiously asked, having not seen this surprised expression from the elder in a long time.

"I can't see through Wan Shen San either. Perhaps he has an ace up his sleeve. I hope he'll bring us a surprise and fight Ji Jingqiu to a draw."

"Damn, I can't hold on! Think of something fast!" Yue Wukong quickly transmitted.

In this world, there was no absolute perfection. Even they were tirelessly seeking their so-called perfection.

This battle wasn't urgent. He had already figured out their patterns, and now it was just a matter of time.

Ji Jingqiu's gaze locked onto a figure several kilometers away.

Wan Shen San looked up in bewilderment, but these were his final words. All his aspirations for this life vanished like bubbles. Wan Shen San, die! Crossing several kilometers, his blade cut down a powerful enemy, and Ji Jingqiu finally breathed a sigh of relief.

The elder shook his head.

This strike would have killed him too, with no exception!

Only the young man standing with his blade drawn radiated a domineering aura, his gaze sweeping over the so-called young heroes of various civilizations, yet none dared to meet his eyes, all lowering their brows in submission.

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