Chapter 893

Li Yi looked at this city of Beihuang, a hint of nostalgia in his eyes.

Originally, I had intended to settle in this great city, but circumstances changed; to save Shang Zhu Xiu Xiang, I was forced to flee in desperation to Shenmu City, for back then, I was no match for Daze, the Divine Blood Warrior of Beihuang.

Now, returning to this old ground, and no longer the same as before, Li Yi naturally intended to settle old scores.

He did not conceal his aura, but instead rose above Beihuang City and unleashed his Divine Blood aura without restraint.

In an instant, lightning flashed and thunder roared across the sky; countless silver bolts appeared out of thin air, intertwining like dragons and serpents, soon densely obscuring the heavens and darkening the once-bright sky.

"Daze of the Beihuang lineage, I am Da Yi, here to challenge you today." Li Yi shouted, his voice echoing with thunder through every corner of the great city.

At these words, every warrior in Beihuang City looked up in shock.

"A Divine Blood Warrior has come to challenge the Beihuang lineage—something unheard of in a hundred years. Has the lord of this Beihuang City finally changed?"

"Such a powerful Divine Blood Warrior—this thunder's might resembles the aura within the valley near Shoucun Village where the gods' bones lie buried." Some seasoned sages instantly recognized the origin of Li Yi's Divine Blood.

"Da Yi? I know this man—he was once a guest of Shang Zhu Xiu Xiang. Because Xiu Xiang killed another Shang Zhu Lie Hou, he was imprisoned by Beihuang warriors; it was this Divine Blood Warrior named Da Yi who risked his life to rescue him, and for that, Beihuang pursued him—its pursuer then being Daze, the direct descendant of Beihuang's Divine Blood."

"This is the revenge of a Divine Blood Warrior."

"I've heard of this too. The famed sage Nan Shan Bo once judged Da Yi to possess the potential of a god. Seeing him now, it's true—this aura alone suggests he rivals a Hundred Mountain Lord."

An old slave master, his eyes clouded, gazed upward—he recognized Da Yi, who had once bought exotic-blood warriors from him and inquired after the fate of his comrades.

Back then, Da Yi was weak; he never imagined that in such a short time, he had grown to this level.

The sage's words were indeed true.

As long as this Da Yi does not perish midway, he will surely become a god; then, upon this ancient land, another famed Divine Blood clan will arise—its people born bearing lightning, their deeds sung by all Shang Zhu across the world.

At this moment, all in Beihuang City awaited what would come next.

Would the Beihuang lineage's Divine Blood Warrior answer Da Yi's challenge?

Less than a moment after Li Yi's words faded.

The next instant.

From the direction of Beihuang City's lord's mansion, a blue light surged skyward like an ocean attempting to drown the thunderous heavens above; another powerful Divine Blood Warrior aura erupted in response.

But soon, that blue ocean was swallowed by endless silver lightning, unable to pierce the stormy sky.

Seeing this, seasoned warriors and sages understood.

The Beihuang lineage's Divine Blood was inferior to the one Da Yi bore—for ancient heaven and earth never deceive; heaven clearly favored this Da Yi.

"Da Yi!" A furious roar followed.

The next instant.

A mighty figure burst forth, like an arrow tearing through the sky, racing straight toward Li Yi.

Daze now wore crimson-gold heavy armor, gripping a crimson-gold greatsword, fully armed before Li Yi; his breath was heavy, his face grim, his eyes filled with rage.

As the Divine Blood Warrior who had once personally let Da Yi go, he remembered this enemy well.

Yet he never imagined Da Yi's power had advanced so terrifyingly—merely his aura sent shivers through the soul.

But as a direct descendant of the Beihuang Lord, no matter the opponent, if a Divine Blood Warrior came to challenge him, he would fight—for this was not merely personal victory or defeat, but the honor of his ancestors.

As descendants of the gods, no Divine Blood Warrior believed his ancestral blood to be weaker than another's.

Even if defeated, he must die as a warrior.

So to fight was inevitable.

"Daze, you've disappointed me. Only a Ten Mountain Lord's strength is no longer enough for me to challenge you." Li Yi looked at him, visibly disappointed, shaking his head: "It seems you, as a direct descendant of Beihuang's Divine Blood, have fallen—has Mei Ji and fine wine corroded your body and spirit? So weak, you've even robbed me of the desire for revenge."

He had now broken through to the Three Flowers Realm, his combat power far surpassing the former Chi Jin Mountain Lord; back then, the Chi Jin Mountain Lord, defeated by Xuan Yue Zi and Xiang Xiang Zi, was a Thirty Mountain Lord. Thus, even if Li Yi lacked a Hundred Mountain Lord's power, he now possessed seventy to eighty Mountain Lord strength—though the exact level would only be known after the challenge.

But regardless, a Ten Mountain Lord's Divine Blood direct descendant was now utterly beneath his notice.

Insulted thus.

The Divine Blood Warrior Daze's face flushed crimson, yet he had no rebuttal—because Da Yi spoke truth; merely from the aura, he knew he was no match.

He fought only because, as a direct descendant of Beihuang's Divine Blood, he bore too much.

Moreover, when an old enemy came to his door, he could not flee.

"Yet Beihuang should have more than just you as a Divine Blood direct descendant. Let your Beihuang Lord face me." Li Yi said.

"Da Yi, your strength is indeed formidable, but you are a wandering Divine Blood Warrior—what right do you have to initiate a Mountain Lord battle?" Daze clenched his fists, teeth gritted.

"By what title? I challenge your Beihuang Lord as the Chi Jin Mountain Lord." Li Yi coldly declared.

At these words.

Daze's pupils contracted; his sturdy frame trembled slightly.

Chi Jin Mountain Lord?

This Da Yi is already the Chi Jin Mountain Lord?

He did not doubt the truth of Da Yi's words—for Divine Blood Warriors never lied about such matters.

"This is bad. This is no longer merely a battle between Divine Blood Warriors—it has escalated to a Mountain Lord clash. Who knew Chi Jin Mountain was here?"

"West of Shenmu City, five hundred li lies a mountain, rich in crimson gold—hence named Chi Shan, also called Chi Jin Mountain. I recall the former Chi Jin Mountain Lord was a Divine Blood Warrior named Huo Huo. Has Da Yi defeated him and taken his place? I've grown old—I missed such a major piece of news. I should travel more."

A sage sighed, deeply ashamed.

Sages were sages because they roamed the world, knowing knowledge unknown to common folk—but even sages could be foolish, for age and weakness robbed them of the strength to travel and acquire new knowledge.

Others in the city, upon hearing the sage's explanation, immediately understood—and some grew excited.

If Da Yi, as Chi Jin Mountain Lord, defeated the Beihuang Lord, then Beihuang City would change hands; Da Yi would rightfully rule this great city.

The rules of the Wild Lands were simple and brutal.

A Mountain Lord must forever be vigilant against challengers—only by winning could one continue living upon this ancient land; lose, and one lost everything—even wife and daughter might become another's Mei Ji.

"Beihuang Lord, will you evade my challenge as Chi Jin Mountain Lord?" Li Yi shouted again; the thunder above roared, as if a god himself were enraged.

Daze remained silent, furious yet helpless—he was not the Beihuang Lord and could not fight a Mountain Lord battle in his stead.

Yet he knew well: the once mighty Beihuang Lord had aged, his power far from its peak; to face Da Yi now offered little chance of victory.

Though he hated to admit it, the Beihuang lineage had indeed declined.

But such things were common on this land—not unusual at all.

Li Yi's words had struck the Beihuang Lord's weakest point.

Even in age and weakness, a terrifying Divine Blood aura erupted within Beihuang City.

A blue light forcefully tore through the thunderous sea, painting the heavens a dazzling blue.

"Chi Jin Mountain Lord Da Yi, I, Beihuang Lord Jing He, accept your challenge." A deep, powerful voice echoed through Beihuang City; an old warrior, white-bearded, three meters tall, muscular, clad in battle armor, stepped forward.

Though aged, the aura of his Divine Blood still held up half the sky of Beihuang City.