Chapter 802: Human Race Great Genius

Inside the Shengcheng, an uproar broke out; those Yanyue cultivators who had challenged Xu Qing before flickered in their eyes, not acting rashly.

For some of them, the value of challenging was not to truly strike, but to win a name.

Earlier, they saw that Xu Qing had never accepted the battle, and there were dark hands pushing behind the scenes, so these cultivators chose to follow the crowd; as for now, they had no intention of making a move, only watching the show.

However, there were also some Yanyue cultivators who wanted to challenge Xu Qing from the heart; they could not accept a human race standing above their own clan.

This feeling of shame made them feel indignant in their hearts.

This type of cultivator often possessed certain trump cards and had confidence in themselves; even if they had heard of Xu Qing's journey of battle records and the death of Mingnan Shizi, for them, the meaning of life was not reflected in length, but in brightness.

Compared to a long life of bowing and mediocrity, what they wanted was brilliance and glory; even if it was only for an instant, it was worth it.

The Yanyue Xuantian Clan was inherently a clan with a fierce folk style, and also a terrifying clan.

So the next instant, dozens of Yanyue cultivators rose into the sky, displaying the aura of Guixu First Stage, turning into long rainbows, rushing straight outside the city.

Even more, physical talent power erupted on their bodies, forming qi and blood that caused heaven and earth to change color; streaks of Dao marks were revealed within, and the power of these dozens of cultivators gathered, causing the firmament to ripple, as if an invisible giant hand was suppressing toward Xu Qing, wanting to directly crush the blood light that had continued the red clouds on Xu Qing.

And the foundation of Yanyue could also be seen from here; one must know that in the remote areas of the human race, Guixu cultivators were already overlords, but in the Yanyue Xuantian Clan, they were just outstanding figures.

At this moment, these dozens of Guixu First Stage cultivators, with momentum like a rainbow, carrying the intent of extinction and suppression, cut through the long sky, setting off sharp whistling sounds of breaking through the air, rushing out of the city without the slightest pause, and each made their move toward Xu Qing.

Within the Yanyue Xuantian Clan, even if it was a challenge, there would be no forced restriction to one-on-one; in the cognition of the Yanyue Xuantian, the strong were not those who appeared in one-on-one, but those who could truly convince people were those who could fight one against a hundred, one against a thousand, thereby displaying the supreme domineering spirit of suppressing the same generation. 【802-1

Only this type of cultivator would be recognized as a heaven-chosen within the Yanyue Xuantian Clan.

Therefore, they struck without the slightest hesitation; in an instant, the Dao marks across the sky seemed to come alive, transforming into silver golden dragons that roared in all directions.

Furthermore, dozens of extraordinary magic treasures—their blades, spears, swords, and halberds all accompanied by Dao marks—arrived, and at the very rear was the eruption of the supernatural powers and physical strength of those hundreds of thousands of cultivators.

Laws collapsed here, rules dimmed here, wind, rain, thunder, and lightning were chaotically intertwined, and the four seasons shifted in disorder, all descending simultaneously upon the place where Xu Qing was.

Xu Qing raised his head, his eyes containing a cold chill; he felt the blurring of the rules and laws around him, felt the sensation of squeezing coming from all over his body, and also felt the sense of being confined within.

This was the reaction brought about by the expulsion of the Heavenly Dao's power from this place, and it was also a sign that the enemy's Heavenly Dao was replacing everything!

But it didn't matter; since the changes of the four seasons here were chaotic and the forces of nature were in disorder, then if one were strong enough, even mountain winds and great waves would be unable to shake one in the slightest.

The next instant, millions of soul threads erupted from Xu Qing's body, rapidly converging behind him.

Xu Qing did not intend to delay, nor would he give the enemy a chance to counterattack, so whenever he struck, it was with overwhelming force; this was his habit.

Therefore, in an instant,

Like red clouds descending to the ground, shrouding all directions and masking all probing.

At this moment, within the three holy cities, gazes and spiritual senses spread over, and some even rose into the air to watch from afar.

Although they could not see the specifics within the red clouds, they could perceive the general situation through the fluctuations.

Among them were those watching the show, as well as those preparing to strike next; they were all observing, observing Xu Qing's true combat strength.

But their expressions were mostly calm and composed; regardless of their demeanor or their inner thoughts, although they cared, the ripples were actually not large.

Because they were the Yanyue Xuantian Clan, because they were one of the super-clans of this Wanggu Continent, and because, beneath the three gods, they were high and mighty in the vast majority of regions within this world; every clan hunt could stir the hearts of countless clans.

The dignity brought by such a clan, as well as their own pride, made them indifferent to the lower clans.

Xu Qing was an exception only because he had obtained the chief position in the Great Hunt and a series of battle achievements.

It was just that this composure and calmness, ten breaths later, as shrill sounds emanated from within the red clouds of the heavens and earth, appeared to change to varying degrees.

The next moment, the figures of two Yanyue cultivators rushed out from the red clouds, their expressions filled with horror as they attempted to flee at full speed; however, one of them did not get far before blood-colored tentacles, connected by countless whistling soul threads, flew out from the red clouds behind him, caught up, and without giving him any possibility of struggle, instantly entangled him, pierced through his flesh and blood, drilled into his body, and gave a violent tug.

That Yanyue cultivator's eyes revealed despair as he was dragged directly into the red clouds, followed by a shrill, heart-shaking wail echoing from within the red clouds where the specifics could not be seen.

As for the other escapee, his expression was equally terrified as he dashed toward the holy city; as long as he stepped inside, he could live, for after all, fighting was not allowed within the holy city.

But just as he was ten feet away from the holy city, his body suddenly paused, the terrified expression on his face replaced by a smile, and his body stopped; he looked toward the holy city and smiled eerily, but the terror in his eyes grew even more intense.

Immediately afterward, he raised both hands, pressed them against his own neck, and gave a fierce twist; the sound of a 'Crack!' echoed, his head turned a full circle, and then his body's cultivation base burned, and the whole person visibly self-immolated and died.

At the same time, a deafening roar erupted within the red clouds, which shattered into fragments, swept away by the fluctuations bursting from within, revealing the corpses on the ground that were rapidly rotting and dissipating.

And the god-like figure standing there, his whole body surging with blood-colored light, growing countless blood-colored tentacles, and surrounded by a lake of blood.

Calmly, he looked toward the holy city; still without a word, the Yanyue cultivators within the three holy cities grew solemn one by one, gazing at the same figure from different regions, ripples rising in their hearts.

These ripples came, on one hand, from the deaths of those dozens of clansmen, but the greater ripple was Xu Qing's calmness; from beginning to end, he hadn't said a word, just stood there, looking at the holy city.

Vaguely, an aura that suppressed the era seemed to begin to emerge from his body.

Even some of the older generation of Yanyue cultivators felt ripples in their hearts at this moment.

"Human heaven-chosen!"

The human race, the former Wanggu Continent,

Today, the sun is setting behind the mountains, and each generation is worse than the last, but after all, there are still occasional brilliant lights shining in the heavens and earth, reflecting into the memories of these older Yanyue cultivators.

At the same time, when the First Imperial Prince that day

But at this moment, no one chose to strike; just as Xu Qing had once thought, their goal was

And every strike during this period had to be worth it; choosing to fight Xu Qing to the death, regardless of victory or defeat, would inevitably result in damage and injury to oneself; if one missed the subsequent Great Hunt because of this, the loss would outweigh the gain.

Therefore, in their respective cave dwellings, they only sensed the area outside the city before withdrawing their spiritual senses.

The great heaven-chosen whom the First Imperial Prince had specifically warned Xu Qing about was also among them.

At this moment, within the Xingyan Shengcheng, atop a luxurious high tower, sat a youth with a cold expression, a heavy black sword resting on his knees, emitting a rich, bloody stench.

Sitting there, he wore black robes, had long hair, and the secret patterns of the Yanyue clan spread across his entire body, including his face; between the flickering light and shadow, a terrifying fluctuation was revealed.

His physical body had already transcended and become holy, and his cultivation base was even harder to gauge specifically; only from the aura emanating from his body could one judge that he belonged to the Great Perfection level of the Void Returning realm!

This person was exactly the Yanyue clan sequence

His gaze also fell outside the city; he had heard of Xu Qing, knew his battle achievements, and understood who was behind the scenes pushing this matter, but he was unwilling to participate; competing with a heaven-chosen was no longer his path. What he wanted was the blood within the Divine Domain, so after just a glance, he withdrew his gaze and ignored it.

At the same time, within the Yueyan Shengcheng, in a restaurant, sat a youth dressed as a scholar in green robes; his attire was similar to that of the human race, and his appearance was even gentle, as he smiled and chatted with two Yanyue female cultivators sitting opposite him: "What do you think of that human?"

"I've heard of him; he's quite interesting!" The youth smiled as he tasted the dishes and spoke with a smile.

The two female cultivators opposite him had sweet smiles and appearances that also leaned toward the human race, but their skin color was not quite normal, their expressions never changed, and they didn't even move a muscle.

Inside the restaurant, there were quite a few other guests; at first glance, it should have looked very lively, but all the guests were motionless, maintaining various postures.

Not far away, the shopkeeper opened his mouth as if shouting, and at the stairs, a waiter lifted his foot, about to come up.

If one observed closely, one could see that everyone here was not a living being at all, but a puppet made of jade.

In the entire restaurant, only the youth was the only living being, and within the Yanyue Xuantian Clan, there was one person who particularly loved such puppets, and that was the Yanyue sequence

At this moment, after talking to himself, he nodded slightly: "You are right; his eyes are indeed somewhat like your kind."

"Then, tell me, should I let him join you?"