Chapter 238: Little Dot: Why Is His Blood-Moving Realm So Weak?

In Stone Village, the primordial exotic species Zhu Que and Zhu Yan were comprehending the heritage within the mountain treasure, when they heard a child outside the village open his mouth to ask for Willow Deity's willow branch, and the expressions on their faces turned to shock.

This is simply foolish.

Foolish to the extreme.

Has he always been this bold? If he's this bold, why doesn't he go fight the Sky-Swallowing Sparrow?

Zhu Que and Zhu Yan's gazes turned toward Fang Yu, who sat cross-legged not far away, but seeing that this being was still immersed in comprehending the Dao, they paid him no mind, steadied their minds, and continued their comprehension.

Outside Stone Village, another child spoke unhurriedly: "Jiao Peng, do not speak such wild words. Even if you have some skill, do not be too arrogant—be careful you don't die in this barren land."

This was the youngest son of the human great clan's Marquis of Zishan, named Zishan Kun. From the moment he first met Jiao Peng, the two never got along, and since their two clans were not on friendly terms, they had always been at odds.

"Then let's fight—a life-and-death battle. Dare you?"

The child named Jiao Peng spoke with tremendous boldness, cold lightning shooting from his eyes, looking just like a primordial giant roc chick.

"What's all this noise? All of you, be quiet."

On the other side, a slightly older child, lightning glinting in his eyes, looked over coldly.

This child was named Lei Mingyuan, the youngest son of a human marquis, Marquis Lei. He had originally intended to deal with Zishan Kun, the Marquis of Zishan's most beloved offspring, but seeing Jiao Peng so overbearing and domineering made him very angry.

At his words, both Jiao Peng and Zishan Kun furrowed their brows, killing intent surfacing in their eyes.

"Lei Mingyuan, are you looking to die? Good—I'll grant your wish."

Though Jiao Peng was young, his aura was fully present. He stepped forward, and as a glyph flashed on his left palm, a flood dragon surged forth.

This flood dragon was constructed entirely of Dao patterns—not an impure-blooded jiao, but a true imprint fragment of a primordial vicious flood dragon, its aura terrifyingly fearsome.

The ancestors of the Luo Fu Great Marsh had once encountered a primordial vicious flood dragon and unexpectedly obtained its heritage. From then on, they possessed the supreme treasure art of the flood dragon clan. Though later generations could not fully manifest this divine ability, it was still astonishingly powerful.

That flood dragon bared its fangs and brandished its claws, its entire body an ashen brown, ancient and weathered, as if awakening from distant ages, crossing through time and space to do battle.

This was an extremely powerful treasure art, and it actually attacked both Zishan Kun and Lei Mingyuan at the same time.

Though Jiao Peng was small, his aura was wild and untamed—he was clearly intent on attacking both of them alone, to prove that he alone was the unique existence.

"Looking to die!"

Lei Mingyuan gave a cold rebuke. Black lightning surged forth as he spread his ten fingers, revealing a blaze of thunder radiance. Accompanied by a light cry, a vicious bird appeared amid the lightning, its ferocious might startling.

"Jiao Peng, you are far too arrogant! To dare strike at both of us at once—today I will let you know who is truly the master of this land in the ages to come!"

On the other side, Zishan Kun also struck. Purple mist hung in the air as a purple sun flew out, within which a Purple-Fire Qilin was gestating, spewing terrifying purple flames as it leaped upward, ferociously savage.

The three children each unleashed their strongest treasure arts, attacking one another, drawing the sidelong glances of the onlookers.

The three children were indeed extraordinarily powerful—at such a young age, they had already mastered the strongest treasure arts of their respective clans. One could well imagine what terrifying heights they would reach once they grew up.

The adults all nodded inwardly, proud of their own children, yet shocked by their opponents' offspring.

"How boring. They're already several years old, and still this boring. With all these old fogeys around, there's no way they can fight freely."

A child watching from the side curled his lip.

"Exactly. True heaven-defying prodigies are born on the great battlefields where the major clans clash. This is nothing but children playing house."

Another child spoke, seemingly dismissive.

"What are you saying? We can have a life-and-death fight right here!"

The three children locked in fierce battle flew into a rage, expanded the battlefield's range, and dragged those two children into it as well.

This was a free-for-all. Though each of them was young, they were all dazzlingly brilliant, displaying their own talents and earning the silent nods of the watching crowd.

In Stone Village, a group of children were cultivating. Startled by the commotion in the mountain forest, they ran one after another to the village entrance, and upon seeing so many people fighting in the woods, they were all given a fright.

"How did so many people show up?"

They witnessed Jiao Peng and the others' battle and clicked their tongues in wonder. These children had actually grasped the power of bone script so well—in the village, it seemed only Little Dot could do that.

As for themselves, they were admittedly a bit slow. Even mastering Auntie Green Scales' glyphs was already difficult for them, let alone the glyphs they had recently obtained—they simply couldn't learn them all.

What Sky-Swallowing Sparrow, what Qiongqi—they had no time at all to cultivate.

Then their attention shifted, and they saw the mutated scale horses—the unicorns—and one flood dragon after another.

"I heard Uncle Lin Hu say this kind of mountain beast can travel ten thousand li in a day, really fast. Last time they encountered one, they chased it for days but couldn't catch it at all."

Shi Dazhuang said enviously.

The divine senses of the experts in the mountain forest were extremely keen, so naturally they heard. At his words, they all started.