Not only Hua Zhenren, but even Mo Hua’s eyes revealed a strange, shimmering shock.

The first person he thought of was Wu Jiu.

His little shixiong’s dragon transformation seemed to share a striking similarity in appearance with Wu Jiu’s dragon transformation.

However, unlike Wu Jiu, whose dragon power came from external dragon markings etched onto his body, his little shixiong’s dragon power seemed to stem from an innate bloodline awakening, integrating perfectly with his entire being.

His little shixiong’s bloodline “dragon transformation” appeared to be the true, natural form of dragon transformation.

He was more like someone who commanded dragon power.

Rather than someone who was dominated by it.

Seeing Bai Zisheng in such a state, all the cultivators present had solemn expressions and were deeply shaken.

Xiao Ruohan felt a bitter taste in his mouth and shook his head.

“Bloodline again…”

In Tianjian Sect, Xiao Wuchen, due to his bloodline power, had forcefully surpassed him to become the number one disciple.

Now, even after unleashing the profound sword techniques he had learned throughout his life and fighting with all his might, he had only managed to awaken Bai Zisheng’s bloodline form.

A deep sense of powerlessness spread through Xiao Ruohan’s heart.

For ordinary cultivators, spiritual roots were a chasm separating common cultivators from prodigies.

But for prodigies like Xiao Ruohan, bloodline seemed to be another chasm.

Only those with bloodlines could reach the pinnacle and become truly exceptional prodigies.

Truly supreme powerhouses invariably possessed supreme bloodlines.

The oppressive stance of Bai Zisheng, now in his second stage of “dragon transformation,” became the perfect illustration of what “bloodline” truly meant.

Ordinary prodigies, merely feeling the bloodline dragon’s might emanating from Bai Zisheng, found their meridians trembling.

This was the oppressive power of a bloodline.

Moreover, this was the top-tier bloodline pressure from the Bai family, originating from the sixth-grade ancestral dragon land.

The group of prodigies exchanged glances, seeing intense apprehension in each other’s eyes.

Xuan Yuanjing, surprised, glanced at Xiao Ruohan, a hint of confusion arising in his heart.

Although Xiao Ruohan had lost, he had at least forced Bai Zisheng’s second-stage dragon transformation.

From the course of the battle just now, Xiao Ruohan was not weak; in fact, he was considerably stronger than most disciples from Daozhou.

If he were in Daozhou, he could be considered a first-rate genius.

While Daozhou was the land of the Central Daoting, harboring descendants of various ancient aristocratic families, the Qianxue State Realm, which gathered geniuses from all nine states, produced disciples who were not much inferior.

Yet, such a Xiao Ruohan couldn’t win the championship at Qianxue’s Sword Discourse Assembly?

Even… such a Xiao Ruohan had lost to that young man named Mo Hua?

Xuan Yuanjing’s gaze shifted, taking another look at Mo Hua.

From his appearance, Mo Hua seemed utterly unremarkable from his vitality to his spiritual power, except for his face.

How exactly did this Mo Hua manage to defeat Xiao Ruohan?

Furthermore, Xuan Yuanjing could sense that although Xiao Ruohan showed superficial disdain for Mo Hua, he harbored a deep apprehension in his heart.

This indicated that even Xiao Ruohan dared not underestimate Mo Hua in the slightest.

But… what exactly did he fear about this Mo Hua?

What could possibly be so formidable about this Mo Hua to warrant such apprehension?

Xuan Yuanjing furrowed his brows, unable to comprehend.

Mo Hua, meanwhile, was gazing at Bai Zisheng, lost in thought.

One person, one spear, slaughtering all directions—his little shixiong’s current appearance was what Mo Hua had once imagined himself to be.

It was a pity that he was born with a weak constitution and couldn’t cultivate his body, so he could only rely on spells and formations to make a living.

He could only occasionally indulge in the thrill of close-quarters combat in the world of divine consciousness.

In the camp, Bai Zisheng remained silent for a long time after activating his dragon transformation.

After a moment, someone asked,

“Who’s next?”

The group of prodigies fell silent again for a moment, then a disciple from a Daozhou aristocratic family sneered,

“Mixed-blood dragon transformation? Just a show of force, I’ll have a go.”

Mixed-blood dragon transformation?

Mo Hua frowned, unsure of what he meant by that.

The Daozhou disciple’s figure flashed, and he charged forward, wielding a long halberd and performing some ancient Daoist technique, stirring up crimson clouds.

Bai Zisheng moved like a white dragon, clashing with the Daozhou disciple.

After dragon transformation, Bai Zisheng’s strength had ascended another level. In fewer than dozens of rounds, he swept the Daozhou disciple away with a single spear.

The Daozhou disciple, defeated, coughed up blood from his chest, filled with unwillingness, and still wanted to fight.

But looking up, he saw killing intent in Bai Zisheng’s eyes. He immediately felt a chill in his heart, no longer hesitated, and withdrew from the arena.

After the Daozhou disciple’s defeat, it was Feng Zichen’s turn on Qianxue’s side.

Feng Zichen felt a bitter taste in his mouth.

He had wanted to wait longer to pick up an easy win, but by waiting and waiting, he had waited until Bai Zisheng’s second stage; his luck was truly terrible.

But there was nothing he could do; he could only brace himself and go up.

Feng Zichen excelled most in movement techniques, possessing the ultimate skills of two schools: Xiaoyao Footwork from Xiaoyao Sect and Bagua Wandering Wind Steps from the Feng family.

His swordplay was also wind-attributed, known for its speed.

Mo Hua had witnessed Feng Zichen’s movement techniques years ago, and now, after so many years, his footwork had become even more refined.

But Bai Zisheng had also practiced movement techniques with Mo Hua since childhood; his footwork was no less excellent, and after his dragon transformation, his movements were like a swimming dragon, integrating offense and defense, making him extremely difficult to deal with.

Feng Zichen couldn’t gain any advantage.

All his abilities depended on his movement techniques. If he could gain an advantage with his footwork, he could easily toy with others by relying on his speed.

If his movement techniques couldn’t gain an advantage, he had little chance of winning.

Sure enough, not long after, he was stabbed in the leg by Bai Zisheng’s spear, and his movement techniques could no longer be executed.

Bai Zisheng didn’t kill him, but merely flung him into the air with a spear, sending him crashing to the ground.

Feng Zichen felt both angry and somewhat ashamed.

After Feng Zichen’s defeat, the people from Daozhou did not want Bai Zisheng to rest. Soon, another person stepped forward and engaged in battle with Bai Zisheng.

On Xiaoxuanwu Mountain, dragon roars erupted once more, a cacophony of fierce combat.

Bai Zisheng’s spear technique remained ferociously unparalleled.

However, as Mo Hua watched, he suddenly frowned, sensing something amiss.

While his little shixiong was indeed powerful after his dragon transformation, he had too many “opponents,” and every single one of them was a Qianxue or Daozhou prodigy. Such a relentless relay battle would be exhausting for anyone.

Not to mention, his little shixiong had already been on the run for a long time. This dragon transformation was, in fact, a forced activation of his bloodline power, which had already damaged his origin.

If this continued, his little shixiong…

Mo Hua frowned deeply, feeling somewhat puzzled, and proactively asked Hua Ping next to him:

“This Bai Zisheng is from the Bai family. He’s being hunted, but the Bai family hasn’t sent anyone to intervene? Or…”

No one came to protect his little shixiong?

Hua Ping ignored Mo Hua because earlier, when she had spoken to him, Mo Hua hadn’t responded.

Mo Hua said helplessly, “Miss, I was wrong.”

Hua Ping said coldly, “Then next time I knock on your door…”

Mo Hua: “I will definitely open the door.”

Hua Ping’s expression softened slightly, and she nodded faintly, “Since you asked me, I will graciously tell you…”

Hua Ping leaned closer to Mo Hua, lowering her voice a few shades, “Although this Bai Zisheng is also a direct descendant of the Bai family, he is a marginalized figure and has a very poor reputation within the family.”

“Moreover, his background and origins seem rather unclear; no one knows who his biological father is… and he has committed some grave errors, his Longevity Talisman shattered once, so from top to bottom, he is met with much suspicion and coldness, and hardly anyone cares about him…”

“Many matters of cultivation, he can only rely on himself for.”

“He came to the Great Wilderness alone… the Bai family never intervened in the Great Wilderness’s conflicts.”

Mo Hua was startled, “How do you know so much? Do you know this Bai Zisheng?”

Hua Ping nodded, then shook her head, “Not really, I’ve seen him a few times before and learned a little… After all, Bai Zisheng has been working with my uncle ever since he entered the Great Wilderness…”

“Working with your uncle?” Mo Hua was stunned, then his heart jolted, “Hua Zhenren?”

“Yes,” Hua Ping nodded, and was about to say something more when a low, cold voice suddenly reached her ear:

“Ping’er…”

Hua Ping turned her head and saw Hua Zhenren’s expressionless face.

Hua Ping pursed her lips and fell silent.

Mo Hua also glanced at Hua Zhenren, seeing his displeased expression, and silently lowered his gaze, asking no more questions, but a storm raged in his heart.

Hua Zhenren!!

That old schemer!

He didn’t suddenly set his sights on his little shixiong; rather, he had been planning and scheming since his little shixiong entered the Great Wilderness.

With Mo Hua’s shrewdness, he instantly understood.

Hua Zhenren must have initially approached his little shixiong as an ascended expert from a major Daozhou aristocratic family, finding ways to gain his trust and gathering intelligence on him.

Then, he would personally harm his little shixiong, personally setting up a trap to “hunt” him down!

The hardest thing to guard against in this world is a betrayal from someone familiar.

Because they are familiar, they know your weaknesses.

Because they are familiar, you cannot guard against them.

Mo Hua took a deep breath and glanced again at Bai Zisheng, who was still locked in combat.

No wonder, no wonder his little shixiong could never escape the control of the Hua family.

No wonder his little shixiong remained silent, not uttering a single word.

Mo Hua looked at his little shixiong’s eyes again.

Before, he thought his little shixiong’s eyes held defiance, obsession, and aloofness.

But now he suddenly understood that they contained cold fury and deep-seated loneliness.

Neglected by the Bai family, ostracized by his clansmen.

Betrayed by Hua Zhenren.

Framed, slandered, isolated and helpless, besieged by everyone.

Alone, fleeing day and night, engaging in repeated life-or-death struggles.

Now, he was even being used as a stepping stone to fame by a multitude of prodigies.

In everyone’s eyes, he was merely a rebel of the Bai family, a criminal of the Daoting, a powerful “monster” with a strong bloodline that needed to be overthrown.

Mo Hua’s heart suddenly ached a little.

This person was his only little shixiong…

Bai Zisheng, who was in the midst of fighting, suddenly felt a familiar surge of concerned divine sense. He was startled and turned to look, but what he saw was a multitude of aristocratic family disciples, a gathering of prodigies.

These prodigies were all there to kill him, without exception.

Above these prodigies sat Hua Zhenren.

Beside Hua Zhenren, there was also another ascended immortal, seemingly carefree but unfathomably profound.

Two ascended immortals present…

In addition, the Hua family’s Golden Core elders nearby were eyeing him menacingly, and further away, the Daoist soldiers’ swords and sabers gleamed.

In the entire Great Wilderness, he was all alone.

And everyone in the Great Wilderness wanted him dead.

Those he trusted would betray him.

Those he knew would assassinate him.

Even the unfamiliar prodigies were all besieging him, hunting him down, trying every possible means to take his life.

The entire Great Wilderness was a death row filled with killing intent.

This was the cultivation world, devoid of any warmth. Even if he was a prodigy, one misstep meant death.

Bai Zisheng’s heart once again turned cold.

He tightened his grip on the long spear, feeling the cold killing intent on it, and began a new round of intense fighting.

All Bai Zisheng could do was to constantly fight and struggle.

He didn’t know how long he had fought, how many people he had clashed with, or how many injuries he had sustained. Many things, he had become numb to, relying solely on instinct, wielding his Gui Long Spear, battling one powerful enemy after another, as if in a desperate situation, he had entered a state of “flow.”

However, the prodigies from Qianxue and Daozhou fell one after another.

Things finally started to go wrong.

A question suddenly popped into everyone’s minds: “Could it be that all these prodigies attacking still can’t kill this Bai Zisheng?”

“Then…”

Their reputation would be utterly ruined; how could they explain it to the Daoting?

Everyone couldn’t help but look at the remaining few strongest prodigies in the arena who had not yet made their move.

Shen Cangfeng of Qandao Sect, Ao Zheng of Longding Sect.

Yuwen Hua of the Yuwen family, and Xuan Yuanjing of the Xuanyuan family.

These were the last few people, and their mindsets had subtly changed.

Those who acted early, facing the powerful Bai Zisheng, were somewhat excusable for losing.

Those who acted late, facing a Bai Zisheng who had been largely depleted, would be somewhat shameful if they lost again.

Now the pressure fell on their shoulders.

Ao Zheng gritted his teeth and said, “I’ll go!”

He strode into the battlefield with a majestic gait, challenging Bai Zisheng with the Longding Body Tempering Art, a superior cultivation technique of the Longding Sect.

The Longding Body Tempering Art was an extremely superior ancient inheritance.

It is said that the patriarch who founded the Longding Sect also had “dragon-following merits,” and was therefore passed down the “Dragon Cauldron Technique,” using the blood of the Karma Dragon to cleanse the meridians and temper the body with the form of the Green Cauldron.

Ao Zheng’s Longding Body Tempering and Bai Zisheng’s Gui Long Spear also seemed to share some common origins.

But the two disciples, who had cultivated the Dao, were now fighting to the death.

Ao Zheng’s Longding Body Tempering had advanced another level since then, already showing the rudimentary form of the Karma Dragon Green Cauldron.

However, he couldn’t find true “dragon blood” for淬体.

Dragons are noble beyond compare, and even Karma Dragons, lesser than true dragons, are absolutely extraordinary beings.

And Longding Body Tempering requires an enormous amount of dragon blood. Even Ao Zheng could only cultivate his body with spiritual objects containing the aura of Karma Dragons.

Without dragon blood, the power of Longding Body Tempering would naturally be greatly reduced.

But Bai Zisheng’s dragon power came from his bloodline, and the Gui Long Spear contained a potent Azure Dragon force.

In the clash of the two, the victor was immediately apparent.

After a struggle between the two dragons, the mountains transformed, and Ao Zheng also lost.

After that, it was Yuwen Hua.

Yuwen Hua, a prodigy of the Yuwen family, possessed the Nine Heavens Mysterious Crane bloodline. Wielding a silver long spear, he battled Bai Zisheng for hundreds of rounds but also suffered defeat.

The last person from Qianxue State Realm was Shen Cangfeng of Qandao Sect.

Shen Cangfeng cultivated the Heaven-Splitting Earth-Shattering Sword Art of Qandao Sect, which stored sword qi in a heavy sword, possessing astonishing power and being one of the oldest sword arts of Qandao Sect.

However, this sword art was a heavy sword technique, which was slow to activate.

During the Sword Discourse Assembly, when Shen Cangfeng clashed with Mo Hua, he was constantly targeted and schemed against by Mo Hua, and this sword strike was never unleashed.

But Bai Zisheng was not Mo Hua; he fought honorably, allowing Shen Cangfeng to unleash this sword strike.

The power of the Heaven-Splitting Earth-Shattering Sword truly possessed world-shaking might.

An entire section of Xiaoxuanwu Mountain was sliced off.

Yet, Bai Zisheng, after his dragon transformation, managed to withstand Shen Cangfeng’s charged heavy sword strike with his invincible Nine Dragons Return to One spear technique.

Bai Zisheng’s injuries were even more severe, and the bloodstains on his white robes became deeper.

But Shen Cangfeng’s face turned ashen; he had overdrawn his spiritual power, and the astonishing sword strike he unleashed was blocked by Bai Zisheng.

Undoubtedly, he had lost.

At this point, only one person remained among all the prodigies.

Xuan Yuanjing.

Xuan Yuanjing’s pupils contracted slightly. He didn’t retreat, but instead let out a cold laugh, slowly stood up, and walked onto the battlefield.

Bai Zisheng, covered in blood, had fought until now, not knowing life or death, not feeling pain, like an Azure Dragon trapped in a well, he could only fight to the death.

Opposite him, Xuan Yuanjing, impeccably dressed, appeared like a graceful noble young master.

Xuan Yuanjing drew his golden longsword and pointed it directly at Bai Zisheng, “Today, I shall use the Xuanyuan Sword Art to slay you, this evil dragon.”

Bai Zisheng remained expressionless, saying nothing.

Xuan Yuanjing, however, gave Bai Zisheng no respite.

Golden blood threads shimmered around him, and his pupils showed double images; he was like an ancient emperor.

This was the inherited bloodline power of the Xuanyuan family.

It was the bloodline of a human emperor.

As this bloodline power emanated, Mo Hua’s heart trembled slightly, and he immediately realized that this seemingly unremarkable Xuan Yuanjing was actually a prodigy with extremely strong cultivation and a powerful bloodline.

His bloodline power even subtly surpassed that of the four great prodigies of Qianxue at the time.

Daozhou truly possessed profound heritage and a constant emergence of talent.

“Little shixiong is a bit… in danger…”

Mo Hua frowned slightly.

On the other side, Bai Zisheng, trapped in a desperate situation, cared not who his enemy was; there was only one path before him: battle.

Bai Zisheng, imbued with the power of the Azure Dragon, and Xuan Yuanjing, bearing the Xuanyuan bloodline, engaged in their final fierce struggle atop the mountain.

Everyone present witnessed firsthand the true terror of bloodline power.

Dragon roars echoed through the nine heavens, golden-red sword light permeated the air, and two forces intertwined.

The already shattered mountains were further pulverized and deformed, either blasted into long dragon-shaped furrows by the dragon’s might, or directly severed by the Xuanyuan Sword.

This hardly resembled a battle between Foundation Establishment cultivators.

It even felt somewhat unlike humans fighting.

It was more like two “inhuman” monsters locked in combat.

By the end of the battle, Mo Hua’s vision was almost completely obscured by spiritual energy, sword qi, spear shadows, dragon roars, and golden-red blood light; he couldn’t see anything clearly.

The aftermath of the battle even extended to the camp.

The ground beneath their feet trembled, sharp winds lashed out, and the oppressive sensation of trembling bloodlines enveloped them.

Mo Hua remained calm.

Zhuge Zhenren, with a wave of his hand, conjured an illusory Bagua to shield Mo Hua, preventing him from being affected by the battle.

At the same time, Zhuge Zhenren secretly thought:

“Could it really be the arrival of the Great Struggle Era? How are the Foundation Establishment cultivators these days, one fiercer than the last…”

He was completely unaware that the “fiercest” Foundation Establishment cultivator was being protected by him.

This earth-shattering battle also ignited a fervent gaze in Hua Zhenren, making all the other prodigies pale in comparison.

After an unknown duration of fierce fighting, the fluctuations of the battle subsided, and the sword qi and dragon shadows faded, allowing everyone to finally discern the situation within the arena.

Bai Zisheng was finally suppressed.

Xuan Yuanjing’s sword qi was clearly superior to Bai Zisheng’s.

Bai Zisheng’s injuries grew progressively worse; his dragon scales cracked, and his shoulders and arms were covered in bloody gashes.

Although Xuan Yuanjing was also injured, he was in a much better state than Bai Zisheng.

Furthermore, Bai Zisheng had been engaged in continuous fierce battles, and his stamina was long since depleted.

Anyone with discerning eyes could see that the outcome was likely already decided.

Bai Zisheng was finally about to be subdued.

Everyone breathed a sigh of relief, yet also felt a deep sense of regret, even mixed with a hint of jealousy – jealousy of their bloodlines, jealousy of these true prodigies, and jealousy of their overwhelming prominence.

Mo Hua frowned slightly, somewhat worried, and murmured in his heart:

“Little shixiong…”

Xuan Yuanjing continued to drain Bai Zisheng’s vitality with various fierce sword stances. Seeing that the time was ripe, he prepared to unleash his final Xuanyuan Sword ultimate technique to end Bai Zisheng’s life.

But as soon as his sword qi condensed, he suddenly saw Bai Zisheng’s demeanor completely change.

Before, he was clad in blood-stained white robes, exuding an arrogant and compelling aura.

But now, all his aura completely receded into his body, and even his bloodline began to contract.

When his bloodline contracted to its extreme, it was as if a fire ignited within it.

This bloodline combustion contained an extremely terrifying power.

Bai Zisheng’s entire body was scorched by the bloodline, his skin ruptured, and hot blood flowed out.

But his blood was no longer red, but a mix of black and yellow.

Xuan Yuanjing looked at the blood on him, his expression filled with horror.

And Hua Zhenren in the distance actually rose abruptly, muttering in disbelief:

“Dragons fight in the wilderness, their blood is dark and yellow… It actually exists…”

Mo Hua’s pupils constricted, and he looked at the stunned and absent-minded Zhuge Zhenren beside him, “Zhenren, what does that mean…”

Zhuge Zhenren took a deep breath, suppressing the shock in his chest, and shook his head at Mo Hua, motioning him not to ask too many questions.

Upon seeing the blood on Bai Zisheng and his current state, Xuan Yuanjing felt a chill rise in his heart.

He knew he was almost certain to lose.

Because he had unleashed the “third stage” of this monster, Bai Zisheng.

Desperation, depleted blood, overdrawn strength, and burning bloodline led to the “berserk” third stage.

Xuan Yuanjing’s hand, gripping the hilt of his sword, trembled slightly.

But at this moment, he was the only remaining prodigy in the hall; he absolutely could not retreat, and his dignity as a prodigy would not allow him to retreat.

Xuan Yuanjing channeled his sword qi and charged at the “berserk” third-stage Bai Zisheng.

And this time, he profoundly experienced what despair truly felt like.

In the “Dragon Blood Xuanhuang” state, Bai Zisheng’s bloodline pressure almost solidified, enveloping him as if the spirit of a fallen Azure Dragon had descended upon the world.

As soon as Xuan Yuanjing stepped into Bai Zisheng’s bloodline domain, he felt a shock in his chest, intimidated by the terrifying dragon’s might, almost spitting out blood.

At the same time, his entire body’s blood seemed to feel fear, and its flow slowed down.

The Human Emperor’s bloodline was not inferior to the Azure Dragon’s bloodline.

However, the depth of his bloodline awakening was far inferior to Bai Zisheng’s.

And the third-stage Bai Zisheng, by burning his bloodline power, received a temporary replenishment of strength.

With the battle intent of “Dragons Fight in the Wilderness” enhancing him, Bai Zisheng entered a state of intense focus. His eyes saw only battle, allowing him to maximally mobilize his physical body, making his mind and body one, man and spear united.

Bai Zisheng raised his hand. Amplified by the dark-yellow dragon blood, a spear swept horizontally.

Xuan Yuanjing raised his sword to block, only to feel his qi and blood churn, his entire body numb from the shock.

Before he could recover, Bai Zisheng’s second spear strike arrived. Each strike, each move, seemed simple, yet ancient and weighty, containing terrifying Azure Dragon power, even carrying a hint of dark-black afterimage.

Xuan Yuanjing could barely parry the first few strikes.

But as the battle progressed, he simply couldn’t withstand them. He was a genius of the Xuanyuan family, a top prodigy with an awakened bloodline, yet in front of Bai Zisheng, who had awakened “Dragon Blood Xuanhuang,” and with his bloodline completely suppressed, he felt like an ordinary person.

He was a human, yet he was fighting a berserk monster.

In fewer than thirty rounds, Xuan Yuanjing lost.

He was sent flying by Bai Zisheng, his Xuanyuan Sword struck from his hand by one spear, his shoulder pierced by another, and then blasted a hundred zhang away, his figure disheveled.

Xuan Yuanjing coughed up a mouthful of blood, but even in defeat, his eyes were still filled with shock and disbelief.

He had never imagined that there could actually be someone in this world who could unleash the dragon’s bloodline to such an extent.

“Dragon blood Xuanhuang…”

At this point, this great encirclement, with all the aristocratic family prodigies, had completely fallen to the monstrously powerful Bai Zisheng.

Within the camp, an eerie silence descended; not a sound was heard.

Bai Zisheng still stood there like an invincible demon.

Hua Zhenren’s brows furrowed deeply; he now realized that things were somewhat spiraling out of his control.

He had originally intended to create an opportunity for these aristocratic family disciples to encircle and kill Bai Zisheng, handing over this “fame and fortune” to these prodigies.

And the Hua family could then step away, only needing to secretly steal Bai Zisheng’s bloodline corpse afterward.

But now, all the prodigies present were actually no match for Bai Zisheng.

This was something even Hua Zhenren had not anticipated.

Bai Zisheng was simply too incredibly strong.

Hua Zhenren felt a hint of regret and a touch of anxiety.

At this moment, Bai Zisheng, under “Dragon Blood Xuanhuang,” was an absolute monster; no one could do anything to him.

And his most precious bloodline was still burning away bit by bit…

Hua Zhenren’s brows furrowed deeply. At this point, he had no choice but to take action himself. He stepped forward to the front of the camp and said to Bai Zisheng:

“Bai Zisheng, enough, stop.”

Bai Zisheng looked at Hua Zhenren with cold eyes.

Hua Zhenren said, “Surrender. I can write to the Daoting to plead for you. Your actions can all be leniently punished. As long as you surrender.”

These words seemed to truly enrage Bai Zisheng.

Bai Zisheng’s eyes gleamed with killing intent, his heart filled with unutterable rage and hatred. Finally, he pointed his long spear directly at Hua Zhenren, saying coldly:

“If you hadn’t cultivated for a few hundred years longer, I would surely take your life with one spear!”

That extremely fierce aura assailed him, and even Hua Zhenren’s eyes narrowed, his heart trembling slightly.

That was a true, karmic premonition.

He knew that what Bai Zisheng said might be true.

Such a monstrous prodigy, if he cultivated for another hundred years, truly might be able to kill him.

Hua Zhenren’s expression also gradually turned cold.

He slowly said, “You are now burning your own bloodline. For every bit more you burn, your bloodline diminishes by a fraction. Once it’s completely burned, your bloodline will be gone, and your life will be gone…”

Bai Zisheng firmly declared, “My bloodline, even if it burns to ashes along with my life, shall absolutely not be defiled by an evil being.”

Hua Zhenren secretly gritted his teeth.

His heart truly began to race.

He knew this was Bai Zisheng’s final “resistance”—he would rather burn his own bloodline completely than leave it to him.

If this bloodline truly burned out, then his entire plan would come to naught.

Even if it were a dead body, as long as the bloodline remained…

Hua Zhenren coldly ordered, “Attack!”

He had initially not wanted to act directly, but as things stood, the Hua family still had to dirty their hands.

Several Golden Core cultivators from the Hua family immediately lunged at Bai Zisheng.

But as soon as these Golden Core cultivators entered Bai Zisheng’s Dragon Blood Xuanhuang domain, they instantly felt the terrifying bloodline suppression. They felt like tiny ants under the dragon’s might, unable to stop the fear from rising in their hearts, their limbs turning soft.

They knew this fear was wrong, but they were utterly powerless to resist.

Bai Zisheng’s long spear moved like a dragon, skewering these Golden Core cultivators one by one.

These Golden Core cultivators themselves had no bloodline power, and in the second-grade mountain realm, they were far inferior to Xuan Yuanjing, let alone being a match for Bai Zisheng, who possessed the Azure Dragon bloodline.

Bai Zisheng had shown mercy to the other prodigies, but he hated the Hua family to the bone, so he left no survivors.

Although he killed these few Golden Core cultivators, he overdrawn his bloodline power again.

His aura had already begun to fluctuate somewhat, but his will was resolute, his killing intent fierce, and his bloodline was still burning, sustaining his Dragon Blood Xuanhuang state until he fought to the death.

Hua Zhenren gritted his teeth, his heart filled with anxiety, as if being cut by knives and burned by fire.

If this continued, Bai Zisheng would truly burn away his own bloodline, along with his life.

And at this very moment, in the second-grade mountain realm, no one could possibly be a match for Bai Zisheng in such a state.

Under the restrictions of the Heavenly Dao, in front of such deeply awakened bloodlines, even an Ascended Immortal might not be effective.

If this continued, all his plans would be utterly ruined…

Hua Zhenren felt his heart bleeding.

Everyone else also had solemn expressions, looking at the “monster-like” Bai Zisheng with complex feelings of fear, shock, and admiration.

Hua Zhenren’s gaze sharpened, “I must not let him burn any longer…” He was about to disregard the rules and personally intervene, desperately trying to eliminate Bai Zisheng.

Suddenly, a cold laugh echoed in his ear; someone said:

“Just a mere Bai Zisheng, and so many prodigies can’t even take him down? Truly laughable.”

Hua Zhenren was startled, and everyone else was also shocked. They turned to look and saw Mo Hua slowly rising, a hint of disdainful coldness on his lips.

“With just a slight move, I can easily take down this Bai Zisheng.”

“Today, I shall let you all witness with your own eyes what a true genius is, what a true… peerless prodigy is!”

Mo Hua’s words were extremely arrogant, and his aura was incredibly flamboyant, utterly shocking everyone.

Even Zhuge Zhenren was momentarily taken aback by Mo Hua’s exaggerated demeanor, forgetting to restrain him and prevent him from acting impulsively.

Mo Hua moved extremely quickly. With a flick of his finger, he activated his divine sense to manipulate objects. From within the military camp, a perfectly ordinary long spear flew into Mo Hua’s hand.

Mo Hua executed the Ephemeral Step, and in a flash of blue light, he appeared before the camp, shouting loudly:

“Bai Zisheng!”

“Today, I, Mo Hua of Taixu Sect, shall surely strike you down from your horse!”

The clear voice echoed long in the mountains.

On the mountaintop, Bai Zisheng, who had already resolved to die and intended to burn his life and bloodline to ashes to preserve his family’s secret, trembled at the words. An indescribable emotion instantly filled his chest.

Bai Zisheng…

I, Mo Hua of Taixu Sect…

Mo Hua…

Did he say… Mo Hua?

At the brink of exhaustion from a life-or-death struggle, hearing the name Mo Hua, Bai Zisheng’s chest violently trembled, and his eyes couldn’t help but well up with tears.

He looked up towards the military camp entrance, and amidst a throng of enemies, he saw a slender figure standing.

His eyes were still bleeding and tearing, blurry, unable to make out the face clearly.

But looking at that figure, listening to his voice, there was indeed a familiar shadow of his little shidi from back then.

“But… how could this be possible…”

“My little shidi… how could he be here?”

“Hua Zhenren… he’s deceiving me again. He wants to deceive me, to make me trust him, to become fish on his Hua family’s chopping block, he…”

Bai Zisheng, whose thoughts had always been cold, suddenly became emotionally confused.

And just at that moment, he heard another clear shout that reverberated through heaven and earth:

“Flying Dragon in the Sky!”

Bai Zisheng suddenly looked up and saw the distant figure, enveloped in a pale blue watery light, leaping into the sky, graceful like a startled swan, nimble like a swimming dragon. Then, his long spear, like a rainbow, descended with an incredibly majestic, yet exceedingly flashy and impractical stance, piercing straight down…

The figure before him was somewhat unfamiliar, seeming to have grown considerably taller.

Yet, it gradually merged with the most familiar and intimate figure from his memories.

Seeing the long spear in the air about to strike, Bai Zisheng’s Azure Dragon bloodline instinctively wanted to retaliate, but in an instant, he reacted.

“This might be… my little shidi…”

“How could I… harm my little shidi?”

Bai Zisheng gritted his teeth, forcibly suppressing the Dragon Blood Xuanhuang power, and without resistance, allowed Mo Hua’s “Flying Dragon in the Sky” technique to pierce his forehead.

It was as if a spear tip from his childhood had pierced his brow.

Memories flooded back like a tide. Bai Zisheng, who had been invincible like a monster from beginning to end, suddenly couldn’t stand steadily and collapsed to the ground with a thud.

It looked as if Mo Hua had brought him down with a single spear strike.

Hua Zhenren and the others watched in utter shock and disbelief.

Bai Zisheng lay on the ground, vaguely seeing that familiar face, as picturesque as a painting, and those eyes brighter than stars.

At the same time, he seemed to hear someone cursing him under their breath, almost inaudibly:

“It’s better to live miserably than to die heroically; don’t throw your life away, you idiot!”

That tone of cursing was very familiar; he used to hear it often.

It really was… his little shidi.

The little shidi he thought he would never see again in this life…

Bai Zisheng felt a violent tremor in his chest, and tears finally welled up, mixing with blood as they flowed down his cheeks.

A huge chapter of 9,000 characters, burned out, finally finished in one breath.