The battle between the geniuses of Central China has gone completely mad.
Besides the unparalleled geniuses on the list of prodigies, there are also many holy sons and daughters of reclusive ancient clans. These peerless geniuses have emerged into the world and engaged in one-on-one battles with the elites of the upper realm.
In just three months, the killings terrified both sides.
Among them, the lower realm faction lost eleven peerless geniuses, nine of whom died, and two were crippled and forced to withdraw from the battle.
However, what was unexpected was that the upper realm's prodigies suffered even greater losses in this battle than those in the lower realm.
Indeed, among the elites of the lower realm, there were several who were unexpectedly powerful. The most prominent among them were Nanning Immortal Phoenix, who became increasingly frenzied with each kill, and the mysterious young man from a reclusive ancient clan who appeared in the world wearing black and yellow armor.
The two realms' prodigies fought fiercely, each one risking their lives.
Within three months, the Upper Realm lost twenty-seven geniuses at the late stage of the Void Realm, most of whom were killed by the Immortal Phoenix of Nanning and the man in the black and yellow armor.
The terrifying combat power displayed by Nanning Immortal Phoenix shocked many geniuses and cultivators in the Upper Realm.
"Brother Ouyang, do you know which reclusive ancient clan this young man in his black and yellow armor belongs to?"
On the viewing platform, Wang Dao, the patriarch of the Guixian Clan, looked at the young man in the black and yellow armor with some surprise. He saw that the young man was surrounded by black and yellow energy, and his fists were wide and powerful. Every punch had the power to shake the heavens and earth, suppressing the upper realm genius with ten elements of law to retreat step by step.
His foundation in Taoism is solid, his physique is strong, his fist techniques are powerful, and his combat power is exceptional, which is truly rare.
Moreover, from beginning to end, this young man did not utter a single word upon his arrival. Only when it was his turn to enter the arena would he decisively take a step forward, his body gleaming in the dark yellow armor. He unleashed punch after punch, the force of his blows gradually increasing. The entire process was incredibly smooth and steady, until he had completely crushed the opposing prodigy. Only then would he withdraw his fists, his figure flashing as he returned to his position to silently adjust his breathing, quietly awaiting his next battle.
As the battle of the young man in the Xuanhuang armor ends, another peerless prodigy will emerge from their own camp to challenge the opposing camp.
Sometimes, even if someone wins a battle, they can choose to continue fighting. However, for the vast majority of people, after a battle, they will choose to withdraw from the battlefield, recuperate, readjust their condition to its peak, and wait for the next battle to arrive.
After all, they knew that there were many geniuses in the Upper Realm camp, and this would be a protracted battle.
Moreover, they estimated that these people were only the first group to descend to earth this time, and that even stronger figures would surely descend to earth afterward.
Therefore, among them, except for Nanning Xianhuang who sometimes fights several matches before retreating, the others almost always choose to retreat after one match.
"I don't know either."
Ouyang Yu, the patriarch of the Ouyang Imperial Clan, shook his head.
This is rather strange. The ten great imperial clans have existed in the Central Plains for millions of years, and there are many hidden ancient clans in this world. They all know of their existence, but as the head of a clan, he couldn't see through the background of this mysterious young man in front of him, which surprised him a bit.
"This person should be from the former Xuanhuang clan."
At this moment, Fusheng Reincarnation, the patriarch of the Fusheng Imperial Clan, spoke up.
He was the oldest among the ten patriarchs of the imperial clans, and appeared as an old man with white hair and beard. He was particularly knowledgeable about many secret histories of the world.
"The Xuanhuang Clan?"
Ouyang Yu was somewhat surprised, "This clan can even be traced back to ancient times, right...!?"
"I remember this clan completely disappeared at the end of the ancient era. I didn't expect that they still exist. I just wonder if this young man received the inheritance of that mysterious ancient clan, or if he himself is of that clan's bloodline?"
Seeing this, Wang Dao took over the conversation, saying, "The ancient Xuanhuang clan possessed the Xuanhuang bloodline, a bloodline comparable to that of gods, mysterious and extraordinary. I've heard that it was precisely because of this heaven-defying bloodline that this clan was wiped out."
"Heh, it's just ancient legend. The true Xuanhuang clan once ruled this world. As for their later decline..." Fusheng Lunhui paused, then said, "From what I've heard, it seems to be because there was a problem with their bloodline."
"What's the problem?" Ouyang Yu pressed.
The other patriarchs of the major imperial clans also turned their heads to listen.
But Fusheng Lunhui shook his head, "I don't know."
"All right. "
The others turned their attention back to the viewing platform.
At this moment, the two women fighting on the viewing platform are a princess from the upper realm. One of them is a proud daughter of heaven, said to be from an ancient dynasty. Her true form is a black peacock, and the blue and black beams of light she spews have the miraculous effect of sweeping away the power of laws.
Opposite him was the successor from the Immortal Mountain of Immortality.
This woman is very mysterious. She has only appeared in the mortal world twice. Once was decades ago when she participated in the Immortal Martial Arts Tournament, vying for the title of champion, but she was defeated. The other time was this time.
The Immortal Mountain of Immortality holds a transcendent position in the Central Plains, even surpassing the Ten Great Imperial Clans.
It is because of an ancient legend that immortals have been sleeping on that immortal mountain. During the Middle Ages, a great immortal appeared in the mortal realm and had a grudge against the immortal mountain. When he ascended to immortality, he sent out a sword light to try to split the immortal mountain, but the sword light was blocked by a breeze when it passed over the immortal mountain.
Some say there is a great immortal formation protecting the Immortal Mountain, while others say it is because there are real immortals on the Immortal Mountain. But regardless of which explanation it is, it is a fact that a sword strike from a Mahayana True Immortal failed to cleave the Immortal Mountain that has watched the rise and fall of heaven and earth for countless millennia.
"Celestial Technique: A Flower Blooms in a Single Thought!"
As a light, melodious voice rang out, a pink petal quietly bloomed, emitting the wondrous light of the sun and moon, and all laws withered away beneath this petal.
At this moment, everything in the world was burning: the void, the laws, the supernatural powers and secret techniques... including the black peacock whose form blotted out the sky.
"唳——"
A mournful hoofbeat rang out, and a layer of pink flames ignited on the peacock's black feathers. With a violent flapping of its wings, endless gales surged forth, attempting to extinguish the flames.
However, the flames burned fiercely, as if attached to the body of a skeleton.
In an instant, black peacock feathers fell one after another, creating a stunningly beautiful scene with a striking contrast, accompanied by a shower of pink mist.
In the end, the black peacock was killed by the pink mist—or rather, by a single pink petal—and its soul perished on the spot.
Buzz—
With a light step, the immortal Yue Yu caused the void to tremble, and her figure disappeared from the golden battle stage, reappearing in her original spectator position.
"Hahaha, the Moon Fairy is truly magnificent; I, a god, am utterly captivated."
Shen Jianxin laughed loudly and took a step forward. He had experienced several battles before, and his white clothes were already stained with blood, but his fighting spirit was still high at this moment.
"Who will fight?"
Shen Jianxin roared at the opposing Upper Realm faction, displaying an imposing manner that seemed to swallow the entire universe.
At this moment, a young man in a golden python robe stepped forward from the upper realm camp, his folding fan closing and gently tapping his palm. He looked at Shen Jianxin and thought:
"You fought with your life on the line to win three consecutive matches, but now your body is on the verge of collapse. If you were to fight me, you would surely die!"
"Hahaha, a true man born between heaven and earth has nothing to fear in the face of death!"
Shen Jianxin burst into laughter, filled with boundless pride.
Upon seeing this, the celestial beings of the lower realms became solemn.
"Fine, since you're courting death, then this prince will grant your wish."
The young man in the golden python robe took a step forward, and the Great Dao intertwined around him, with eleven laws of power shining brightly. Accompanied by a roar of a giant dragon, a golden dragon thousands of feet tall soared up and circled in the sky, its power overwhelming the world.
"The Divine Dragon will destroy the world!"
The young man in the golden python robe immediately launched a world-destroying attack. A golden dragon coiled around the heavens and earth, attacking Shen Jianxin. The aura of imperial power was strong, and the sound was majestic.
Shen Jianxin, standing beneath the dragon's gaze, appeared exceptionally small, perched atop a massive black cauldron.
"Hahaha, whether it's a dragon or a worm, we'll only know after we fight it."
Shen Jianxin laughed loudly, stepped onto the cauldron, and burst forth with dazzling light, as brilliant as a crystal sky, from his fist energy.
The Heavenly Mandate Divine Fist is an unparalleled fist technique recorded in the clan-protecting immortal scripture of the Heavenly Mandate Dynasty.
Over millions of years, only a handful of members of the Heavenly Mandate Royal Family have mastered this martial art. Shen Jianxin is the only member of this generation of the royal family to have mastered it.
It was because of this that he became one of the most outstanding prodigies of his time.
No one knew that Shen Jianxin, who was once of ordinary talent, was just the least favored prince of the Tianming Dynasty. His mother was just a lowly palace maid who was favored by the emperor and gave birth to a son in the deep palace. Later, she was plotted against and killed by the so-called noble ladies in the harem.
He was born into a life without the love of his father or mother, and was bullied at will by his so-called brothers and sisters as he grew up. He only survived because of the kindness of an old eunuch.
As a child, he received divine guidance from an old eunuch and practiced boxing for 30 million years, spanning seventeen years, through cold winters and hot summers, day and night. All the boy possessed was a stubbornness and an indomitable spirit.
Later, he finally gained the approval of those so-called family elders, as well as the special treatment from his own father, the emperor.
He possessed divine insight and, through his own efforts, became the number one among the younger generation of the Heavenly Mandate Dynasty, which also earned the recognition of his mother's status by his father and the court officials.
Now, he has already seen his own end, but he still faces it without hesitation.
"Hmph, you mere ant from the lower realm, to be defeated by this prince is already an honor for you."
"Hahaha, I may die, but I will never be defeated."
Shen Jianxin laughed wildly, his black hair flowing freely. At this moment, he looked like a god or demon, exuding an aura of fearlessness.
Rumble!
Another massive collision ensued, sending Shen Jianxin flying backward, but he quickly regained his footing and charged forward once more.
His fist, like a shooting star, erupted with ten-colored crystal light, pressing down on the space within thousands of miles around, causing it to collapse and be destroyed, with air currents surging and transforming into waves of world-destroying killing intent.
However, the golden-robed youth opposite him was no ordinary prodigy. Compared to the previous geniuses from the upper realm, he was far too strong. After only a few hundred clashes, he was already suppressing Shen Jianxin.
"Heh, what other tricks do you have up your sleeve? Go ahead and use them all, or you won't have a chance later."
The young man in the golden python robe sneered.
Shen Jianxin, however, seemed not to hear, remaining immersed in his own thoughts, continuing to throw punches, each one stronger than the last.
The two fought for a day and a night, and Shen Jianxin was at his wit's end. His body was teetering on the brink of collapse, his white clothes turned into blood-stained clothes, and his flesh was shattered and broken, with many places revealing bare white bones, which was quite horrifying.
Yet his body remained upright, his back straight, standing tall in the void, delivering punch after punch without pause.
"Hmph, stubborn as a mule, then die."
"Heavenly Dragon Binding God Hand!"
The young man in the golden python robe roared, his body surging with golden light. More than ten laws intertwined and condensed into an extremely dazzling, sky-covering golden energy giant hand that pressed down on Shen Jianxin.
Wherever the giant hand passed, strands of imperial immortal fortune erupted, causing the space within ten thousand miles to collapse inch by inch.
Shen Jianxin looked up at the sky, his expression arrogant as he laughed loudly.
"Ha ha ha ha......."
"Gentlemen, I am departing!"
"The ninth level of the Heavenly Mandate Fist Scripture: Annihilation of Immortals!"
With a final roar, Shen Jianxin, now just a skeleton, unleashed his last attack. He burned his divine soul and scattered his physical body, achieving a sublimation at the last moment and breaking through once again, pushing the Heavenly Fate Fist Scripture to the ninth level, a realm he had never used before.
Boom!
It was dusk, and the evening glow painted the sky with a magnificent display.
However, under this fatal punch, even the sky full of smoke and clouds lost its luster.
God saw that his heart was dead!
Bones shattered, soul scattered across heaven and earth, unable to be reborn.
His final punch shattered all obstacles, piercing the chest of the young man in the golden python robe, crushing his heart, churning his soul, and extinguishing his life force.
"This...how is this possible!"
The young man in the golden python robe fell onto the battle platform, his soul light gradually fading. The arrogance and disdain in his expression slowly dissipated, turning into a look of horror and resentment.
He, a descendant of the immortal race, actually died in the mortal realm, at the hands of a local tribesman.
Buzz!
The void trembled, and a powerful cultivator at the Integration Realm in the Upper Realm camp hurriedly picked up the body of the young man in the golden python robe and disappeared from the spot.
At this moment, many prodigies in the lower realm camp watched this scene with sorrowful expressions.
Shen Jianxin, ranked sixth on the list of prodigies, is dead!
The strongest successor of the Heavenly Mandate Dynasty in this generation is dead!
The once bold and unrestrained Shen Jianxin, who once laughed and declared, "In this vast world, who else but me?", is dead.
The young prodigy who had spent decades practicing martial arts day and night in the cold palace is dead...
It all felt like a dream.
The death of a prodigy is undoubtedly tragic, but for a prodigy to betray their own principles in order to escape death is even more pathetic.
"Damn it, how could he be dead?"
Wang Bufan wiped away his tears.
How could this unconventional, upright, and righteous young prodigy die like this?
Shen Jianxin had few friends in his life, and Wang Bufan was one of them. Of course, this was a position of friendship that Wang Bufan had begged and pleaded for.
Shen Jianxin always says he is not serious, while he always says the other person is pretending to be serious.
As far as he knows, he chose the name "Shinmi" himself, saying he didn't like his previous name.
God saw through my heart, He saw through my heart, He did it.
"We respectfully see Prince Jianxin off!"
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