307: Chapter 307 On the Verge of Explosion

“Fighting against the Great Emperor's projection in the Tower of Heavenly Pride, although it can simulate world-destroying power and help me hone my combat techniques and unleash my potential, it ultimately lacks that sense of real life-or-death crisis.”

Xiao Ruobai murmured to himself.

In the battles within the tower, he knew he wouldn't truly die, so subconsciously, he lacked the resolute determination to burn his bridges and embrace death.

“For the War God Body, this is ultimately incomplete.”

He felt the surging Battle Intent within him, and his understanding deepened.

The War God Body is born for battle; its true essence lies in the word "battle"—not just a clash of strength, but a tempering of will, an unleashing of potential at the brink of life and death, forging an invincible belief in desperate situations.

Although the struggles within the Tower of Heavenly Pride could hone combat techniques, they always lacked the brutal reality of fighting with one's life on the line and embracing death.

It was unable to truly ignite the deepest war soul of the War God Body and condense that pure Origin Battle Qi, imbued with an unyielding will.

But today, facing Fakong, he truly felt the breath of death; every move and every stance concerned survival. That extreme pressure of walking on a knife's edge forced out deeper layers of power from his Bloodline.

It allowed his Battle Intent to undergo a fundamental transformation, becoming purer and more condensed.

“It seems that self-cultivation has its limits. True Breakthrough still needs to be sought in blood and fire.”

Xiao Ruobai looked at the surging sea of clouds outside the cave, muttering in a low voice:

“Wang Zhan, Divine King Body, Kirin Son... I hope you don't disappoint me.”

With each name he uttered, the Battle Intent around him, which had not yet subsided, surged a bit more, and the faint clang of metal on metal could be heard in the air.

Xiao Ruobai closed his eyes again, his Qi and blood surging like a Dragon around him.

This time, he was not only healing his injuries but also digesting the insights gained from this life-and-death battle, completely forging that unyielding war soul born from desperation into his martial Dao will.

Before the battle began, the Aura arrived first.

On a mountain in the Old Site of the Demon Heaven Sect, countless figures had already gathered, all Cultivators and young Prodigies from various factions who had rushed over after hearing the news.

But no one dared to step into the central plaza; everyone tacitly stayed far away, straining their eyesight and holding their breath in anticipation.

On a mountain peak on the northeast side, several figures stood silently. The leading man had a tall and straight posture, with a hazy Aura swirling around him; it was precisely the Jiang Family Divine King Body. He calmly overlooked the plaza, his eyes deep, lost in thought.

Beside him stood a woman dressed in luxurious attire with a beautiful face, her cultivation having surprisingly reached the Late Stage King Realm. She was the Jiang Family Divine Maiden.

Xing Lan from the Heavenly Secret Pavilion quietly blended into the crowd. Starlight flowed at his fingertips, seemingly deducing and recording the changes in Luck in this place.

To the southwest, a young man dressed in a bright yellow Dragon robe, with a dignified and noble demeanor, stood with his hands behind his back; it was precisely Ji Xuanye, the Crown Prince of the Central Continent Imperial Dynasty.

His expression was calm, as if the scene before him was not a life-and-death duel, but a game of chess. Beside him were several old men with profound Auras, clearly imperial guards.

In the shadows further away, a faint light flickered and disappeared, possibly indicating members of the Demon Cult observing in secret.

And the figures of top Prodigies like Chu Qinglan, the Sword Son of the Chu Family from the Southern Domain, and Shi Man from the Northern Domain, also appeared faintly in the crowd.

The entire world was silent, with only the wind whimpering. An indescribable heavy pressure enveloped everyone's hearts, like the extreme calm before a storm, so oppressive it was suffocating.

So many top Prodigies gathered just to witness this battle; its significance was self-evident!

Everyone knew that what was about to unfold was not just a contest between Wang Zhan and the Kirin Son, but potentially the prelude to shaping the future landscape of the young generation in the Five Domains!

Suddenly, a dull roar came from the eastern sky, like a war drum beating.

A blood-colored long rainbow tore through the gloomy sky, carrying monstrous ferocious Qi, like a meteor, smashing down violently into the center of the black plaza!

Boom!

The earth trembled slightly, and a blood-colored Qi wave swept out, dispersing the dust in the sky.

As the light faded, a figure stood majestically. His build was burly and robust, his black hair disheveled, and terrifying blood-red light burst forth from his eyes as they opened and closed, like two blood-colored divine lamps.

A palpable Killing Intent permeated his body, almost solidifying the surrounding air. Just standing there, he was like a War God stepping out from ancient times—domineering, wild, and arrogant!

The successor of the Archaic Royal Family, Wang Zhan!

“Wang Zhan is here!”

A series of hushed gasps rose from the crowd watching from afar. Many felt the pure Killing Intent, their faces turning pale as they instinctively took a half-step back.

Wang Zhan's gaze was like lightning, sweeping in all directions. His voice, like a great bell, exploded over the ruins: “Mo Yu! Get out here and die!”

The rolling sound contained a powerful Divine Sense impact, causing the Qi and blood of some weaker Cultivators among the spectators to churn.

Almost at the instant Wang Zhan's words fell, from the western sky, Demonic Qi soared!

The originally gloomy sky was suddenly dyed a rich dark green, and demonic clouds rolled, as if ten thousand demons were roaring and howling within them.

A savage Demonic Qi, no less ferocious than Wang Zhan's might, swept over like a tsunami, vying for supremacy with Wang Zhan's killing Aura, even subtly showing a tendency to overwhelm it!

“Hmph! Wang Zhan, are you in such a hurry to become the first stepping stone for this King to reach the peak?”

A voice full of mockery and arrogance came from the demonic clouds.

The next moment, a dark green divine light descended. It didn't seem fast, yet it instantly appeared at the other end of the plaza, facing Wang Zhan from afar.

The newcomer wore a dark green battle robe embroidered with Qilin patterns, both luxurious and mysterious. His face was handsome, almost demonic, and a pair of vertical pupils gleamed with cold, cruel light, a sneer playing on his lips.

Most striking was the vast Qi and blood flowing around him, blazing like a furnace, as if a boundless demonic sea was contained within his body!

The peerless Prodigy of the Southern Domain Yao Race, Kirin Son Mo Yu!

Mo Yu stood with his hands behind his back, his posture leisurely, as if he hadn't come for a life-and-death duel but to inspect his territory. He observed Wang Zhan, his eyes like those appreciating an interesting prey.

“Your Aura is good, your Killing Intent is strong enough. You barely qualify to let this King stretch his muscles. I hope you're more durable than that Buddhist Son, and don't disappoint this King.”

The contempt in his words was palpable.

Killing Intent surged in Wang Zhan's blood-red eyes, and his body's Qi and blood roared, like a great river rushing: “A mongrel Qilin with impure Bloodline dares to call himself King in front of me? Today, I will extract your demonic soul and peel your Qilin skin to prove my invincible Dao Heart!”

“Invincible?” Mo Yu seemed to have heard the greatest joke, throwing his head back and letting out a wild, arrogant laugh. His demonic power surged with his laughter, causing the entire Demon Heaven Sect ruins to hum.

“Truly a frog in a well! After this King tears you apart, I'll go crush that hidden Battle Asura, and let you so-called Human Race Prodigies understand who is the only Dominator of this era!”

The two had not yet made a move, but their two terrifying Auras had already fiercely clashed in the Void Realm!

Rumble—!

The clash of invisible Qi generated a muffled thunderous roar. Behind Wang Zhan, a sea of blood surged, and the vision of a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood appeared, his Killing Intent solidifying.

Above Mo Yu's head, a phantom Qilin roared to the sky within the demonic clouds, and savage Qi swept across the eight directions.

At the center of the clashing Auras, space itself began to twist and blur, and the black plaza beneath their feet emitted unbearable “cracking” sounds, spreading fine cracks.

Everyone watching from afar felt a pang of fear, and those with weaker cultivation repeatedly retreated, their faces pale.

“It's terrifying, just the clash of Auras has such power!”

“These are true top Prodigies! Wang Zhan is ferocious, and the Kirin Son is domineering; today will definitely be a Dragon-Tiger struggle!”

The strong wind whipped their clothes and hair, their gazes met in the air, sparking the most primal and intense flames.

The prelude had already begun; the great battle was on the verge of breaking out!

The great battle was on the verge of breaking out!