330: I've heard that you, Brother Wang, possess unparalleled combat prowess, so I've come to seek your guidance.

Defeated.

Defeated again.

Moreover, this defeat was more thorough and more despairing than the last one against Battle Asura.

Battle Asura, at that time, arguably hadn't unleashed his ultimate offensive Divine Ability, and he was defeated in an clash of phenomena.

Though defeated, he could still believe he had a chance to fight again.

But this time, Battle Asura, with a genuine Peak Heavenly Human Realm cultivation, at his most confident and Peak state, having used all his trump cards.

Used the purest power and Sword Dao to directly pierce through his proud Heavenly Azure Sacred Body!

"Three hundred moves, haha, three hundred moves!"

He let out a hoarse, low laugh from his throat, full of self-mockery.

Every instant within those three hundred moves now replayed in his mind like the cruelest brand.

The opponent's seemingly unadorned yet terrifying sword technique, each strike precisely hitting the weakest points in his Sacred Body's circulation, and that dreadful gaze, calm as ice even in fierce battle, as if he were merely a whetstone.

And finally, that supreme sword strike, which gathered all his essence, Qi, and Divine Soul, resonated with heaven and earth, tearing apart all his defenses and pride.

"Pfft!"

Overcome with anger, which agitated his severely injured internal organs, Wang Zhan suddenly spat out another mouthful of clotted blood, his aura instantly becoming extremely weak.

He coughed violently, his body trembling slightly from pain and weakness.

Why?

The Heavenly Azure Sacred Body, unrivaled among his generation!

The potential of a Great Emperor!

This was the pride etched into his Bloodline, the cornerstone supporting his Dao Heart!

But why did he repeatedly lose to a pair of Senior Brothers?

And all of them achieved victory by overcoming him with cultivation lower than or equal to his own!

Could it be that my Sacred Body is truly just an empty name? Am I, Wang Zhan, merely a joke?

This thought, like a venomous snake, fiercely bit into his Divine Soul.

The cracks in his Dao Heart were far more terrifying than the injuries to his Physical Body, almost completely devouring him.

He laboriously raised his trembling hand, looking at the faint azure bloodstains on his palm, his fingernails digging deep into his flesh, yet he felt no pain whatsoever.

No.

A low voice echoed from the depths of his almost dead heart lake, faint, yet with an unquestionable resolve.

How could I, Wang Zhan, admit defeat so easily?!

This voice was like a spark, suddenly igniting his almost extinguished Battle Intent.

In his ashen eyes, emptiness and bewilderment receded like a tide, replaced by an extreme calm, stripped of all superficiality and lucky, born from being pushed to the brink.

He suddenly took a deep breath, the intense pain from his wounds making him even clearer-headed.

Last time I lost to Battle Asura, I still had trump cards unplayed, feeling indignant, merely believing it was bad luck.

But this time, I went all out, at my Peak state, yet I still lost.

Lost without a word to say.

This was not an accident.

This was a real difference in strength!

This realization was like a splash of ice water, completely waking him from the illusory arrogance of being the Heavenly Azure Sacred Body and having the potential of a Great Emperor.

Sword White Robe, Battle Asura!

He silently chanted these two names, his eyes no longer filled with humiliation, but with unprecedented solemnity and a hint of hidden excitement.

They came from the same master, both disciples of that mysterious and unfathomable mighty figure, their Legacy far exceeding what the world imagined.

My repeated defeats at their hands are not because my Sacred Body is weak, but due to the disparity in our sect's foundations.

This precisely proves that the potential I possess is far greater than I ever imagined!

The path I've embarked on is also far more difficult and vast than I believed!

The potential of my Heavenly Azure Sacred Body has definitely not been fully unleashed!

Once his mind opened up, the details of the previous battle instantly unfolded clearly in his mind like a scroll.

It was no longer painful torment, but had transformed into the most precious Treasure Trove!

Fang Hanyu's seemingly plain yet always precisely aimed sword moves, striking at the gaps in his Qi and Blood circulation and the weak points in his Sacred Body's structure.

In every clash, the profound meaning within the opponent's Sword Intent could penetrate illusions and directly point to the Origin.

So that's how it is!

A sharp glint flashed in Wang Zhan's eyes!

The sacred blood within me is overbearing, and my control over power is not precise enough; there's an extremely subtle stagnation during its circulation, normally undetectable, but in this battle, it became the greatest flaw under his sword!

My Heavenly Azure Guardian Divine Ability has an overly even distribution of power, lacking resilience; facing such an extremely sharp piercing attack, I found myself unable to cope!

And his control over the battle rhythm, his incredibly precise use of power, was far superior to my combat style, which relies on the vast Qi and Blood of my Sacred Body and sweeping, grand movements!

The shadow of defeat gradually receded, and a feeling of sudden enlightenment, like the clouds parting to reveal the path ahead, filled his heart.

This crushing defeat was like a heavy hammer, shattering his inherent shell, allowing him to see countless flaws in himself that he had previously overlooked, and behind those flaws, an even deeper, more powerful potential!

"Hahaha!"

Wang Zhan laughed again, no longer with self-mockery, but with a painful yet exhilarated meaning.

He wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, his eyes becoming incredibly resolute.

"Sword White Robe, Battle Asura, thank you for this defeat, no, not two defeats!"

He muttered to himself, his voice hoarse but full of power.

"You allowed me to see myself clearly, and also to see how long the road ahead is! This defeat is not an end, but a beginning!"

As his voice fell, he no longer hesitated.

Enduring the tearing pain throughout his body, he laboriously sat cross-legged, forming an ancient seal with his hands in front of him.

The somewhat dim and stagnant azure Qi and Blood around him began to circulate slowly in a more profound and restrained manner.

He no longer thought about external disturbances, immersing his entire mind within his body.

Comparing it to the shortcomings he had just realized, he guided his sacred blood, repeatedly tempering, repairing, and optimizing the flaws pierced by the Sword Intent, organizing his own power.

He was digesting what he had gained from this battle.

He was rebuilding his Dao foundation from the ruins.

When he emerges from seclusion next time, he, Wang Zhan, will surely show the world what a true Heavenly Azure Sacred Body is, with a brand new attitude!

However, the tree desires tranquility, but the wind does not cease.

News of Wang Zhan's severe injury and defeat had already spread throughout the Eastern Domain as if on wings.

For many ambitious Prodigies eager for fame, this was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity!

If one could defeat a Heavenly Azure Sacred Body in poor condition, even if it was by taking advantage of his weakness, it would be enough to become famous far and wide and prove one's strength!

"Whoosh!" "Whoosh!" "Whoosh!"

Sounds of rushing through the air echoed one after another, as several figures appeared at the edge of the ruins, their auras soaring, their gazes intently fixed on the blood-stained figure in the center.

"It's really him! Wang Zhan!"

"Wang Zhan! He's indeed severely injured!"

"Opportunity! Take him down, and we will surely be famous throughout the world!"

Several low growls, suppressing greed and excitement, came from the surrounding shadows.

This is a heaven-sent opportunity to make a name for oneself!"

Challenges, proofs, fame—all these thoughts intertwined, transforming into scorching Battle Intent that enveloped Wang Zhan.

A young Sword Cultivator carrying a long sword was the first to step out, cupping his hands and loudly declaring: "Brother Wang! I am Zhao Yuanzhi of the Flowing Cloud Sword Sect. Hearing of Brother Wang's unrivaled battle prowess, I have specially come for guidance! Please enlighten me!"