525: Old Huang, feeling wronged

At the beginning of the battle, everything was indeed as they had expected.

Relying on their profound Ancient Emperor Battle Techniques, exquisite control over Spells, and the superb mastery of battle rhythm inherent in their Bloodline, they firmly suppressed those few young people.

The scales of victory seemed to tip toward them without any suspense.

Crimson Blaze even sneered in his heart: It seems that in this Azure Profound Sect, aside from those few top-tier monsters, the rest are nothing more than this.

However, changes began to occur quietly from the latter half of the first day.

Are these people monsters?

Their battle will and adaptability were simply inconceivable!

Clearly being hit, clearly falling into a disadvantage, and clearly bleeding from the corners of their mouths, yet their eyes grew brighter and brighter, and their Battle Intent grew stronger and stronger.

It was as if the pain and pressure on their bodies had instead become catalysts for their transformation.

Their Moves were rapidly refined, optimized, and underwent Fusion during actual combat... By the third day, the battle situation had already begun to even out.

The Ancient Emperor Battle Methods and Bloodline Secret Arts they took pride in no longer seemed to possess an overwhelming advantage.

The opponents could always find the most ingenious and effortless ways to respond, even beginning to attempt counterattacks.

The fifth day was the beginning of the nightmare.

When these few people seemed to have completely adapted to the surging power within their bodies, the battle situation gradually reversed!

From being evenly matched, they gradually fell into a disadvantage, and later, they were actually being completely suppressed and beaten!

That Sword Cultivator named Li Xuanfeng actually had a hint of a world-creating Concept within his Sword Intent!

That Body Cultivator Shi Jingxian possessed such overbearing fist force that it could actually shake his imperial blood defense!

The opponents were like tireless, constantly evolving battle machines, growing stronger and more excited as they fought, their eyes burning with a pure desire for battle and victory.

And they, four dignified Sons of the Ancient Emperor with the most noble Bloodlines, had truly become sandbags for others to practice on! They had become tools for sparring!

By the end of the battle, it was almost a one-sided sparring lesson.

Li Xuanfeng and the others completely took the initiative, treating them as the best sparring partners to constantly verify and polish their newly comprehended battle methods and Dao Laws.

Meanwhile, the four Ancient Imperial Princes could only parry miserably, their dignity swept away.

Finally, they left.

Within the confined space, only the four of them remained, slumped on the ground as if all their strength had been drained.

The air was filled with a deathly silence and a sense of void after the collapse of their beliefs.

Battle Asura and those few are monsters, but why are even a few True Disciples who casually came out from their Sect also this monstrous?!

What kind of damn place is this Azure Profound Sect?!

Are we really Sons of the Ancient Emperor? Or are we actually the trash?

Crimson Blaze gazed at the greyish "sky," the scenes of the past seven days echoing repeatedly in his mind, as an unprecedented sense of absurdity and self-doubt entwined around his heart like poisonous vines.

In a corner not far away, Mu Sen and Li Mo huddled together, not even daring to breathe loudly.

The shock in their hearts had long since overturned their perceptions, leaving only endless fear and a sense of absurdity.

Sons of the Ancient Emperor!

These four people before them, who were thrown in like dead dogs and were now being pummeled like sandbags by the True Disciples of various Peaks, were actually Sons of the Ancient Emperor?!

That is the direct Bloodline of a Great Emperor!

Their fathers were truly supreme existences who once looked down upon all eternity and held the mandate of heaven!

Such existences were simply figures from myths and legends to Mu Sen and Li Mo.

But now... the Azure Profound Sect had not only captured them, but captured four at once!

What was even more monstrous and incomprehensible to them was that the dignified Sons of the Ancient Emperor actually couldn't defeat the True Disciples of various Peak masters?!

This had completely exceeded the limits of their imagination and shattered all their past cultivation perceptions and worldviews.

If being sparred with in turns by the Elders of the Azure Profound Sect before was merely physical torture and the sweeping away of dignity, then the scene before them was a complete mental destruction.

They had originally thought they had provoked a Saint Sect with some Foundation.

Later they felt it might be a hidden great Sect with a deep Foundation.

Even later, they discovered this Sect might be a bit more terrifying than imagined.

But now... they understood.

This simply wasn't a "Sect"!

This is a fucking monster's nest! It's an incomprehensible place where even Sons of the Ancient Emperor can be captured to serve as sparring partners for its Disciples!

Mu Sen's face was as pale as paper, his lips trembling, yet he couldn't make a sound; only his teeth chattered uncontrollably, making a faint "clatter" sound.

Li Mo was even more limp all over, almost shrinking into the corner, his eyes vacant, with only one thought echoing frantically in his mind.

"Just what kind of reckless courage did we have back then to dare provoke such a place..."

Looking at those four Ancient Imperial Princes who were once unreachable in their eyes but were now in a wretched state with hollow gazes.

Mu Sen and Li Mo couldn't even muster a trace of sympathy; all that remained was the ultimate fear of a rabbit grieving for the death of a fox.

Azure Profound Sect, this place simply isn't a place for reasoning or discussing cultivation levels.

This place is an abyss specifically for producing monsters and destroying common sense!

And at this moment, by the spiritual field in the courtyard of Zizhu Peak, Old Huang was wagging his tail, leisurely munching on a newly matured Spiritual Plant.

He was now at the Quasi-Emperor Peak, his aura heavy and condensed, with Dao patterns flowing over his dark green fur.

Suddenly, out of the corner of his eye, he caught sight of Xiao Bai sunbathing nearby. He suddenly approached, his massive ox head almost pressing against Xiao Bai, and sniffed hard with his nose.

"Something's not right..."

Old Huang muttered in a muffled voice, his bell-sized ox eyes staring wide.

"Your scent, how is it so faint, yet it makes Old Huang's legs a bit weak? You... you couldn't be..."

Xiao Bai lazily raised his head, glanced at him, and didn't say much, only a faint trace of Emperor Might inadvertently brushed past.

That pressure seemed weak, yet it was like an eternal deep abyss, carrying a supreme bearing that looked down upon the heavens, piercing straight through the Divine Soul!

The hair all over Old Huang's body suddenly stood on end, like a cat whose tail had been stepped on, and he leaped far away with a "swoosh."

His voice changed pitch, trembling with disbelief:

"Holy shit! You really became a Great Emperor?!"

Immediately after... "Moo—!!!"

A long, grief-stricken, and extremely aggrieved moo resounded through the entire back mountain of Zizhu Peak, startling several Spiritual Birds.

Old Huang's massive ox head turned toward Gu Changge, his ox eyes quickly filling with tears.

That gaze was complex to the extreme: there was the sadness of being deceived, the breakdown after learning the truth, but more than that, an unspeakable resentment that was sour to the bone!

"Master..." Old Huang's voice had a thick nasal tone, trembling uncontrollably.

Looking at Xiao Bai's indifferent attitude, and even the secretly playful look that seemed to say "you finally know," his massive sense of grievance finally exploded:

"Waaaah, Master, you're too biased!!"

Old Huang could no longer hold back; massive teardrops fell like broken strings of beads, pitter-pattering down and mixing with the soil to wash out two furrows on his face.

"I, Old Huang, have been diligent and conscientious, working hard without complaint. Plowing the fields was me, guarding the garden was me, and when you wanted to eat meat, it was still mine that was cut!

I was so happy I didn't know which way was north just by making a Breakthrough to Quasi-Emperor, thinking I finally had some confidence..."

The more he spoke, the sadder he became, and his ox tail drooped down.

Gu Changge looked at Old Huang's state and couldn't help but laugh.

He naturally knew Old Huang's thoughts; during this time, Old Huang had been practicing tirelessly, and his mindset had been honed sufficiently.

Gu Changge nodded slightly, his tone indifferent: "Your Foundation is stable and your Dao Heart is firm; it is indeed time for a Breakthrough."