762: Chapter 763 This mount, I, this young master, want it.

The spatial turbulence gradually subsided, and the hard, cracked loess beneath their feet stabilized their figures.

The cold wind bit, whipping up yellow sand that filled the sky, wailing as it swept across the ruined wasteland.

The lingering killing intent from ages past permeated the surroundings, weighing heavily on the Divine Soul of every Prodigy, making their hearts turn cold.

The seven members of the Azure Profound Sect landed side by side, subconsciously gathering into a formation; no one moved recklessly.

Xiao Ruobai's gaze was deep as he slowly scanned the vast ancient plains, his expression solemn: "Divine Thought is restricted, and the mist blocks our vision. This land is too strange; do not wander off."

Fang Hanyu's fingertips rested lightly on his sword hilt, his biting Sword Intent faintly emanating as he remained on high alert: "The moment we landed, I clearly sensed several malicious gazes locked onto us from the shadows, and they haven't looked away."

Wang Xiaopang gripped the Talisman bag at his waist and shrunk his neck: "We're not going to start fighting the moment we land, are we? My Talismans haven't even warmed up yet."

Ling Xi's gaze pierced through the layers of wind and sand, and she spoke indifferently: "In the Ancient God Burial Plain, the killing spree has fully begun; everyone is an enemy. Our Auras are restrained, making us look weak to outsiders, so we're the easiest targets to hunt."

The group conversed in low voices, their tones calm and steady.

To the side, Wang Zhan stood silently; he didn't speak, but remained ready for battle at any moment.

One must know that those who could enter the second round of the Ancient God Burial Plain trial were by no means mediocre.

After the slaughter and screening of billions of Prodigies, those who survived to this point had a minimum cultivation of the Middle Stage Immortal King; Late Stage and Peak Immortal King Prodigies were everywhere.

Everyone's hands were stained with blood, their Heart-Natures ruthless and decisive, never showing mercy in slaughter.

And the group lurking in the shadows at this moment had their eyes set on them.

Deep within the mist, six dark figures hid themselves, exchanging sinister looks with greedy sneers on their lips.

This was a six-man hunting squad—three Late Stage Immortal Kings and three Middle Stage Immortal Kings—who had been cooperating since the beginning of the dao seed contention.

They specialized in targeting teams with restrained Auras that looked unremarkable to plunder their dao seeds; they had struck several times and succeeded every time.

In the eyes of these six, Xiao Ruobai's group of seven had suppressed their Auras, appearing ordinary without the intimidating pressure of top Prodigies; they were definitely the easiest prey to handle.

"Middle Stage Immortal Kings, and even an Immortal Lord? They look young, their foundations must be limited."

"With seven of them together, they must have many dao seeds. If we take them down, our ranking will soar."

In the next moment, the six dark figures suddenly tore through the grayish-white mist and charged out boldly!

The sharp sound of breaking air was ear-piercing as six Divine Ability lights soared into the sky. Wind, fire, thunder, and water intertwined and collided, instantly sealing off all escape routes for the seven members of the Azure Profound Sect.

The three Late Stage Immortal Kings held the center, their heavy palm prints carrying Great Dao patterns as they crushed down. The three Middle Stage Immortal Kings were on the flanks, pouring down spells like rain, densely packed to seal off any space to dodge.

Every strike was a killing move, ruthless and decisive, without the slightest restraint.

"Hand over the dao seeds on you, and we'll spare you once!"

"In the Desolate Ancient Plains, the strong prey on the weak. If you don't know the rules, you deserve to be eliminated!"

Facing the sudden and violent sneak attack, the seven people from the Azure Profound Sect remained calm, showing no panic at all.

Xiao Ruobai's gaze was cold as he indifferently scanned the six attackers, giving orders in a calm tone:

"Mo Yu, I'll leave it to you. End it quickly."

During the first round of dao seed contention, the team members had already reached a tacit understanding: whoever stepped out to face the enemy would keep the dao seeds obtained after the battle. No need to fight over them or split them equally; it was all based on their own ability.

The Mo Yu Qilin let out a low roar, and a majestic pressure suddenly spread across the area. Qilin True Fire ignited around its body, instantly dispersing the surrounding sand and killing intent.

That domineering Aura originating from an ancient Sacred Beast was like Mount Tai pressing down, slamming hard against the hearts of the six dark figures.

The six dark figures' offensive suddenly halted, the greed and ruthlessness on their faces freezing instantly, replaced by unbelievable shock.

The leading Late Stage Immortal King Prodigy snapped his head up, staring intently at Mo Yu, his eyes filled with rage and humiliation:

"Presumptuous! A mere single person dares to be so arrogant? The six of us are working together, yet you dare to send only him to fight?"

"You court death!" another Late Stage Immortal King Prodigy roared, his spiritual light surging as the Great Dao patterns on his palm print became even more dense.

"Since you're looking for death, don't blame us for being ruthless. Today, we'll crush you and seize all your dao seeds!"

The six were completely enraged, and their already sharp offensive surged again. Various Divine Abilities intertwined into a massive killing net, carrying an Aura that could destroy heaven and earth as it crushed toward Mo Yu once more.

They were all Prodigies of the Immortal Realm, usually high and mighty; when had they ever been so looked down upon?

Xiao Ruobai sending only one person to fight was, in their eyes, a blatant insult.

Facing the surging offensive, Mo Yu slowly raised a front hoof. Golden spiritual light gathered on the sole, and ancient Qilin runes flowed beneath the hoof.

A Qilin roar that shook heaven and earth resounded across the wasteland, making the ears of the six dark figures ring and their blood surge.

"Qilin Treads on Mountains and Rivers!"

Mo Yu gave a low shout, and his figure suddenly swelled, transforming into a Qilin True Body several zhang tall. His golden scales shimmered, his beastly eyes were as dazzling as the sun, and the Qilin horn atop his head flowed with brilliant spiritual light.

He four hooves stomped, a golden airwave spread from beneath them, forcefully blocking all the attacks from the six dark figures.

"Boom—!!!"

The Divine Ability killing net collided violently with the Qilin airwave. The attacking power was instantly torn apart and annihilated, while the unstoppable golden airwave surged back along the killing net in a backlash.

The faces of the six dark figures turned pale as they felt a terrifying force crash into them, as if they were being crushed by an ancient divine mountain. Their bones creaked, their blood flowed backward, and they couldn't help but retreat repeatedly, blood leaking from the corners of their mouths.

"How... how can he be so strong?!"

A Middle Stage Immortal King Prodigy cried out in shock, his eyes filled with terror.

"What kind of monster is he? This Aura is simply not something an Immortal King should possess!"

Mo Yu gave them no time to react. His Qilin True Body moved, his figure like a bolt of golden lightning, instantly appearing before the six dark figures.

Before they could struggle further, light surged around him, and three golden beams of spiritual light shot directly at the three Middle Stage Immortal King Prodigies.

The three had no time to dodge and were struck by the light. Their Spiritual Qi instantly dissipated, and facing a life-or-death crisis, they crushed their teleportation jade talismans without hesitation.

"Swish! Swish! Swish!"

Three flashes of white light passed, and the three Middle Stage Immortal King Prodigies were instantly eliminated. Three shimmering dao seeds slowly fell to the ground.

The remaining three Late Stage Immortal King Prodigies were scared to the point of Soul Flying Away and Spirit Scattering. They didn't dare stay to fight, fleeing desperately in three different directions, not even bothering to snatch the dao seeds on the ground.

They knew Mo Yu's strength far exceeded their imagination; staying any longer would only result in the same fate of being eliminated.

To the side, Wang Zhan moved instantly. The power of the Great Dao Origin flowed around him, and ancient divine patterns faintly appeared on his fists as he tried to stop one of them.

But just as he moved, a massive Qilin phantom suddenly emerged from Mo Yu's body, spanning the sky and instantly blocking the path of the three Late Stage Immortal King Prodigies.

The Qilin phantom let out a majestic roar, its domineering pressure surging again as muffled sounds of impact rang out continuously.

After three short screams, the three Late Stage Immortal Kings all had their dao foundations shattered and their spiritual power crushed, completely losing the ability to fight again.

life-saving jade talismans glowed one after another.

Enveloped in white light, the three's eyes were filled with ultimate despair. With three flashes of white light, they too were eliminated by the Secret Realm's rules.

The battle ended in an instant; from the moment Mo Yu struck until all six Prodigies were eliminated, only a few breaths had passed.

Mo Yu retracted his Qilin True Body and transformed back into human form. With a flick of his fingers, he collected the eight dao seeds into his storage.

Wang Zhan froze in place, slowly withdrawing his fist, his face filled with shock and bewilderment.

He looked down at his hands, feeling the surging power within him, but his original confidence was ruthlessly shattered.

After his Nirvana Rebirth, his cultivation had soared to the Peak Immortal Lord stage, and his Physical Body had been reshaped by the Great Dao Origin. He thought he was close to catching up to Xiao Ruobai, Mo Yu, and the others.

But Mo Yu's posture of crushing everything just now made him clearly realize that there was still a significant gap between them.

"Phew..." Wang Zhan took a deep breath, suppressing the turmoil in his heart. His gaze toward Mo Yu held a bit more awe and determination.

"It seems that if I want to catch up to them, I need to work even harder."

Just then—

"Tsk tsk, I didn't expect to encounter a Qilin with such pure Bloodline in this Secret Realm."

A lazy and arrogant voice suddenly drifted down from high above.

"This mount has a good appearance. This Young Master wants it."